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  1. I can't help but feel like she's up to something...
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  2. In this video, Alisha pees in her pants while sitting outside on the ground. It occurred to us that in most of our videos, the girls pee in their pants while standing. Most of the time, of course, women pee while sitting on the toilet. It only seemed appropriate to do a video where the wetting takes place while sitting down. We join Alisha outside where she is wearing light colored pants, a black hoodie, and a pink shirt. Sitting on the ground, she explains how she is going to wet herself, but before doing so she wants to rub her pussy a bit to get aroused. Then, while rubbing herself, she pees in her pants. The light colored fabric becomes slightly transparent as it becomes wet, allowing us to just barely make out that she is wearing striped panties underneath. Her pee forms a puddle on the ground around where she is sitting. After she is done peeing she stops rubbing herself, moving her hand to allow us to get a full view of the wet spot on her pants.
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  3. Part 3 The sun beating down felt so nice on her skin and she leaned back enjoying the warmth. Pete had said the taxi would be about 20 minutes so there was time to enjoy the beautiful day. Claire started talking to her about work and after a few minutes Pete opened the crate of beer they had just bought and pulled some cans out. He held one out for Claire and then passed to Karen. “Might as well have a drink whilst we are sat waiting”. He said passing another can over to Mark. Karen opened the can and took a sip. “Would be much better chilled” she thought to herself, but when it was this warm any drink was refreshing. She went back to chatting with Claire and bathing in the sun. It didn’t take long before she was crushing the can between her hand and got up to walk over to the bin. She dropped the can into the trash and as she walked back over to the bench where they were sitting she felt a pang from her bladder and she realised it might not have been such a good idea to drink her can so quickly, or even at all. As she sat back down she wished she could have gone and peed quickly before they had shut the store but that wasn't an option. She would just have to wait until they got to Claire’s house. Claire was now showing Mark something on her phone and without the distraction of conversation Karen’s focus was on her pressing need. She was really starting to regret drinking that can as her bladder was starting to feel pretty full and was getting really needy for relief. She tried not to worry too much but she had no idea how long the taxi would be and how long it would be before they would be back at Claire and Pete’s. Not knowing how long the taxi would be also meant she couldn’t really sneak off somewhere and pop a squat. To get any kind of privacy she would have to go over to the park and knowing her luck the taxi would show up just as got into position and started having a wee. Plus she really didn’t want to have to do that and have the others know that she was getting desperate again like a little kid. All she could do was hope that the taxi would arrive soon and she wouldn’t have to wait too long to get to the bathroom. As time passed she kept looking at her watch and the more she looked the more time seemed to slow down and her need to pee seemed to get worse. She guessed it was getting close to being 20 minutes since Pete rang so hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer. However the minutes continued to pass by. “It’s taking a while to come” said Claire. “Yeah but what do you expect with how many people are in town today” replied Pete. “Usually I would be annoyed but on a day like this you just have to roll with it. Karen half hoped that Pete would be more annoyed and get on the phone and tell them to hurry up. She was really needing a wee now and she knew that even once the taxi arrived there was no telling how long she would have to sit in the car making their way back to Pete and Claire’s. She knew she was starting to fidget but she couldn’t help it, the pressure on her pussy was starting to build like it did when she was busting for a wee. She found herself alternating between looking at her watch, looking at the entrance to the car park and looking at her bouncing legs. She didn’t know which one was worse. All she knew was she was silently wishing for the taxi to get here now. She was confident she could make it back if they set off within the next few minutes but any longer and she was in danger of wetting herself in the back of the taxi. Just as the thought of how embarrassing that would be started entering her mind she was distracted by Mark. “This looks like it could be us” he said pointing at a car that was coming into the car park. As it got nearer Karen was happy to see the markings of the taxi company on the side of the car and felt a little relief that it was finally here. As the taxi pulled up she stood up and had to squeeze her legs as the sudden motion made a wave of desperation hit her bladder. “Not long now, just hold on” she said to herself as she climbed into the back of the car beside Claire. Pete jumped in the front and Mark got in on Claire’s other side. When Pete had confirmed the destination with the driver they set off much to Karen’s relief. As they came out of the supermarket car park onto the main road they joined the queue of traffic making its way through the town centre. On a normal day the string of traffic lights and roundabouts that ran around the town were a nightmare but with the roads through the town centre closed off for the festival traffic was moving even slower. All Karen could do was look around at the traffic and pray that it wouldn’t take long to get through to the other side of town. Just the sight of all the cars and the red lights was making her bladder ache with the desperate need to be emptied. Now she was sat down she could bounce her legs which helped a little but what she longed to do was hold her hand against her pussy where all the pressure was building. Unfortunately her dress didn’t have enough slack to allow her to do that, at least not without sticking her hand up and pressing directly on her knickers. She just resigned herself to bouncing her legs and squeezing her muscles to stop the ever growing flood threatening to erupt from between her legs. It took a few minutes to get through the traffic and out to the other side of town and onto the main road out of town where at least they could get moving. As they picked up speed Karen starting feeling more confident that she would be able to wait, at least as long as there were no more hold ups. As if she had read her mind Claire leaned in and muttered “there best not be be anymore traffic, I need to get home asap”. “Why whats up?” asked Karen, suddenly concerned something might be wrong. Claire glanced around at Mark and saw he was leant forward talking to Pete in the front seat. She turned back and whispered “I need a wee, no I really need a wee”. She suddenly gasped and moaned “oh god I’m almost wetting my knickers”. As she said this Karen saw her stiffen up and recognised the signs of a woman experiencing desperation. Karen leaned in and whispered “I’m glad I’m not the only one”. Claire looked at Karen and then down at her legs and saw them bouncing. She laughed and said “oh god, what are we like”. Karen returned the laugh, again feeling somewhat comforted by the knowledge she wasn’t the only one in a desperate predicament. She couldn’t explain why it made her feel better, it just did. At least mentally. Physically she was still dying for a wee and getting dangerously close to having an accident right there on the back seat. From the look of it Claire was almost there too. The next few minutes seemed to pass so slowly and Karen felt a huge sense of relief when they pulled into Claire’s road and pulled up outside their house. They all got out and despite wanting nothing more than to run inside and empty her bursting bladder there was shopping to be got out of the boot. Whilst Pete paid the driver Mark grabbed the crate of beer whilst Claire got the wine and Karen grabbed the bags. They made their way up the drive and Karen was happy to see that Pete had already the door open. They went inside and Karen hurried into the kitchen and put the bags of shopping down on the counter and put her handbag down too. When she turned round Pete came in and put the crate of the beer on the table. As Karen went to head to the door to go upstairs something suddenly hit her. Mark had gotten the beer out of the car so why had Pete brought it in. She looked at Pete and asked where Mark was and she groaned when she heard his response. “He went up to the toilet I think, he handed me the beer and shot upstairs so I assume that is where he went”. “Hopefully he won’t be too long” thought Karen squeezing her legs as she headed towards the door. Just as she got there Claire came rushing in and put down the wine on the table. Karen headed out and went upstairs. When she got to the bathroom door she tried the door and found it locked. She knocked and shouted “hurry up babe, I’m bursting for a wee”. She heard movement behind her and saw Claire appear at the top of the stairs. When she saw the door was shut she crossed her legs and said “oh god is Mark in there?”. Karen nodded and Claire groaned “oh god he has to be quick I am literally starting to wet myself”. Claire moved over and stood by the door and grabbed her crotch and began dancing on the spot. Karen couldn’t help but do the same. She too was on the verge of wetting her knickers and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. After holding to bursting point twice already she knew her bladder wasn’t as strong as usual and once she started losing control it would happen pretty quickly. . Luckily for her the toilet flushed and Mark opened the door. As she went to go in Claire suddenly jumped in front of her and with a smirk said “my house, I’m going first”. When Karen moaned and asked to go first Claire added “you went first at the supermarket, besides I’m about to burst”. Without waiting for a response Claire dashed into the bathroom and Karen watched as she quickly pulled up her dress and for a split second she saw a wet patch on Claire’s knickers before they were yanked down and her stream started. Claire sighed loudly as her stream got stronger and gushed into the toilet. All Karen could do was stand squirming and doing all she could to keep holding on just a little longer. The sudden delay in relief had caused her to start dribbling in her knickers and now listening to Claire relieving herself was causing her bladder to leak uncontrollably. She could feel her knickers getting wet and there was nothing she could do to stop it other than jam her hand up her dress and push hard against her aching pussy. She danced around in utter desperation and realised she looked like Claire had done when she was waiting for her to finish earlier. Oh how the tables had turned. Her control was fading, the leaks were getting worse and now her knickers were saturated and would absorb no more. The feeling of pee snaking down her legs was making it so hard to hold back the rest of the flood but she had to, she had to wait a little longer. Without warning a hard spurt shot into her knickers and she gasped loudly. Another spurt, then another. Now pee was running down her legs and getting her feet wet. Inside her head she was willing herself to hold on, almost there, Claire would be finished soon then you can pee, just a few more seconds, please please please I just need to pee. Her inner monologue wasn’t helping. The more she thought about holding on the more she spurted and then suddenly she felt it. A huge wave of desperation crippled her body and she knew she couldn’t wait. The pain in her bladder was so bad and she could feel the flood coming down to her quivering pussy. Without thinking she opened the door to the shower cubicle and jumped inside. The moment she knew she wouldn’t be making a mess her bladder pushed hard and the battle was lost. Pee erupted from her aching pee hole and soaked through her knickers and soaked the front of her dress. It streamed down her legs and gushed down between them. She spread her legs and just let the relief wash over her. In that moment she didn’t care that she was having an accident in front of her friend, she didn’t care about the embarrassment, all that mattered was the wonderful feeling of releasing that intense pressure. It seemed to go on forever but eventually the stream died down until she was just left standing there dripping and soaked. “Oh gosh” she heard Claire say and she looked up, her face burning with embarrassment. She started laughing. It was either laugh or cry and it seemed laughing won. Claire started laughing too and suddenly it seemed more funny than shameful. When they stopped laughing she couldn’t believe she had just wet herself. At least she hadn’t made a mess on the floor, just completely soaked her dress. “Take those off, I will get you something to change into” said Claire chuckling to herself. “Go and get that dress I bought, now I have an excuse to wear it” joked Karen as she peeled off her soaked knickers. Claire disappeared and came back a few moments later with Karen’s new dress. She went and brought her some clean knickers and left. Karen stripped off her dress and threw it and her knickers on the floor of the shower and quickly turned on the water to wash off her legs and gave her clothes a rinse through. Once she had she hung them up and then dried herself off before putting on the clean knickers and her new dress. When she went downstairs Mark commented on the fact she had changed and with a blush she told him what had just happened. He just laughed and said “ah well, it happens”. “Aye it does” said Pete and Karen jumped not realising he was behind them. She hadn’t meant for him to hear too. “It happens to us all….doesn’t it babe” he said winking at Claire. “Shut up you” replied Claire suddenly blushing. “Am I missing something” said Karen intrigued. “Oh so I take it she hasn’t told you that when you guys went out last month on that leaving party for erm whatshername at the office that when she got home she didn’t even make it through the front door before she started wetting herself, at least you made it upstairs”. He continued smirking at Claire. She laughed and threw the tea towel at him “I was drunk and I was absolutely dying for a pee, I thought I was going to pee in the taxi, I was surprised I managed to make it the door”. “Yeah well it was certainly a shock for me when you came in and did that” laughed Pete “so don’t worry Karen, you aren’t the only one. The guilt and embarrassment Karen had felt lifted and instead she just laughed as she watched Claire chasing Pete around the kitchen playfully hitting him for revealing her story. She would have to press her for details about that, always good to have a good embarrassing story to use as leverage. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I might do the story of Claire's night out accident if you guys are interested in that, let me know ?
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  7. Hi guys, I know I haven't posted much recently, I've had a lot going on, and a serious case of writers block. I have about 5 stories all half finished. I finished this one a few years ago, but have never posted it for fear that it may reference people and websites that are real. If this isn't allowed, please remove it. My inspiration was a fantasy about a certain pee site, trying to have a day of filming and paying good money for real desperation. It is nothing more than a fantasy. I appreciate that it mentions the site, and I am not for 1 second intimating this is how they operate. I am sure they are a very professional outfit who treat the girls with nothing other than 100% respect. From a fantasy standpoint though, where's the fun in that! I would love your feedback. The instructions she had been given were very clear! But she did not like them! "You will be picked up, at 9 AM. You must not have pee'd by then, it is vital that you forgo your morning pee. On top of this, you must have drunk a MINIMUM of 2 litres of water by the time of your arrival, and you must have taken this pill at least 30 minutes prior to you quoted pick up time" Laura glanced at the packet in her hand. "Super diuretic tablet", it read. "To stimulate the desire to urinate". "Fuck" muttered Laura to no-one in particular, going back to the instruction card. "Any failure to adhere to these rules may result in a reduction of fees, or no fee being paid whatsover. You will be required to shoot 5 scenes throughout the day, a theme of which will be desperation. It is absolutely vital that you begin the day full, as the light will fade before we can complete the shoot if this is not the case. We at sneaky appreciate that this will be uncomfortable, but this discomfort is reflected in the fees that we pay! All quoted fees are subject to performance. See you soon, Sneaky" It was mid November and Laura was in dire need of money. Christmas was just around the corner, and she had lost her job after the credit crunch squeezed her tight. She was struggling to pay her rent each week, let alone think about Christmas presents. She had always thought herself quite good looking and liberated, and had applied to a couple of modelling agencies, but they were feeling the pinch too, and were only looking for new teenage models, and at 24 that put her out of luck. She was desperate for money and a search on the internet uncovered a site called sneakypee. It basically showed women , who needed a pee, squatting down in public, showing their full desperate pee streams. Laura was a bit taken aback at first. Why would anyone pay to watch women wee? But, the more she thought about it, the easier it seemed. She had only pee'd outside once, at Glastonbury about 3 years ago. She had been so desperate that day, and the queues for the portaloo were so long, that she squatted behind a bush. It didn't turn her on, it was done out of necessity, but it was easy! The fees on offer too were outstanding. £150 lump sum for a days shoot, plus £100 for every shoot that made it to the website (Which was pretty much all of them, the only reason they didn't make it was if a girl couldn't go, didn't produce a long enough stream, or was caught in the act causing an aborted shoot). On top of this, there was a £250 a shoot bonus for any shoot that was included on a dvd (Usually the ones which looked real and showed the most genuine desperation) and £1000 bonus for the website users shoot of the month! Basically, if you were the most desperate girl that month, producing some epic fotage, for one days work, you could stand to earn up to £2900. That was money that could change her life, and she wasted no time in signing up! She had woken up late that morning getting out of bed at 8:10, and had run straight to the bathroom for her morning pee. This had been a ritual she had followed for as long as she could remember. She always needed to go after a full nights sleep, and some mornings she had to run for fear of leaking. This morning though, as she had run to the bathroom, she had remembered the instruction card, and not peed. Her bladder sent signals as she stood and washed herself down, and brushed her teeth! It was like it didn't understand what she was doing to it, and it wanted to release. She gave herself a little squeeze though, as she got dressed, and dashed downstairs. It was now 8:25 as she measured out her first litre of water! God it was so much and she really struggled to drink it all. As she measured out her second litre, she remembered the tablet, and had re read the instruction card! She didn't want to do anything to risk her payday, but she was so full already, she was going to be totally desperate when they arrived, even without the diuretic! Then she thought more about it, and thought, well, I suppose my first shoot won't be long after they pick me up, and the most desperate girl could win a grand, I'll be OK! With that she downed the tablet, and started on her next litre of water! By the time 9 o'clock rolled around she was virtually climbing the walls. Her bladder was bulging and aching, sending pangs of desperation. She had never felt such pressure before. Her left hand was working furiously between her legs when she heard a car horn outside her house. "Thank fuck" she muttered, "lets get this show on the road", and she hobbled outside, knowing her bladder would be releived soon! The scene that greeted her though made her almost cry out loud. The car that was picking her up was a people carrier, there was a male driver, and an older woman in the passenger seat, she guessed these were the producers, but in the back there were already 4 women, and each of them looked in need of a ladies room! She pulled open the door to the people carrier, her left hand still buried deep into her vulva, working at her desperate, quivering pee hole. She was so desperate, and couldn't quite beleive the effect the diuretic had had on her. She had gone from a low, dull ache after skipping her morning pee, to burning, desperate, urgent need to pee in under half an hour. As she stepped into the people carrier, she was greeted with a scene which could only be described as chaos. There were already 4 girls in the vehicle, and they were very obviously, very desperate to pee! As she sat down on the last available seat, she sighed with the temporary relief it afforded her frantic pussy, before the girl behind her shouted out, "Please, oh god please, she has to be the last one, I can't hold on for much longer, we need to start this shoot soon, or there will be a puddle in this car, pleeeeeeasssse, I need to wee" "OK Girls" said the woman in the passenger seat, ignoring the desperate plea, and the obvious desperation form each of the girls in the car. "I am pleased to see that you have all followed the instructions carefully. You may feel like you are desperate to pee now, but the human bladder is a very flexible organ, and you can always hold it in for a lot longer than you think. So, we're going to do some quick introductions before we drive to our first location, and one of you will get their first relief. Its going to be a long day for you girls, and I won't lie its going to be hard. Your going to hurt like you never thought possible, and you'll surprise yourselves with what you can endure, but then thats why we pay such high premiums. You will be full all day, I have plenty of diuretic pills, and plenty of water, you'll not be empty for long, but rest assured the better the desperation the more we pay! A quick word of warning though, I will not tolerate urine on the upholstery, and accidents will result in penalties, so it is imperitve that you hold on!" "Oh shit" cried the girl who had made the earlier fuss, "oh god please, you don't understand, I am so so full, I'm in agony here, I have to pee in like the next minute or I will have an accident, this is crazy" OK Mark, she said to the driver, this little piss whore in the back is making a fuss, lets get to our first location, and with that he started the engine and set off. Laura was in agony now, and had instinctively buried her hand into her crotch. Anyone could see the other 4 girls were as desperate as her, but did this mean she had to wait for them to go first, oh, she didn't know if she could! She was so bursting! A strange silence descended over the car as it drove, save for the odd gasp, of frantic yelp, or agonised cry of "oh god, oh please hurry" or "I need a wee". It drove for about 5 minutes before pulling into the side of the road. "OK ladies" said the woman, the location for our first shoot is just up here, "out you hop" She got out and opened the door to the people carrier. "OK all 5 of you are involved in this shoot, but not in the way some of you may think." As she spoke the driver got out and started to film as the 5 girls got out of the car. The scene must have looked insane as 4 desperate girls openly held themselves and pee danced furiously. "2 of you will get to pee at this location, the other 3 will act as lookouts". "Oh SHIT" yelped the openly desperate girl who had been making such a fuss in the car. "It has to be me first, it literally has to, I'm going to piss myself in the next 5 seconds" Pandora smirked at her as she said, "This is the scenario, Jess and Clare will be peeing here, and "NOOOOO", wailed the other girl, over the top of her, "NO, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, I'm not kidding here, this is a full blown emergency, you have to change the order and let me pee here, I can't wait" Laura knew exactly how she felt, but just bit her lip and started a frantic pee pee dance. Pandora turned and shot her the most hateful glare I have ever seen. "LOOK" she snarled "you are here through choice, and we are paying good money, very good money infact, for you to do as instructed. This is a fetish video, and you knew what you were getting yourself into. You can wait, and you will wait, and if I hear another peep out of you will go last. If your not happy with that you can leave now, go and piss your panties or something and fuck of home like a pathetic loser, receiving no money, and ruining the day for these other girls! If you want to earn your money, then shut your mouth and cross your legs! The theme is desperation, and that is what you will provide us, now hold on tight and wait until I say you can pee!" "I....I'm sorry" she stammered, pressing her hand into her crotch, "but I'm really, really desperate, I don't mean to make such a fuss, but I don't know how much longer I can wait". "Good" snapped Pandora, "don't you think every one of these girls feels the same way. You've each taken an very, very strong diuretic, and drank a lot of liquid, you are all desperate, but you must wait. Why do you think we pay so much money, now I'm sorry, but as I said, at this location Jess and Clare will be peeing, the other 3 of you will act as look outs." "OK, this is the scene girls, Jess, your going to stagger over to that portaloo over there, acting as desperate as possible, when you arive you will notice an out of order sign on the door of the ladies, and will frantically run to the gents, you will beg Clare to keep a lookout for you while you use it, as it is only a urinal style loo and there is no lock. You will go in and hoik up your skirt, pushing your sweaty little pussy over the urinal, and letting rip with a gusher, after 20 seconds Clare, you will burst in on her declaring that someone is coming and she has to stop, Jess, you will immediately clamp of your flow and reposition your panties, Clare, now acting utterly desperate will run into the woods and find a tree to squat behind, fully emptying your frantic bladder, do you all understand. "oooh yessss, wailed Jess, now fully aware that she was to be the first girl to find relief, come on, lets start." "OK you 3" said Pandora, "get yourselves spread out and in position, if anyone comes then you need to alert our attention so we can abort the shoot" She directed the 3 lookouts where to stand and as they staggered off to there spots she said "OK, action" Jess needed no second bidding and immediately set off to the portaloo, accompanied by Clare. "oooh god, I need a wee" she said, as the cameras focused closely on her desperate pouting face, this wasn't an acting roll for her, although she had not been as vocal as some of the other girls, she had been the first to be picked up , and she was going frantic with need, "oh god, shit" she said again, if I don't get to a toilet in the next minute I'm going to wet my knickers, it really is that bad" "oooooh me too" responded Clare, I'm literally bursting here, Come on Jess, the loo is just there" "Oh fuck, oh god, hurry" wailed Jess, droppiong her hand to her crotch as she rounded the corner, to be confronted by the out of order sign on the ladies room door. She thudded into it, to find it wouldn't budge, and immediately strted a very exaggerate pee dance, "Oh Clare, oh god Clare help me, what am I going to do, I need a wee so badly, I can't hold it in, I'm going to wee myself" "Look, Jess, come on, the mens room is open, we'll have to use that" said Clare, her own hand now working furiously beneah her skirt "Oh shit, yes, come on Clare, its a real emergency, I absolutely have to pee" stammered Jess, staggering over to the door marked 'gentlemen'. She pushed it, and to her sheer delight it opened, "oh thank god she cried, "oh I need to pee now". "Oh no" said Clare as they both entered the dingy mens room. There was no cubicle, and only 1 filthy urinal. "What are we going to do" asked Clare" "Oh shit, its coming out, keep a lookout, she wailed, as Jess moved into the doorway of the awful mens room, and Clare started to pull aside her panties. There was no need for acting now as her pussy throbbed, she tried frantically to manouver herself over the urinal, when a frantic spurt escaped, followed by another, then a blast erupted from her, as she allowed herself to relax. The relief was intense, her whole body tingled as her pee came flooding out of her, when Jess ran in and shouted, "Clare, quick, someones coming" "FUCK, shouted Clare, not even slightly acting now, as she desperately tried to clamp herself shut. Her bladder ached, as she desperately fought to get control of herself. "Quick Clare" repeated jess from the door. Clare was in agony as she managed to stem the desperate tide, and snap her thin, damp, panties back into place over her only partially relieved pussy, and she staggered out, to be greeted by the sight of jess doing her own frantic dance. She was shocked to see that there actually was a man approaching them, but Jess wasn't concerned by this now, as she stammered, "qu..quick Clare, o-o-over here, and started a frantic hobbled dash towards the tree line round the edge of the park. Clare followed, her hand pressed firmly into her crotch, as Jess pulled ahead, as soon as she reached the tree line, she turned quickly to ace her, pouting in sheer frantic, desperation. "Keep a lookout Clare, I can't wait" she said, as she quickly pulled down her leggins and knickers, dropping into a squat. before her knickers were even fully clear a thick, gushing stream of pee erupted from her. Jess threw her head back, in sheer ecstasy, her face a picture of pure relief, as her stream hissed noisilly from her cunt, splashing against the ground. "Ohhh yesssssss, she moaned, oh god I needed this, I couldn't wait" Her stream gushed from her for a full minute and a half before she was empty, and she staggered to her feet, yanking up her knickers and leggings, with a visible wet spot on the crotch, where she had briefly lost it in her desperate scramble. He kneees quivered, her relief had felt so good. "Can I finish off here" asked Clare, her hand, once again buried in her crotch, but she was interrupted by Pandora yelling "CUT" "back to the bus now girls" The scene back at the bus was chaos. The 3 girls who hadn't found relief at the first shoot were climbing the walls in sheer and utter desperation. The desperate girl who had made such a scene earlier, burst into tears as they were told to get back into the people carrier. "please, she begged, is there no way you can do my shoot here too, I don't think I can hold it anymore, I have never been so desperate to pee in my life. "oh god, me too chimed the other girl. How long do you think it will be until you let us pee?" "You knew the score when you signed up" snapped Pandora. "You are working for a day, and your work is pee desperation. What we provide our customers is authentic desperation and truly desperate pee streams. No acting, no bullshit, and they pay top money for that. In turn we pay you girls top money. You won't find better pay for any other porn work, and nowhere near as much for basic modelling. We advertised clearly that we were a desperation fetish site. You 5 girls will be desperate to pee all day, but that is why you are here. Now follow the instructions I give you, or get out now. Any complaints??" Laura bit her lip. Her need to pee more intense than she had ever experienced, she pressed her fingers into her crotch and bit her lip. The other 2 also silently complied, but there was no doubting they were all desperate for a pee. As the car pulled out and set off to its next location Pandora spoke. OK ladies, our next shoot is a risky one. Its a very public loacation. We had planned that Sarah was to find her relief here, but her constant whining is doing my head in, so she can wait a bit longer. Natalie, you will be peeing next. "Oh thank god" gasped the girl sat next to me, but Sarah went crazy again. "stop the car, I mean it stop this car now or I swear I'll piss myself" she screamed "you can't torture us like this" her legs scissored wildly as her fingers worked furiously against the crotch of her white leggings. "oh for christs sake" said Pandora angrilly, here we go again. "I don't care" crried Sarah, I'm sorry, I'm literally about to piss myself, I've never felt this desperate before in all of my life, I don't even care about the money, just please let me me pee, anywhere, NOWWWWWWWWW, I can't wait". "For fucks sake" snapped Pandora back at her. "OK, I can offer you an emergency pitstop" "Pleeeeaaaasssseeee", wailed sarah, both her hands now buried inside her panties, "I cannn'ttt wait". "Not so fast, if it were up to me I'd kick you out and let you piss your pathetic panties and leave you to walk home humiliated. Unfortunately, I have a website to think about, and you are certainly desperate, so it is a shame to waste it" "An emergency pitstop is exactly that. We stop for you to have an emergency, unscripted pee. We film it, but you receive no fee. You then continue with the day as scheduled, but you will take 2 diuretic pills immediately after you finish your emergency pee. Do you agree to these conditions" "Oh goddddd", she cried, visibly shaking, "please, anything, I'll agree to anything, just stop the car pleasssse". She whimpered aloud as she said this, and a very short sharp hiss could be heard. "ohhh goodddddd pleassseeeee" she cried again, "I'm going to wee my knickers". "Don't you dare pee in this car, or you will be paying us a £200 soiling fee. You are getting your emergency pee, just hold on a few more seconds" as Pandora spoke, the car pulled up at the side of the road. "Oh, thank god, yes, please, oh god oh, a pee, I must", stammered Sarah as she moved to get out. "Hold it" shouted Pandora, wait for my camera man. So Sarah again tried to compose herself as the driver moved, agonisingly slowly, out of the drivers seat, and round ready to film. "OK, Sarah, emergency pee is underway, totally unscripted, but try and find some cover, don't just piss next to a busy road" GO Sarah quickly pushed open the car door and scanned the area desperately, oooooh shittttttt she wailed as she staggerred towards a shrubbery which would offer only token cover! her hands worked furiously against her crotch as she hobbled on, virtually bent double. "Oh no" she cried, about 4 paces from her intended relief, "oh no, I can't hold it". Again a loud hiss could be heard, this time accompanied with a darkening wet patch as her leggings quickly turned transparent. "FUCK", she cried, like a woman possessed as she tore down her leggings. "fuck, fuck fuck", she swore, as her bladder gave way, she was already peeing full force into her panties as she dropped into a squat and ripped asside her gusset. "Oh, ahhhhhhhh, of yessss, oh god thankyou, oh a peeee, it feels soooo good!" she gasped as she thrust her hips forwards and relaxed!!! Pee was gushing from her at a terrific force, splattering loudly against the pavement, in a seemingly never ending deluge. "Oh it feels so good, I swear I've never needed to pee as badly as I did then, oh I wet myself a bit, but I was so bursting, look how much pee was in me, oh god it feels good". For a full minute she pissed at full force onto the ground, moaning and gasping with relief, before finally snapping her sodden knickers back into place and pulling up her wet leggings. She walked back to the people carrier, lightheaded with relief. Back in the car, Laura and Natalie were out of their mind with desperation. Natalie had been told that she could pee next, but instead she'd had to sit and watch as Sarah found her relief in desperate, explosive style! Laura had her hands in her croth, rocking back and forth, whimpering, her mind not focussing on anything than the extreme distress her pussy was feeling. Back outside, Sarahs momentous piss was trailing off. She had gone weak at the knees, as she struggled to regain her composure. Her desperation had been so intense, but it had almost been worth it for the relief she now felt. No man had ever made her feel this good, and she strained to push out every last drop.. As she replaced her panties, she realised they were pretty wet between the legs, where she had obviously lost control in her desperate scramble. She sheepishly returned to the car, where the 2 girls in the back were obviously still seriously desperate. "I'm so sorry girls" she started, "I just had to go, I was literally bursting, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that bad, oh god it hurt, and oh, well, oh god, it felt good to let it out, it was literally either that or wet my knickers." "Never mind that" snapped Pandora. "You might have had your 'emergency pee', and I hope it felt good, because it tortured these two poor girls, and you will be punished for that. Now, take these" she turned and handed Sarah, not 1, not 2, but 3 of the super strength diuretic pills and a litre bottle of water. "oh no" she pleaded, "you can't be serious. I only took one of those pills this morning and look what happened, I can't take 3 more." "Oh yes you can" snapped Pandora, "you'll take them and drink the water now, or You'll get 4 and a quart of water to drink" Slowly, Sarah took one of the pills, and started to sip on the water, as the car began to drive away again. "OK girls" said Pandora, addressing Natalie and Laura, "I imagine you are getting pretty desperate now?" "Oh yes, oh shit yes" whimpered Natalie, "I've never been so desperate in all my life" Laura meanwhile couldn't even talk, she was shakingwith the effort of holding now, as she just gasped "Please, oh please, wee, oooooh, no, i , err, i need a weeee" "haha, yeah, thats what i thought" smirked Pandora. "Not long now girls, just clench yourselves closed another couple of minutes and we'll be on location for you to have a glorious pee" Again the car set of on its torturous journey. Laura was beside herself, she couldn't sit still for a second, and had her hands working in her crotch. She had squatted and peed behind a tree at a festival once, about 3 years ago, and had thought that was a desperate as it was possible to be. She had been at the end of her thether that day, and squatting in public was truly her last resort, but she had passed that level of desperation about 20 minutes ago. Had she been anywhere else she would have given in long ago, but she was willing herself to hold on now. Tears were falling down her face as she whimpered aloud. Oh god she was desperate to pee, she was worried she was actually going to damage herself. She finally spoke up for the first time, "err, p-p-please, err, please, how long is it going to be, I don't know how much longer I can hold on". The older woman turned, and looked her up and down. She was a mess, frantically kneading her pussy, and scissoring her legs, tears streaming down her face. She was clearly suffing the most severe desperation. "Not long now love" came the reply. "Just keep on holding on, your doing brilliantly, I know it hurts, but it'll be worth it. You could produce somehing quite epic!" and again, the car set off, agonizingly on its way! It was only 5 minutes to the next location, but, it could have been 5 hours for poor Natalie and laura. They were both in absolute agony. Every second that passed caused them more pain. Laura was out of it, she had no idea where she was, she barely knew if she was weeing or not. Her whole existence focusssed on keeping her pee hole clenched tightly shut, but it was hurting her to do it. Her vision was blurred as sshe looked to Natalie, whos predicament seemed to be equally bad. It had been over an hour since they had been picked up, and she was at the end of her tether then! Finally the car stopped. "OK girls" said the woman, turning to look at the 2 most desperate young girls she had ever seen in her life, we were going to do 2 locations, but as you are aware, if you lose it and have an accident there will be no payments. You are both bursting, so there is no point wasting that, so you will both pee here. This is important though, you must pee one at a time, so we can make 2 seperate videos from it. "OH, can we go now, quick, please" stammered Natalie, her hands kneeding furiously in her crotch. Laura was shaking, almost like she was having a fit, barely taking in anything. "OK, off you go girls, there is no script here, but there is just the 2 of you, 1 pee at a time, and the other stands guard. Don't forget an aborted shoot means no payment, so if you are caught in the act, break down and wet yourself, or both have to go at the same time, the shoot would be aborted, and no payment would be offered, and that would be a shame when you are as desperate as you 2 girls clearly are. "OK" stammered Natalie, "come on, I'm sorry, but I have to go first" she started off towards a wall, her walk was one of sheer desperation, she couln't stand up straight, both her hands worked in her crotch, and she was shaking, "ooooooh, a pee, a pee, oh god I need a pee, please, come on, just a few more seconds" she was repeating to herself. Laura staggered after her, looking just as desperate. "No, no, no, please no, I have to go first, please" she wailed. "NO WAY" Screeched Natalie, like a woman possessed, there is absolutley no way you can go first, I swear, if I don't wee in the next 30 seconds my bladder will actually pop, oh god, oh god, oh god, shit, ooooh, I neeeeeed a weeeeee". She wailed, as she finally reached a tree, which would be more than enough token cover in her desperate state. "Oh nooo", she yelped, as she desperately faught with her clothes to try and pull them from her desperate body, Oh shit no, just a few more seconds. Both girls were frantic, but suddenly, Natalie yelped, "oh fuck, no" an audible hiss could be heard as she pulled down her trousers and knickers, and dropped to a squat where she stood. Her bladder had completely given way, and her pent up pee was flooding out of her at a tremendous force. Her whole body was phsyically shaking. "oh shit, fuck, nooo, ahhh yesss, oh god, yesss, ooooooh a peeeee, oh god, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" she stammered, as sheer ecstacy overtook her tortured body. "oh godd, ahhhhh, ohhh, fuck, oh god it feels good, oh I needed this," she wailed as what felt like gallons of pee finally escaped their torturous prison. Laura was racked with pain, "gotta hold it, hold it, oh no, just a few more seconds" she stammered as she stood just metres away from Natalie having the most glorious pee of her life. Her body shook, as she was almost convulsing in pain. "HOLD ON GIRL" whispered Pandora into Lauras ear, but a small trickle started to escape her tightly clenched lips. "No, no, no, no, no" cried Laura, Natalies piss splashing out loudly, "PLEASE, please, its coming out" "just a few more seconds" said pandora, as Natalie peed on and on and on. "I cant, I can't" stammered Laura, wildry scissoring her legs, pressing hard into her crutch, it needs to come out. She was openly crying, tears flowing down her face. she was shaking, involunterilly. Natalie's pee gushed on and on, she had never felt such relief, as Laura lost another, much more serious squirt into her panties. "I'm peeing myself, please, please, I have to go NOW" she shouted, staring at Pandora, desperatley waiting for permission to pee, I'm weeing myself. "OK, said Pandora, she had never seen such intense desperation, and her camera was now trained solely on Laura, "OK babe, you can go." Laura needed no second bidding, as soon as she pulled her hands away from her crotch she was leaking again, as she fought with her waistband. She was pulling and tugging at her leggings and knickers, as they came down in a wet knotted tangle, as soon as they edged away her bum, her bladder gave out, and she exploded with the most incredible stream of pee. It blasted her panty crotch, before she finally dropped into a squat. her legs shook, as her pee cascaded out of her with a tremendous force. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she cried, She had never felt so good in her entire life. her whole body convulsed as she went light headed with relief. She completely forgot where she was, shaking in agony and ecstasy as her pussy could finally relax and gallons and gallons of pee flooded from their overworked prison. "oooooooohhh godddddddd she gasped, in relief, tears flowing from her eyes, ooooooh I needed this, oh it feels so good" Her legs shook, and her pussy quivered madly, as more and more pee flooded out of her frantic pussy. Her clit tingled, and her overwhelming relief threatened to turn into a huge orgasm.. "oh goddd, this feels soooo good" she moaned as her stream finally slowed. She had peed for a full 2 minutes, and the puddle on the floor was absolutely incredulous. She pulled up her, now soaking wet, panties, and tried to stand, now uneasy on her feet, her legs now weak. Tears still streamed from her as she slowly pulled up her leggings, showing a huge wet patch accross her bum, where she had lost all control in the final few moments. She had never felt so happy in her life, never even imagined that something as mundane as peeing could feel so good. "CUT" shouted Pandora. "WOW girls, look at you, that was a proper desperate pee eh, thats what we pay the big bucks for, come on now, back to the car" "She isn't kidding is she", whispered Natalie, as they turned to head back to the car, "Oh my god, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that badly! I thought I was going to die it hurt so bad, but oh god, the relief when it came out of me, it was almost worth all the suffering, almost". Laura, was still in a daze "mmmm" she whimpered, "I hurt so much, I think I might have damaged myself, I never want to feel that desperate again!" As they arrived back at the car, the other 3 girls were already looking like they needed to pee again. Pandora looked Laura up and down, and reached into the boot, handing her a pair of white cotton panties, and, what lloked like a school skirt. "Here you go" she said, "You're not getting in my car like that, you're soaked, change into these" Laura was horrified, to once again be taking down her panties in public, but as the cold air hit her pussy it felt so good and so naughty, and besides, these girls had seen everything she had now anyway! She pulled on her new skirt and panties, and clambered into the back of the car. "OK girls" started Pandora, "Congratulations on your first round of shoots. We will be filming 2 more shoots with each of you today, but I am happy with what we have got so far. You all probably thought you experienced the ultimate in desperation this morning, but you are only 2 hours into the day, and it will get a whole lot worse for you. I imaginemost of you are feeling the need to go again already, but we are going to sit in this car and fill your bladders for the next 90 minutes before continuing, this was just the start. Clare" she said, facing the first girl "I am happy with your performance, and am aware that we stopped you mid stream, but you did well, and haven't annoyed me by moaning and whining all day, I'm sure your desperate now, but here is a litre of water, and another diuretic, please drink it quickly, Jess, you also performed well, and can have exactly the same. Now, Sarah, you pathetic bitch." Sarah whimpered, her earlier 3 diuretics were already working overtime, "you are the only girl here to have earned no fee yet, your unscripted pee spoilt our running order, tortured these 2 girls, and you still pissed in your knickers before you performed, absolutely pathetic, here is another 2 litres of water to add to your discomfort, and a can of coke too, I always find it goes right through me. I have some serious plans for you, there is always one pathetic girl on these shoots! Now, Natalie and Laura. You both produced shows of real desperation. Natalie, you just need to take one of these, she said, handing over 1 diuretic, and a single bottle of water. Laura though, I know you have produced extreme desperation, but you did cut over Natalies shoot, meaning I can only use that as a single shoot, and you also wet yourself quite considerably, I'm afraid, for that, you need to be punished" "oh, no" whimpered Laura, her tummy still aching from its previous torment, "no, please, I held it as long as you told me to, I was in agony" "Here you go" said Pandora, completely ignoring her pleas, she handed her 2 of the diuretic pills, and a litre and a half of water. All 5 girls were now concerned about the rest of the days filming, and were all seriously miserable. Clare was sat in agony, the only girl who had not managed to void her full bladder, being forced to stop mid-flow, and Sarah, who was having the worst day of her life, was, again, feeling an urgent need to pee! She had wet herself, and had bbeen the only girl to not hang on as instructed, as a punishment for that she had now been forced to drink 3 litres of water, a can of coke, and take 3 super strength diuretics. She was in for some serious agony!the other 3 girls were all quite relaxed at the moment, still revelling in the relief they had felt from being so desperate. The car set off on its way again...….
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  8. Just to celebrate that this thread is 5 years old!! ...and to celebrate that my sweet girlfriend is still the one ? The pictures are from a day we went plane-spotting, and at some point another car pulled up alongside us. My girlfriend was suddenly in a hurry to get back into the car ? I love those silly secret games!
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  9. "You can`t be serious..." Gerald stared down at the so-called "raft", then back at Boltans fat, stupid smirk. "This is just a piece of scrap! A joke..." "Seems to me you`re just scared and making an excuse..." "Scared?!" Another glance at the loose array of wooden planks and random branches, held together by some tattered rope. It was tiny, had no rudder and so unbalanced, the entire "starbelt" side was basically underwater. "If by scared you mean non-suicidal, well then yes, maybe I am! Come on, you can`t be serious...who would risk their lives for such a stupid trial of courage?" "We all did it! Every single one of our squad. They are all fine. Sure, Huno scraped half his leg open and Vin broke his arm as he smashed into a rock. But how can you be a knight if you`re afraid to get hurt?" He wanted to protest. Say that he didn`t fear getting hurt but merely couldn`t understand how riding down the Bloodrock Rapids on a tattered raft would prove his courage. However, fate seemed to play against him...if he backed down from this ludicrous challenge, Boltan would make sure to let everyone know... "Fine...I`ll do it..." He...just had to be careful! Keep his eyes open. Shift his own weight to steer the raft and...hope for the best...right? If all the others made it, why not him? So there was no reason to- "SURPRISE!" It was a sudden push which caught Gerald of-guard as he was about to climb on the raft – sending him, head first – into the raging river. He didn´t had time to grab onto something, not even enough time to scream for help...not that it would`ve done him any good, he was just gone. Submerged in the freezing cold mountain stream... ...altough...it wasn`t exactly freezing cold as he expected.... ...in fact, it was quite warm, even comfortable...like a hot spring...? "Aaarrrgh..." At long last he managed to fight himself back to the surface, taking a deep breath of fresh air... ...and couldn`t believe his eyes... The water was...tinted yellow? Also, he was no longer in a river but a huge, wide lake...made entirely from that oddly colored water... "Pffffrrpffht..." He spat out a portion of that warm water that got in his mouth, while flailing his arms around in a desperate attempt to stay afloat...but something wasn`t right... The lake...it was gone? Instead he was staring straight up in a light blue patch of morning sky, surrounded by the far-reaching branches of nearby trees... There were birds chirping, bees humming around to gather nectar from the flowers... It was...just a dream. Only a dream...I didn`t drown, it was just a dream... .... Oh no...please no... While the lake from his dream was maybe gone, Gerald could still feel a warm wetness below his body, much like a huge puddle reaching all the way from his feet, legs, butt and back up to his head...it was huge! That, combined with the nature of the dream... "Damn it! Why? Why does this keep happening?" It was the second time in a row he wet himself in his sleep. There had to be a reason, he couldn`t allow this to go on! He rolled to his side to better inspect the lake of urine – and had to surpress a small scream as he stared right at Teras sleeping face, right in front of his own. Of course – that nymph girl. The dream and his embarassing accident were so dominant in his mind, he nearly forgot about all the other things which happened last night...like her, helping him stay warm...and even drinking the girls u- ..... Wait...is she.... Gerald hesitated to look there at first. But considering Teras general nudity and completele lack of desire to hide any given part of her body, she wouldn`t have a problem if he took a peek to see if... .... Yes, she is... While it was only a small trickle now which emerged from that tiny slit between her legs, there were tiny drips all over her her thighs, as well as the puddle being even larger around her. How can she even hold that much? This is crazy..I mean...she could`ve literally drowned me there... Now, what that adorable or scary? Probably both... Should he...wake her up maybe? Or was this a normal thing to her? To think he actually drank right from her most sensitive spot, yet knew so little about her...it felt weird...like everything that happened lately... His rumbling stomach was starting to send him signals that it wasn`t the time to think about what happened and more about what should happen next, particularly about where to get breakfast from. While he wasn`t an expert, Gerald had his fair bit of survival knowledge, like some of the plants that were edible and of course how to hunt and fish... As the latter two required specific tools, his only option was to go search for some wild fruit or berries...and maybe mushrooms. Not really in the mood for fish anyway, after... ...really, he didn`t even let me finish eating, what an asshole! However, he didn`t even felt sure about gathering some mere berries – while naked. Despite Teras best attempts the night before, he couldn`t help but feel vulnerable and exposed like this. And while sure, he could technically but his pee-stained underwear back on...but what difference would that make? ....seems like...I need to wake her up after all. At least she`s familiar with surviving on her own. And I sure hope she won`t be too mad if I disrupt her sleep, she looks so peaceful and happy right now... "Tera....?" he muttered, softly poking her forehead. Nothing... "Wake up....it`s morning..." ...contrary to his actual goal to wake her, his voice was even softer this time, barely a whisper. "Umm.." Maybe if he...shook her arm a little? Still no response, not even a slight reaction... For someone who regulary sleeps out in the wild, I would expect her to be far more alert...what if she gets attacked by wild animals while asleep...? Or, much more likely – her subconscious didn´t consider him a threat to defend against... Not that he even wanted to pose a threat to her. However... ...maybe if I imitate some dangerous predator, say...perhaps she`ll wake up? The first and most dangerous creature coming to his mind was of course the shadowbeast. A foe like none other, feared by even the bravest knights and warriors alike...their roar alone was said to cause entire armies to flee in terror. ...and of course he had no idea what it sounded like as he had never encountered one in his life. Better play it self and try a wolf howl instead... At least he knew how that sounded like. Right. So... Gerald jumped on his feet, putting some distance between him and the sleeping nymph – in the end he didn`t want to scare her to death by howling right into her ear. Take a deep breath... .... "Aaaaoooooouuuuu...." The volume of his voice even surprised himself, causing the the boy to twitch a little. Damn it...at this rate I attract an actual wolf to come here... Nervously, he turned back to the sleeping nymph to see if his howl had the desired effect at least... "What..." "Pffffhffffhehehehee..s-stop, please shtoopheheheh..." It was just too much. Watching Geralds flustered face was already funny enough...but nothing could prepare her for...whatever noise that was supposed to be. Really, she couldn`t tell. All she knew was that her stomach already hurt from laughing, yet...she couldn`t stop. "....you...have been awake the entire time?" Gerald gave Tera a very sour glare. "Glad to see you`re having fun..." "Sh...shorry...I...just couldn`t resist...it was too cute to see you try and waking me up...and I wanted to know what you would try next..." A faint feeling of guilt began to hit her as her laughing finally stopped. "I know, that was a bit mean...again, I apologize...so...at least tell me what kind of creature that was supposed to be..?" He just couldn`t stay mad at her. Oh, he sure wanted to! He wanted to be very mad and angry now...but...she just had a very disarming effect on his mind. "...a wolf...so...I guess it wasn`t very convincing then?" "Weeeeelll...let`s say it could`ve passed as a really paranoid and confused...puppy..." ... "Just...don´t do it again, okay? If I hear that again, I may piss myself..." "You already did..." "....really? Heh, nice..."
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  10. Congratulations on becoming a contributory member!
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  11. Bought some nice new jeans and my first thought was. How good my butt would look wet in those.
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  12. Pssst hey everybody. I'm not one to tell you to do anything most of the time But you should absolutely send @Alice Baker some love and good vibes. She is an absolute trooper and hero of a human being. Nothing super bad or anything has happened, she isn't dying, I just think she really deserves some love and appreciation today. Love you foxsister ❤️
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  13. 3 scales. The first is a 1-20 scale that is more detailed than a standard 1-10 scale. Then a 1-10 scale after that followed by an even more basic 1-5 scale. THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-20 By: Unknown 0: When you've just been and couldn't possibly wee whatever. 1: You don't need it, but you could probably wee if you tried. 2: The very first thought of needing a wee. 3: Very slight so that if you were going out and someone asked you, you'd probably go. 4: You know you need a wee but you don't really have to do any thinking about it or holding. But you know you should go. For example, you've just walked out of the cafe and think, 'I should have gone while I was in there because I won't get to a loo for another few hours now, but I can't be bothered to go back in.' 5: The stage where you start planning. For example, 'I'm going to go when I've finished doing this.' If you were out, you would think of maybe finding a toilet. 6: You might mention it to someone else, so that you can go to the loo. Like maybe, "I need to find a toilet soon," but at that point you'll still walk into the next shop. If you were at home just reading a book, you would probably go now. 7: You might say, 'No let's find that toilet first....' It's the 'I definitely need to go' and 'I ought to do something about it stage.' 8: Getting bad urges.. Visible signs of needing to go if alone. 9: The first signs of holding it if you are out in public, like needing to cross your legs. 10: You REALLY need to go. Often fidgety if sitting down. Concentrating on it. You would only keep holding it at this point if you were somewhere with no toilets, or if you were busy so happy to fidget a bit. 11: Its hurting a bit...and you could really do with a toilet... lots of tensing up and needing to fidget. You would stop even if you were busy and go to the loo. This is the last stage where a normal person would go if at all possible!!! 12: God I'm bursting! Not easy to sit still. Needing to concentrate on it all the time. 13: Starting to get worried about not being able to hold it. Really putting effort into it. Having to hold in a noticeable way. An onlooker could tell by your body language, that you need the toilet. 14: Unable to sit down properly, and if standing up, unable to stand still. 15: Knowing that what ever you do, you don't have much longer. Having to find a toilet soon or else!!! Probably having to put your hand down there and hold on. 16: I need the loo RIGHT NOW!!!!! Big pee dances, Leg twisting, Frozen to the spot etc.... All you are thinking is "I need a wee, I need a wee, I need a wee." 17: THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF LOSING IT !!! 18: First Spurt 19: Leaking 20: Wetting THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-10 By: Ranpalan 0: No urge to pee whatsoever; thus, your bladder is very empty, or you're completely not thinking about it. 1: The slightest of urges, not enough to actually distract you from anything. 2: The first feeling of a clear urge. Still comfortable. 3: A clear urge that remains whenever you're not doing anything interesting. 4: The kind of urge that starts to be uncomfortable. 5: You're aware of the urge almost constantly, and really feel like you should be doing something about it. 6: At this point, you're very well aware of the urge, and it might just be enough for you start squirming or fidgeting. 7: You are almost certainly feeling the urge to squirm and fidget. 8: You are `bursting'. You know you can't hold much longer. 9: At this point, you're not wetting just yet, but you're close to it. 10: You're peeing. Please note that the higher up this scale, the more a person jumps back and forth. Even with a slight wave-like addition to it, stage 9 will actually simply be the centre of a constant jumping between 10 and 8 (leaking and regaining control). THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-5 By: Philadelphia Lynn Stage 1 - Empty, this is where I spend most of my day Stage 2 - I'm first aware of my bladder, I know it's there and will eventually need attention Stage 3 - Bladder Discomfort - Throbbing, "bowling ball" feeling, my favorite stage Stage 4 - Struggling, need to focus on control, keegling Stage 5 - Emptying - either voluntary or involuntary - back to Stage 1
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  14. The Gala

    I promised male-male, and here it is! This is one of at least a half-dozen story ideas that I came up with over the past few weeks. I had another one that I was *sure* I was going to write next, but then literally yesterday, I saw the word "woodcarver," and here we are. (Note to self: it's probably not the best use of mental powers to turn any word into an omo-based story!) *** “Here, darling.” Caroline Docell reached over to straighten her son’s bow tie. Charlie smiled half-heartedly in response, and his mom titled her head sympathetically. “I know, honey,” she assured him. “These thing get exhausting. But it’s good to get to know people, and it’s important for your dad. Besides,“ Caroline continued over Charlie’s resigned sigh, “The Fawcetts have two sons around your age, and I’m sure they’ll be there!” Nodding his assent – or at least his desire not to argue – Charlie leaned back against the car seat. Of course he understood the importance of attending these ridiculous galas, these bastions of ostentation. His father’s job as a professional fundraiser depended heavily on knowing “the right people” and “being seen in good circles.” And part of being seen meant showing off his shiny, photogenic family. Marty Docell did make an effort to use his kids judiciously, and it’s not like children were invited to many fêtes or fancy dinners, anyway, but as an 18-year-old senior in high school, Charlie was at a stage where he was fairly discomfited by the preening and pretension. Black-tie dress code, high-ceilinged rooms, vapid conversation…Even the promise of peers (well, people his age, at least) wasn’t particularly enticing. Yes, Charlie had met some good friends and had some valuable commiseration sessions with fellow teens at these type of events throughout the years, but he was just as likely, if not more so, to meet kids who were clearly trying to prove that they belonged in the glitz and glamour – kids whose default posture seemed to require keeping their noses in the air and who followed up initial introductions with overtly esoteric questions about a certain United Nations activity or the economic fluctuations in Laos. Charlie nearly shuddered at the thought. His dad had told him about the Fawcett’s two sons – Wendell and Harrington, names that didn’t exactly inspire confidence in their potential sociability. They were both a bit older than Charlie, a junior and sophomore, respectively, at Georgetown University. Normally, having the chance to talk to two students at Charlie’s dream college would be exciting, but as the sons of one of the wealthiest families in Washington, D.C., there was absolutely no guarantee that they’d gotten in on their own merit. “Ready, team?” Marty gestured out the window as their driver pulled up a tree-lined driveway. Charlie’s heart sank. The mega-mansion that rose up over the hill dashed any hopes he’d allowed himself that this party might not be that bad, that maybe the people would be relatively down-to-earth. Instead, the stone-and-pillar monstrosity said, in no uncertain terms, that this was going to be a gala gala, a proper, high-class function packed with people whose only goal in conversation was to make themselves look good. Both Marty and Caroline looked apologetically at their son, but Charlie just straightened his spine and rolled his head back and forth like a boxer loosening up before a round. He’d done this before, and he could do it again tonight. It would only be a few hours, after all. Smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his tuxedo, Charlie unfolded from the car. The evening wasn’t cold, thankfully, so they had no coats to hand to the event staff. Mr. and Mrs. Fawcett were waiting to greet their line of guests in the entryway. Charlie had a brief vision of a royal court announcer, the kind that would bang a staff on the ground to get the room’s attention before loudly calling the names of all entrants. Charlie smothered a giggle as his parents stepped up to be introduced. “Of course!” Mr. Fawcett bellowed, pumping Marty’s hand enthusiastically. “Wonderful to have you, Martin! I heard about the wonderful work you did for the new psych center out in Arlington.” Marty smiled back, just as earnest. “My wife, Caroline,” he gestured, knowing that introduction lines weren’t the place for long conversations, “and my son, Charles.” “Good to have you, welcome, welcome!” Mr. Fawcett beamed as Charlie and Caroline shook the hands of their hosts. “My sons are around here somewhere…” Mr. Fawcett did a quick scan of the room, a task greatly aided by his towering height. “There’s Delly, over there talking to Ambassador Strom-“ Charlie followed Mr. Fawcett’s eyeline to a young man who could only be described as “strapping,” laughing heartily next to a silver-haired gentleman. “-and Harrington…” Mr. Fawcett trailed off, apparently not seeing his younger son, but recovered quickly. “Well, do enjoy, have some hors d’oeuvres, mingle! I think you’ll find, Marty, that there are some very good people here tonight who would appreciate someone honest to guide them to where their money would be best put to use!” Charlie couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at this seemingly honest assessment, but Marty just smiled and nodded appreciatively, leading his family into the fray. A member of waitstaff appeared out of nowhere, offering bite-sized morsels that probably had very fancy names, while another nameless server offered slim glasses of champagne to the family. Marty glanced at Charlie, silently assenting, should his son want a glass, but Charlie gave his head a little shake. He didn’t particularly like champagne (even, he imagined, obscenely expensive champagne), and he didn’t think alcohol was going to benefit him tonight. It took a few more minutes for another staff member to appear with a tray of water glasses. “Still or sparkling, sir?” “Still, please.” Charlie sipped on his newly-obtained water and looked around the room. Wendell Fawcett (“Delly,” apparently) had moved on from the ambassador, but was putting on a similar performance with a small group of bejeweled women. Charlie had seen enough to decide that he really had no desire to meet Wendell, at least not tonight. Even if he was a decent guy, the elder Fawcett son was clearly in his element schmoozing with Washington society; he wouldn’t be of much social help to Charlie. Seeing no other guests within a solid 20 years of his age (so much for that younger Fawcett), Charlie stuck with his usual game plan of sticking close to his parents, nibbling on the proffered food, and politely responding to the repetitive questions the other adults directed his way. The gala was among the biggest that Charlie could ever remember attending. The house itself was gigantic, and it seemed like the entire first floor was filled with people. The ballroom was teeming with formally-dressed elite, but there were also hundreds of guests throughout the library, the study, the living room…Charlie lot track of the layout of the house as his father wound his way through the crowd, cheerfully talking with potential donors. After about two hours, Charlie found himself shifting from foot to foot. The tedium of the evening was getting to him, but Marty was on a roll. Mr. Fawcett had been right – people were eager to speak to Charlie’s dad and hear about the various projects his company was fundraising for. Absentmindedly, Charlie pulled at his collar. The house climate was well-controlled, but being around hundreds of people for so long was making the air feel thick to Charlie. Like the waitstaff from earlier, Mr. Fawcett was suddenly at Charlie’s elbow, a fascinating feat for such an imposing man. “You know-” Mr. Fawcett leaned down conspiratorially. “-the air is probably a bit cooler down the basement.” Charlie looked up the host, choking down a yawn. “Sir?” Mr. Fawcett beamed. “You’ve hung in there for quite a while, kid, but it looks like your parents will be busy for quite a bit longer. If you head to the back of the house, past the hallway bathroom, there’s a door that’ll take you downstairs. There’s a game room, a TV room…hell, you can hang out on one of the couches and take a nap!” Charlie’s yawn morphed into an awed sigh. In the back of his mind, he knew that he should politely decline – even at the legal age of adulthood, going unsupervised into an otherwise off-limits area of a host’s home wasn’t exactly peak etiquette – but he desperately wanted a break. Maybe even that suggested nap. Charlie glanced toward his mom, but Caroline was already nodding her approval. Charlie turned back to Mr. Fawcett, eyes wide with gratitude. “Thank you so much, Mr. Fawcett. I really appreciate it.” The genial man clapped Charlie on the back, then pointed him in the direction he had indicated earlier. Charlie didn’t hesitate; he was so ready to not be surrounded by rich adults. He wound his way through the rooms and out to the hallway, which itself was still full of people. He saw a line of people waiting for the bathroom, so he slipped past them and opened the next door to find a well-lit stairway. Charlie shut the door behind him and took a deep breath. The air already felt less close, and the noise of the gala faded with every step. The sudden lack of overwhelming chatter made Charlie feel like he’d stepped into another world. At the bottom of the stairs, he was deposited in a large game room. He walked past two pool tables, a foosball table, and a giant collection of video game consoles. Past the game room was a gym that could’ve easily fit in a swanky hotel, with more cardio machines and weight racks than the family could possibly use. Down the hall from the gym, Charlie found the library and the TV room. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to figure out the massive home theater setup, but before he could figure out what to do (that nap was still a possibility), he heard a small noise coming from the other side of the room. There was another door, partially open, on the far wall of the TV room. At first, Charlie assumed it was some sort of pet or other animal. The noises sounded distressed, though quiet. Slowly, Charlie made his way across the room. “Hello?” He pushed the door open to find a small workshop of sorts. There was a tall table in the middle of the room, covered in raw pieces of wood, as well as intricate carvings in various stages of completion. The floor was littered with shavings. And in the corner of the room, perched on a stool, was a young man. Charlie froze. “Oh, I’m-“ But he cut himself off as the took in more details of the scene. The young man was tall, but hunched over. He was twitching and making soft, irregular whining noises, as if he couldn’t stop himself. His hands, however, were working diligently and skillfully, whittling away with a sharp knife at a small block of wood. He was still in formal dress, but he bow tie was completely undone, the strip of cloth just hanging around his neck, his shirt was untucked, and his jacket was long gone. For a moment, Charlie stood, transfixed by the sight of curls of wood falling from the young man’s hands. The movements were mesmerizing, and Charlie’s mouth hung open slightly. In the next instant, however, Charlie was drawn back by the whimpering. The young man, who could only be Harrington Fawcett, was clearly in distress. “Ah-“ Charlie snapped his mouth shut, unsure of what to say. He was intruding in Harrington’s house, after all. “Are…are you OK, man?” Harrington’s shoulder jerked forward, so Charlie could only assume that he’d heard him, but the young man – boy? – didn’t respond. Charlie frowned. No one had said anything about the younger Fawcett having a disability of some sort, but Harrington wasn’t talking and wasn’t acting in any way that fell within the bounds of typical social interaction. “I…” Charlie was increasingly unnerved. “Hey, I don’t want to bug you, but…” Harrington sniffed, and Charlie saw a tear slip down his cheek. His shaking was even more pronounced, to the point where Charlie was surprised he managed to stay on the stool, but his hands never stopped whittling away at the block of wood. Thoroughly unprepared for this situation, Charlie tried again. “Look, man, can I get someone for you?” Harrington sniffed again, but shook his head vigorously. Charlie let out a slow breath; at least the boy could hear him. “Okaaaaay…” Charlie whispered to himself. He raised his voice to speak to Harrington “Then can I-“ Charlie stopped himself again as he saw Harrington’s knife-holding hand slip off the block of wood, an uncharacteristic break in the previously-controlled movements. Charlie’s eyebrows drew together with concern. Harrington curled his shoulders forward, and tears started to pour down his face. His body shook with silent sobs. Just as Charlie was about to open his mouth to insist on getting someone to help, he heard another odd sound. A liquid, trickling sort of sound. Charlie didn’t even have time to mentally question the noise before he saw the source – a dark, growing stain down Harrington’s left leg, ultimately dripping off the cuff of his tuxedo pants, creating a puddle on the concrete floor. Blinking in confusion, Charlie glanced up from where his gaze had followed the wet trail down to the floor, and he saw that Harrington had resumed his carving, his hands making quick, frenetic movements, tears still coursing down both of his cheeks. It felt weird and intrusive to watch a college student – a presumably sober one, at that – have an accident, but Charlie figured that leaving or turning around would be even weirder. He settled for looking awkwardly down and to the side. Not that Harrington was looking in his direction, anyway. After several long seconds, the trickling sound stopped, though Charlie could still hear Harrington’s suppressed cries and the sound of the knife working away at the wooden block. Cautiously, Charlie raised his eyes. The scene in front of him was much like it was when he’d first walked through the door – a trembling young man, sitting on a stool, whittling a piece of wood. Only now, there were wet streaks down his face and his pants, and a puddle of urine beneath the stool. Charlie drew in a deep breath. “Harrington?” he said hesitantly. “Do you…can I…” He held his hand out, then dropped it to his side. What do you say to a total stranger who just peed his pants in front of you? Facts, Charlie thought. Stick to the facts. “You can’t just stay like that, dude,” Charlie said gently. “You have to get cleaned up.” Harrington twitched, which Charlie took as another sign of acknowledgement, but didn’t move to get off the stool. Charlie forged on. “Can you go upstairs and change?” Tensing all over, Harrington shook his head emphatically, a tight, nervous refusal. “Okay.” Charlie nodded reassuringly. He didn’t understand the man’s reasons, of course, but he was starting to get a picture of Harrington’s behavior. The young man desperately didn’t want to be upstairs in the crowd. Fine. Charlie could deal with that. “Do you have any other clothes down here?” Charlie asked hopefully – maybe a laundry room or something? Harrington shook his head, more slowly this time, almost sadly. His tears had slowed but not stopped, and he looked miserable. Charlie was formulating a plan. It wasn’t a very good one, and he wasn’t sure it would work, but the alternative at this point was leaving Harrington alone, which, in Charlie’s mind, wasn’t an option. “Okay, so you can’t go upstairs, and you don’t have any extra clothes down here,” Charlie narrated. Harrington kept carving. “Then I’m going to go upstairs,” Charlie declared. He saw Harrington’s hands pause for just a second, but the young man still didn’t say anything. “I’ll find your room and get you some clean clothes,” Charlie continued. “No one at the party really knows me, so I won’t draw much attention. You can stay here. No one has to know.” Harrington’s lower lip trembled, but he didn’t offer any overt dissent of Charlie’s plan. Not quite used to Harrington’s silence – he’d only “known” the guy for about five minutes – Charlie nodded. “I’ll…be back soon.” Making his way back across the extensive basement, Charlie ran his fingers through his hair, dazed at this turn of events. Somehow, he had to sneak up two floors in a giant, unfamiliar house, find the bedroom of a man who he still hadn’t technically confirmed was Harrington Fawcett, grab some clean clothes, and sneak back downstairs, without being seen, or at least without being stopped. He’d started the night thinking he’d spend the whole time making inane small talk with rich, old people, and now, he was on a self-imposed quest for a rich, young person who had wet himself in his own house. Weird. Charlie paused at the top of the stairs to make sure his tuxedo was still presentable, knowing that any signs of dishevelment would only draw attention. He slipped out the door into the still-crowded hallway, not making any eye contact. He knew that there was a grand staircase in the entryway, but Charlie also figured there would be some sort of back set of stairs. Relying on nothing more than educated guesses, he made his way toward the back of the house. There were still plenty of people, but the crowd thinned a bit as Charlie approached the kitchen. He stuck his head through the doorway and nearly gasped with relief when he saw a set of stairs going up in the fair corner. Charlie didn’t hesitate as he strode across the room. There were a few catering staff, but Charlie correctly assumed that they were all hired from an external company and had no real interest in policing the boundaries of the party. Up the stairs, Charlie found himself in a long hallway. The doors were all shut, but it was quiet; Charlie could only hope the lack of noise meant a total lack of people. Seeing no other option, Charlie tried one door at a time, pausing to listen before he opened each one. The first six doors seemed to be four guest bedrooms – well-decorated, but no personal touches – with guest bathrooms between each pair. The next rooms were an office of some sort and another TV room. Charlie closed his eyes in frustration after shutting the door of the TV room. Who really needed all these rooms, anyway? Whatever happened to the upstairs just being bedrooms? He turned the corner at the end of the hallway and continued trying doors. A bathroom, then a bedroom that Charlie gazed around a bit before deciding it must be Wendell’s. It was larger than any of the guest rooms, but the collection of politically-based books on the bookshelf looked like they belonged to the young man who was easily hobnobbing in the party, not to his younger brother who was hiding in the basement. With a sigh, Charlie closed the bedroom door and tried the one across the hall. Bingo. Harrington’s room was covered in models and wood carvings. It was slightly messier than Wendell’s room, but not a disaster by any means. It just looked like more of a haven, a place that was Harrington’s own in the midst of the carefully-curated mansion. Charlie leaned over the windowsill for a moment, admiring the carvings lined up there. Harrington really was talented. Still, Charlie wasn’t here to snoop; he had a job. Charlie quickly rifled through the wardrobe, settling on a pair of plaid pajama pants. He grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer, marveling briefly at the continued oddity of the situation, then folded his stash under his tuxedo jacket and headed back downstairs. Maintaining his practice of not looking anyone in the eye, Charlie strode across the kitchen and back to the hallway with the basement door. He didn’t see anyone he knew (which really, only consisted of his parents and the Fawcetts), and none of the other guests seemed to care about the shifty teenager winding through their midst. Breathing a sigh of relief, Charlie shut the basement door behind him and bound down the stairs. His part of the mission was essentially done. He made his way across the basement, pausing at the kitchenette in the theater room. On a whim, he grabbed some paper towels and ran them under some water in the sink. He hadn’t thought to grab soap or a washcloth upstairs, but he figured Harrington should probably clean up a bit before putting on dry clothes. Back in the wood shop, Harrington hadn’t moved, although, Charlie had to admit, he did look calmer. He’d stopped crying, and his breathing was more even. He was still working on his carving, but his hands looked less tense. “Here.” Charlie pulled the pants and underwear out from under his jacket and set them on the edge of the table along with the damp paper towels. “I’ll…” Charlie knew he really couldn’t do anything else – lead a horse to water and all that – but he didn’t want to just leave Harrington alone completely. “I’ll be in the theater room if you need anything else.” True to his word, Charlie settled in one of the corners of the huge sectional couch. He still didn’t want to mess with the TV, so he just pulled out his phone. It didn’t take quite as long as Charlie implicitly expected – maybe 15 minutes or so – for Harrington to emerge. Really, Charlie hadn’t been sure that the boy would leave the workshop at all. But leave he did, in just a white t-shirt and the pajama pants that Charlie had collected. His hair was mussed, and his eyes were puffy, but he didn’t look nearly as anguished as he had when Charlie first encountered him. Charlie glanced up, but didn’t move from the couch. He had no precedent for this situation, and he didn’t want to do anything to make Harrington more uncomfortable. The younger Fawcett son sat in the opposite corner of the couch, curling his long legs in front of him. For a couple more minutes, he stayed silent, and Charlie went back to scrolling through his phone. “Thank you.” Charlie nearly jumped. Harrington’s voice was quiet, but much deeper than Charlie had expected. He looked up. Harrington was worrying the hem of his shirt between his fingers, head down. “No worries, man,” Charlie replied, sincerely. “Like I said, I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that.” Harrington was quiet for a few more moments. Charlie wanted to stare at him, to try to figure out exactly what was going on with this otherwise privileged young man. But he just went back to his phone, barely paying attention to the images on the screen. “The parties are really hard for me.” Charlie looked up again. Harrington still wasn’t looking at him, but he breathed in deliberately, as if he was going to keep talking. “I…” Harrington wound the hem of his shirt around his thumb. “Even when I was little, I didn’t like them. The noise and the closeness…I used to put my hands over my ears and cry.” Slowly, so as not to make any noise that might interrupt his companion’s story, Charlie slid his phone back in his pocket. “My parents were always really good about it,” Harrington continued. “They wanted me to be there, obviously, but they understood that it was hard. It wasn’t just parties, but the events were the worst. They took me to therapy. It never seemed to bother them that I needed a shrink.” “…wonderful work you did for the new psych center…” Charlie recalled Mr. Fawcett’s introductory praise for Marty, which suddenly made a lot more sense. “I want to be good at it,” Harrington sighed. “But the whole gala experience makes me feel awful. My head hurts and my stomach feels weird and I want to claw my skin off. So my parents made me a deal, years ago: I would make an appearance, get dressed up, and then I could sneak off and hide.” By this time, Charlie had turned so that his whole body was facing Harrington. “I don’t-“ Harrington’s voice caught, and he took a breath to compose himself. “Tonight was really bad. They’re not usually this hard, but there were so many people, and they all wanted to talk to me, and Senator Smallwood kept giving me champagne, and his wife kept touching my arm…” Harrington trailed off, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, and Charlie felt a deep hatred for this couple he’d never met. “I left as soon as I could,” Harrington went on, his voice wet. “I came down here because the woodwork usually calms me down, doing something with my hands, but-“ He choked up again, and Charlie wanted to tell him that it was OK, he really didn’t need an explanation, but his own voice betrayed him. “There’s no bathroom down here,” Harrington explained, a quirk that Charlie had noticed. “It’s weird, but it’s usually not a problem, because there’s one right at the top of the stairs, but-“ A single tear slid down Harrington’s cheek, a relic of the anxiety and humiliation of the evening. “I couldn’t make myself go back upstairs, and then it got worse, and then I really couldn’t go upstairs, because someone would see me having to pee, and I just…” “It’s okay, man,” Charlie insisted earnestly, finally finding his voice. “No one saw, no one has to know.” Harrington finally looked up, blinking tears out of his shining eyes. “I just…I just wanted to thank you. I wanted you to know that I don’t just…” Harrington hung his head again. “…tonight was really bad,” he finished softly. Sensing that the story was over, Charlie wanted to give the young man a hug. Or deliver him to his mom for a hug. Something. But they were still strangers, and Charlie had heard enough to realize that human touch may not be super comforting to Harrington, so he settled for verbal reassurance. “It’s really fine,” he assured the ashamed young man sitting across from him. “It’s no big deal, and I promise, I won’t tell anyone.” Charlie offered a hesitant smile. “I was coming down here to escape, too. I was super grateful your dad suggested it.” Harrington looked up again, smiling weakly in return. “He’s a good guy,” he said, and Charlie could see how much the young man truly loved his father. “He probably wanted you to check on me.” Charlie shrugged ruefully. In all honestly, he would have done a lot more than what the past half hour had encompassed in order to escape the gala. “I’m glad I could help.” He sat up a bit straighter, realizing a gaping hole in the conversation. “I’m Charlie, by the way. Charlie Docell.” Harrington’s eyes widened at the social oversight. “Oh! I’m-“ “Harrington Fawcett,” Charlie interrupted, grinning. “I figured that much.” Harrington dipped his head slightly and reached for the remote to turn on the TV. “It’s nice to meet you Charlie. It’s nice to have someone to wait out the rest of the party with.” He flipped something in Charlie's direction, and Charlie's hand closed reflexively around a small, wooden figure - the carving Harrington had been working on. It was an owl, covered in intricate feathers, so detailed that Charlie felt guilty just holding it. "Wow," he breathed. "This is awesome, man." Harrington shrugged off the compliment, but smiled nonetheless. He turned on the TV, signaling an end to his introductory confessional. “And you can call me Harry.”
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  15. I had an interesting and humorous sighting a couple weekends ago. (My extended family seems to have a lot of bladder issues. I know at least half my cousins did or still do wet their beds. A few have an occasional day wetting accident. We are pretty open about it and nobody is too embarrassed. I think a couple of them enjoy it like I do. Sometimes the occasional tickle fights end with a sudden run for dry pants.) I was at my uncle’s riding ATVs with his family. It was he and I and his three teenage sons. It was Saturday morning and we had stopped by the side of the trail for a break after riding a couple hours. Usually this is an opportunity for some bottled water and a pee. The middle son, Jason, was squirming around a little. He’s the one that always kids his brothers that they have small bladders and always have to pee. He usually does seem to be able to hold it pretty well. It looked to me like he had to pee really badly but didn’t want to be the first to go. I wasn’t too surprised, he had two big glasses of milk and one of orange juice with breakfast. He got out his bottle of water and took a sip while his older brother went into the woods to pee. As his brother came back Jason casually took his turn in the woods. He turned his back and unzipped to start peeing. Just then we heard some more ATVs coming down the trail. Jason looked back in panic and frantically zipped up and came out of the woods. It was a guy and a girl on two ATVs. She smiled, pointed at him and gave Jason a thumbs up as she passed him. Then I saw why. Evidently Jason had started to pee just as we heard them coming. He zipped up but evidently he had to pee so badly that he couldn’t quite stop the flow. He didn’t seem to notice that he was still peeing until she pointed. He looked down and turned bright red as his faded skinny jeans turned dark in the crotch and the wet stain spread down his legs. He quickly unzipped and finished peeing on the grass. Finally he finished and sheepishly walked back to us. We were all laughing hysterically. Jason was soaked, his jeans were wet to his ankle on one leg and the knee on the other. His crotch and fly with it’s nice bulge were wet to his belt. The tight wet jeans made it obvious that he was wearing briefs or bikinis rather than boxers! When he he turned around I could see the wetness had even spread up the back to his jeans pockets. As the laughter died down Jason’s younger brother walked quickly to the woods and peed. As he turned to walk back I saw him looking down and then he tugged his shirt down over his fly. Just before he got it covered I noticed he had a small wet spot on one side of his fly. I think he laughed so hard he leaked a little. His shirt covered it so I didn’t say anything. Both Jason’s brothers started teasing him about who had the strongest bladder now. Their dad let them get a few digs in and then told them to let Jason alone, he was embarrassed enough. I wonder what the girl on the ATV thought about what she saw. If she was in to Omorashi I think it probably made her day! Jason asked what he should do about his wet jeans. It was two hours back to the cabin and nobody had any spare clothes. I reminded him about the time he got splashed really bad while riding. It only took about and hour before the wind had dried his shirt and jeans as he rode. He brightened up a little and said he hoped we wouldn’t meet too many other riders before he was dry. He even said we might as well continue the ride we had originally planned. The rest of us peed, had some water and we all continued on. It was funny watching Jason ride. He would spread his legs out to catch the wind on his legs for a while. Then he would stand on the running boards for a while to get some air on his crotch and seat. It seemed to work, at our next rest stop about an hour later his legs were dry. His crotch and fly still damp enough to show that he’d wet himself. He joked that he’d be dry enough that we could even stop for lunch like we planned. His older brother even told him he might have lucked out; he didn’t even smell like he pissed his pants. The restaurant stop was an hour later. We pulled in to the parking lot to see if Jason wanted to try going in. He asked me to check his jeans to see if they looked dry enough. He was mostly dry, only his fly was damp and his shirt hid it well enough. That was a first for me. A kid asking me to check his peed jeans to see if the wetness still showed! I had to give him credit; I don’t think I’d have been brave enough at his age to wear jeans I’d peed in into a restaurant! His older brother noticed they had an outdoor patio and suggested we sit out there. During lunch Jason seemed to have a hand on his crotch a lot. From some similar wet occasions I knew he had to be itching down there and was probably scratching it. I also realized that he hadn’t peed since he wet his jeans, the rest of us had all used the restaurant’s bathroom. I wondered if he really didn’t need to pee or if he was too embarrassed to go in there with his pissed in jeans. I bet his underwear was still kind of damp. The wet pants accident didn’t seem to slow his capacity to drink. He finished two large sodas with lunch. We hit the trail again and headed toward the cabin. At the first stop we all peed in the woods again. I was watching Jason because I couldn’t believe he wasn’t desperate to pee. He sure didn’t act like he needed to pee. I was thinking that maybe he really did have iron control. Then I noticed him coming out of the woods. His shirt was still up showing his zipper and crotch. It was obviously freshly wet. He pulled it down as he walked back so no one else saw it. When he climbed back on his ATV I saw that the back of his jeans were equally wet. It looked like he’d peed while sitting on the seat. Was he so stubborn about not peeing when everyone else did that he wet again? Or did he like the feeling and had deliberately wet his jeans again figuring nobody would notice the new wetness? When we ended the ride at the cabin I was still curious about Jason. I watched as he got off his ATV. From the back his jeans still looked really wet. Then I got a look at his front. The bottom of his shirt was damp around his crotch and his jeans were wet a couple inches down the inseams. He was still leaking or had deliberately wet himself again. He quickly held his helmet in front as he said he was going to go take a shower. His younger brother had noticed me watching and grinned at me and said “He did it again on purpose, didn’t he!”
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  16. Hi everybody! Its me, your lovely moderator/merciless hand of judgement, KozmoFox! I've been having some issues recently during my moderating duties. There always seems to be an influx of new people to this site, and as times change and people come and go, some understandings are lost. The issues I've been having, are people misusing the reputation system, abusing it by using it to attack other members, or to upvote everything a favorite does. I know it might seem like it, but this is not meant to be used in a pseudo-Reddit sort of way. Let me explain it by pasting the same thing I explained to another member just a moment ago. To be more clear as to the reason why, the reputation system is actually tied directly to site access. Its how we gauge how people are valued on the site, for better or for worse. You post good things, you're contributory, etc, you'll end up with high reputation. On the negative side of things, if you shitpost, post unsavory things, and just go about being some unlikeable jerk for example, you end up in the negative. Upvote the good, downvote the bad, essentially. And again, this is tied directly into site access. For example, in order to achieve contributory member status (which is still partially at staff discretion; that change is manual rather than automated like other things) you need to meet a criteria of 500 posts made, and a minimum of 200 positive reputation, signalling that you're an active member and contributor to the site that is liked by the community. This gives some of the highest access you can have, especially in regards to downloads and bandwidth, among other things, even higher than a paid membership will get you, because we value an active, contributing community full of great users over what money they can pay us. This system is not foolproof however; when people abuse this system in ways its not intended to be used, this balance is thrown out of whack. People who aren't deserving of higher contributory membership might get it. People who ARE deserving might not, due to some person they dislike just redbombing them. Things like this make it difficult to ensure a level playing field. There was a time that only contributory members could downvote for example; they had proven themselves good members worthy of handling such a responsibility, unlike new users who could be creepy or hateful people that just want to redbomb people everywhere, and even then there used to be a limit on how many upvotes people under a certain rank could administer per day, ensuring that for the majority of people, only exemplary posts and content would get the big old greenies. Recent times threw that into anarchy though. Our beloved Kirito tried to broaden it a little by extending max voting privileges to established members, in addition to contributory and vip members. Something bugged out, and now its all out anarchy with everybody simply having all this potential. Its been like that for awhile and something we're still working on fixing. I felt the need to explain all this because I've been dealing with incidents like this all week, and I feel like its a thing that needs clearing up. I hope you all take this to heart and understand what I've explained here ? ❤️ In the meantime, I'll hassle the big cheese to see where this goes definitively, and I'll try to see if I can get something like this onto the guidelines page, but in fewer words. Thank you for reading, and hopefully cooperating with me! It would save me an immense amount of time that I can use to tackle other site issues, instead of policing how people use a green button ❤️
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  17. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
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  20. I don’t often see my sister since she lives in Ohio, but she was visiting me before going out of town and left her computer with me for safe keeping. I haven’t played the sims since I was probably 14, so I decided to load up origin and see what I could do. As I waited for several of my old expansion packs to download, I drank about 12 ounces of water and 8 ounces of cranberry juice. My WiFi is very slow, so it took roughly 2 hours. By the time the game was fully installed with all expansions, my need was at a 6. I was sitting on my foot moving back and forth as I opened chrome to download some mods. This always takes forever since I never pay for vip on the sims resource, and I don’t have an ad blocker. I was about 5 mods in when I had to stop and apply more pressure on my pee hole against my foot. I felt a spurt come out and soak my panties and the crotch of my leggings, but I didn’t bother getting up. I thought I had a lot more time. I readjusted my position on my bed and balanced the laptop on my knee so I could move my pillows, when the laptop suddenly slid down my leg and slammed into my bladder. I yelped and pushed the laptop off me and sat up straight, feeling my panties dampen again. This time, it was two spurts, and I held on for dear life. I didn’t want to stand up till I gained back full control, but I knew my time was running out. My bladder was spasming and I moaned as I held my hand to my crotch desperately, my fingers now dripping from the soaked fabric. Once I thought I had full control back, I slowly moved forward to put my feet on the floor, and that was it. I spread my legs as I laid on my back, moaning and gasping as my bladder released all over my bed, soaking into the sheets and mattress. My pussy was spasming, and I could hear the piss hissing as it sprayed against my panties. When I finally finished, I quickly got up and stripped out of my soaked panties, leggings and the hem of my shirt. It felt amazing.
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  21. I went on vacation with my new girlfriend, J, a few weeks ago, and we had some fun you all will be interested in hearing about. We rented a cottage in the country, close to some good hiking. We did a fair amount of hiking that week, carrying large water bladders in our packs. One day we went to a winery and got a little sauced before hiking. I already had to pee before we left the winery, but J told me to hold it while we went on our hike. It was maybe half an hour from the winery to the trail, and by the time we got to the trailhead I really truly had to go. Nonetheless I started sucking down water from my 3 liter pack as soon as we started the hike. It wasn't a long hike, and at the end of the trail was a nice waterfall and creek that some people were using as a swimming hole. We walked out into the creek using the stepping stones that dotted the surface, and then climbed up onto a big rock out in the middle of the creek. We sat there for a while and watched the crawfish scramble around backwards on the creek bed. It was a strangely serene activity considering I was only barely containing my pee. In private I would have been squirming like crazy and holding myself, but there were several people around so I tried to keep things looking normal. Unfortunately that came at the cost of several teaspoons of pee that forced its way out in little spurts. When we were ready to go, jumping off the rock was enough to get me to lose it for just a second, and I felt warm wetness on the inside of my pant leg, making a small patch below my crotch. I had been filling J in on my situation, and when this happened I told her I would definitely be seriously wet by the time we got back up the hill to the car, unless I was allowed to go. So we went a little ways up from where the people were hanging out, and she pointed to a log. "Go here," she demanded. It was right in the middle of the trail, and I was pretty nervous that someone would come by, but I was also desperate enough to not really care. So I opened my fly and gasped with relief, as J watched with apparent satisfaction. I peed for a good minute at least, and then finally stopped when it wasn't feeling so urgent anymore. I was no longer desperate, but I knew I would be again pretty soon. We stopped into town on the way back to the cottage to get some takeout and pick up some more beer. While we drove I emptied a nearly-full nalgene bottle, so by the time we had picked up the food and went into the local brewery I had to hobble to and from the car. I was starting to get worried I'd have a full on accident in the rental car during the half hour drive from town to the cottage, so I put a towel down on the seat to at least catch some of it. Once we were out of town I felt free to squirm and plead with J to just let me empty my bladder in the car. She refused me permission but she did offer enticement: "I have to go really badly now too, so if you wait until we get back to the house I'll let you go in your pants and I'll pee on you too." That was enough to get me to stop begging, but it wasn't enough to keep my bladder leak-free. Several times my muscles tensed up like crazy and I felt piss spurt out into my pants no matter how hard I tried to stop it. Meanwhile, J, with her nurse's bladder, was showing zero outward signs of desperation, but she assured me she was very full. It was lucky she was the one driving. I felt my control slipping as we pulled into the driveway, and as soon as I got out of the car, I started to lose it. There was nothing I could do to hold it in, so in a last-ditch bid to save my boots I just squatted there in front of the little house in full view of the world, watering the grass through my pants. I sighed with relief and looked up at J apologetically. "Does this qualify as waiting until we get back?" In answer she took me inside the house, spread a towel on the floor, and gestured for me to lie down on it. I did as I was told, while she stripped off her pants. Straddling me, still in my wet clothes, she locked eyes with me and I felt her warm pee flood my pants. She wasn't lying—she had a whole lot of pee stored in there. I really have no idea how she does it. But she soaked my pants way more than I had myself, and the towel as well. Once that was done we made out for a while, and then got the rest of the way undressed and went to the bed. I still had to go pretty badly, somehow, and as we started fucking (she had brought along her restraints, so she was tied to the bed), I found myself spurting piss into the condom. I've never quite had that feeling before. I've done it a little bit, but this was definitely the most I've ever peed inside someone. I finished before her, so I pulled out and kneeled beside the bed, going down on her until she came. The condom looked like I'd had a massive load, when actually it was probably mostly pee. To top it off, I left the condom on while I went down on her, and started releasing my bladder freely until she came. She laughed out loud when I stood up and she saw the giant water balloon I was holding onto my dick. I ran to the shower to take it off, and then finally finished peeing in the tub. I went back to bed and we cuddled until we fell asleep. We didn't shower until morning. GOOD TIMES! Since then we've had wet sex again, and this time I finally got her desperate enough that it started to show. I'll talk about that soon. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this!
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  22. (I saw http://fluffy-omorashi.tumblr.com/post/177093841230/tremblingstockings-a-character-that-can-wield and thought "Hey, this needs writing.") This happened to me, more or less. The "feel very guilty" part is spot. There was a girl, Tara, who I was absolutely head-over-heels in love with. I knew she was way out of my league, but I couldn't help myself: she was funny, cute, shy, and was one of the few people who really got my jokes. Whenever we talked, I felt like we shared a connection, and I wished there was a non-creepy way of telling her just how much she meant to me. We were friends, of a sort, and I was scared she'd ostracise me from our little gang if I talked to her about it. (EDIT: Please don't send me messages that I was right or wrong; this isn't the forum to talk about these things. I'm a lot older now and she's married, so "just tell her!" isn't very useful advice.) I know, this doesn't match the post. Tara and I saw each other often: we had another two friends, Tom and Mike, who we often played board games with. We definitely talked, sometimes even one-on-one over chat, though she always seemed a little reluctant to meet with me one-on-one in real life. She was definitely fine with the four of us together. In fact, we were hanging out at Tom's house and playing boardgames when all this happened. That day we were playing Magic, and we were three games and five beers in. The third game had been close, and we were now having the usual post game "what-if" banter. Mike was defeated fairly early into the game and I managed to take the lead, but at the end Tara managed a beautiful combo that took out both me and Tom in one blow—I won't bore you with the technical details. What's relevant to the story is that Tom could have won, if Tara hadn't drawn just the right cards: he had a good hand, and wanted to show off what he could have done if he'd just have had one more turn. Tara, on the other hand, thought it wouldn't save him, and at best it would have ended with me winning. It was all in good fun, but they were both sure they were right and weren't going to back off. Maybe it was that Tara never held her pee for me. Okay, that sounds weird. I don't mean in the "ask my permission to go" sense, though she obviously never did that either. Just, whenever we played games, if she said she was going to go and I suggested that she wait until the end of the level, she always just went anyway. And I knew for sure she had to pee now: she complained about it during the game more than once. In hindsight, I should have seen her big sequence coming: she always got really focused on a game if she was about to do something complicated. "I really have to pee, so let's finish this quickly," were her first words on her last turn. Even if she hadn't announced it, I knew the tells: I could see her shifting on her chair, biting her lip, drumming with her fingers. She was bursting to pee, she'd said that she was in a hurry, and now she was talking to Tom. I panicked. She was doing something for him that she had never done for me, even though I asked for it and he didn't, and I was afraid there was some chemistry forming there. When she made a dick joke about one of his cards, was that just childish humour, or was she flirting? When he pointed out that killing him was a risk and they could have joined up and won together by killing me (house rule), was he suggesting something more? I honestly still don't know, but I decided that it would be better if she went to the bathroom. We weren't likely to play another game, maybe I could talk to her on the walk home... Being the nerd I am, I'd love to give a detailed explanation of how my powers work, but that's probably not what you're here for. Basically, I can focus on a person and their need to pee will get worse. It often goes in bursts: slowly getting worse at first, and then crossing some threshold and really taking a step up... but I'm going into exactly the details I promised to avoid. I focused on Tara. Nothing happened. Maybe that shouldn't have surprised me. She was already standing and leaning on the table, her legs crossed and her hips bobbing up and down in an obvious display of desperation. Maybe she took a breath that was a little more pained than it would otherwise be, or maybe it was my imagination. In any case, she kept talking, describing how she'd counter Tom's plan, just as focused on the argument as she had been before my push. Surely she can't hold it much longer, I thought, and I pushed again. And, well, I was right. She dropped the card she was holding, took a step from the table, grabbed herself with both hands, and started peeing. "Shit, shit, shit," was all she said as skirt, bright green, turned dark between her legs. She looked at me and I stared back, speechless, stared at her face, her crotch, her face again. It felt like it lasted for years, and every second was torture. It wasn't hot. It wasn't sexy. All I felt was disgust—at myself. "I'm sorry," she said when the stream ended. Her cheeks were wet. "It, uh, happens. You, uh, want to go shower?" said Tom, and then added to me and Mike, "Guys, let's call it a night?" We nodded, shuffled out avoiding the puddle. I could hear Tom telling Tara that he would clean it up, that it was really no problem, that his dog had done worse. She apologised, again and again, said she didn't know what happened, said that it was all so sudden. I wanted to admit it all then, but I couldn't, not with Tom there. Mike and I went home. "You didn't have to do that, you know," he said after we were away from Tom's house. My heart froze. How did he know? What could I say? Did he know about the other times? Those other girls hadn't wet themselves, or most hadn't, anyway. Did he have proof? "Do what?" I asked. "You didn't have to make it worse for her. That look of disgust on your face..." He trailed off, then gave me a sidewards glance and continued, "I mean, man, don't get me wrong, it was weird and gross and I don't know why she didn't, you know, just go. But we're friends. You could have just played it cool, there was no need to get high and mighty about it." We walked in silence for a bit. Was his version of the events even worse than the truth? I didn't know, and I didn't dare tell him. "I'm sorry, man," he said when we reached the place where our paths would diverge. "I just know she cares about what you think, and I know you didn't mean to hurt her, but... yeah. See you." We came together to play more board games two weeks later, but it wasn't the same. I had tried to apologise to Tara over chat, and she told me she didn't think my look was wrong and that I should just forget it. Neither of us could look the other in the eye that evening. Mike looked at me with pity. Only Tom was cheerful, in his usual 'not entirely socially aware' manner. He was really glad to have a girlfriend: after that shower, Tara had stayed the night.
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  23. Source: https://www.pixiv.net/fanbox/user/104409/entry/1080
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  24. It's the price of a coffee. Not exactly gonna bust the bank.
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  25. Serena was getting ready for her first day of school. She was a very pretty girl of average height, and had a slender build and long blonde hair. Serena was fourteen years old and was about to start her first day of grade nine at Jessica Jameson highschool. Serena was very excited about high school, but not for academic reasons. Serena never cared much for school. Instead, her interests lied with all the highschool parties she would finally gt to start attending. Shes was finally old enough to get to go to one and she couldn't wait. Serena lived with a girl named Emily. Emily was Serena's best friend since childhood. She was seventeen years old, and was starting her first day of grade twelve. She had beautiful long brown hair and is relatively tall for her age. Unlike Serena, Emily was very academic. She stayed away from drugs and other risky behaviour, and insted focused on her all A+ report cards. She tried to encourage Serena to do the same. The two had lived in the same neighboorhood since they were very young, which is where they met and became friends. They very recently also became house mates. Serena's parents had died in a car crash when she was a baby, so she went to go live with her grandmother. A couple months before her grade eignt year was over, Serena's grandmother also passed away. With nowhere to go, Emily's family invited Serena to come live with them, which Serena graciously accepted. Emily's parents were both in the military, so they spent a lot of time over seas. They had just been deployed this past summer, which meant that there was only Serena and Emily living in the house currently, which didn't bother them one bit. The two girls always though of each other as sisters, considering neither of them had any biological brothers and sisters. The two were really enjoying their time living together. Serena was walking about her room in her pink bra and panties, looking for the perfect thing to wear on her first day. She eventually settled on an orange tank top and short shorts. She grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Mornin' Em!" She said to Emily, who was already eating. "Hey Serena! You excited for your first day?" "I can't wait to get to go to highschool!" Serena yelled. "The cute boys, the parties.." "Hold on there." Emily interjected. "It's ok to have fun, but i don't want you getting into trouble. My parents are away and they trusted me to look after you." "I know i know." Serena Replied in an annoyed tone. "I won't do anything too bad." She Said as she rolled her eyes playfully. "That's a good girl" Emily replied as she patted Serena on her head. The two girls finished breakfast, then they walked to school together. School started out very boring for Srena. Her fist two periods were math and science, her least favorites subjects. Things didn't start to get interesting for her until lunch time. As she was crouching at her locker arranging how she would organise her books, she saw someone standing over her. He was a tall skinny boy with basketball shoes and sunglasses on. He also wore a whitetank top and sagging jeans. She got up to talk to him. "Umm, hello." Serena said sheepishly. "Hey i'm Danny. I've seen you around,and you're really pretty." Serena Blushed a little and smiled coyly. "Well anyway," Danny continued. "I'm having a party at my place this friday night. Kind of a start of school thing. Here's my address, hope you can make it." Danny handed Serena a small piece of paper and walked away. Serena couldn't believe what happened to her. She had just been invited to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. Danny was one of the most famous sophomores in the school, and he invited her to party. Of course Emily knew all about Danny and his parties and would never let her go. So Serena spent the second part of her school day thinking of excuses. When School ended, Serena immediately rushed home to tell Emily her fake excuse about the party. Serena arrived home first. Emily had stayed behind to chat with some friends, and arrived home a little while later. "Hey Serena, how was the first day of highschool? Teachers weren't to tough on your first day?" Emily said jokingly. "No they were ok." Serena replied. "Hey Em, is it alright if i go to a study group this friday night at the library with some friends?" "What time will you be out until, and who will you be with?" Emily asked. "Well, we plan on studying really hard, so like elevenish." Emily gave a concerned look. "Please Em, I'm grown up enough, after all i'm a highschooler now. And besides, Jamal will be there." Emily thought for a minute. "Well you are very trustworthy, and if Jamal is going then i guess it's fine." Jamal was a kid in Serena's grade she knew from middle school. He was very studious, responsible and hardworking. Emily often encouraged Serena to hang out with him, hoping some of his work ethic would rub off on her."Thanks Em! You're the best!" Serena cried as she hugged Emily. Friday night was finally here and Serena had just gotten dressed for the party. She wore her shortest pair of short shorts, and a low cut white tank top she borrowed from Emily. "That's what you're wearing to the libray?" Emily asked curiously. "Uhh yeah." Serena replied nervously. "Well i'd say you're a tad underdressed, but anyway have fun." Emily walked to the bus stop. She then bused towards Danny's house. He lived rather far from the school, so the trip was about an hour. When Serena Arrived she didn't know what to expect. No one greeted her at the door. She just walked in and heard loud music blearing. People were all over dancing, smoking, and what caught caught her immediate attention was the ammount of alcohol. Serena didn't recognise anyone so she just went to the table with beer. She started out drinking one. This was her first time drinking alcohol and she found the taste rather pleasant. When she finished the first beer she looked around to see a group of people she could talk to. Evryone seemed to be doing their thing and Serena was too shy to engage anyone. So she decide to have another beer. And then another... Until she had drank five whole cans. At this poinjt she was feeling very drunk. It felt like the room was spinning. She knew she made a mistake coming here. She decided to call Emily to pick her up, hoping she wouldn't be too mad. She dialed Emily's number and Emliy answered. "Hello." "Uhh, h-hey em. It's Serena." "Oh hey Serena, how's studying going?" "Umm, about that. I didn't go to the library. I went to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. I'm really drunk. Could you pick me up?" Emily became furious after hearing this. "Serena! I- i trusted you! Do you know how stupid this is!? Fine, i'll be there soon. Don't drink anything else." Serena was worried about what emily would do when she arrived, but she was relieved to be getting a ride home. After the phone call ended Serena noticed her bladder was rather full from all that alcohol. She went to the bathroom and saw a long que of girls fidgeting and waiting their turn to pee. (All the guys were just going in the backyard.) She got in line and waitied as frantic girls waited to go in, and came out looking all relieved. As Serena waited longer and longer she noticed her need to pee was rapidly increasing. By the time she got to the front of the line she was fidgeting a litte. As soon as the girl before her came out Serena was going to go in but suddenly someone grabbed her arm. Serena looked up, and there was a steaming mad Emily. All she said, in a grunting tone was "We're leaving!" "But Em, i need to pee..." "I said now." Serena knew she had better do what Emily said, so she went with her to her car. The car ride started out with a couple minutes of silence. Until Emily finally broke it. "What were you thinking? Do you know how dumn and dengerous parties like this are? There's drugs, and- and all sorts of nasty guys!" "But Emily I just wanted to have some fun." Serena replied like a little girl being scolded by her mother. "What hurts most about this is that you lied to me. That really wasn't very cool." The next few moments were silent until Serena's need to pee became urgent. "Umm Emily, i need to pee rediculously bad from all the beer, can you pull over somewhere?" Emily did a quick look around for an exit, but then a brilliant idea popped into her head. "Serena." She said in a devious tone. "You know that alcohol is diuretic, meaning it makes you really need to pee when you have it." "Oh i know it, believe me." Serena replied. "well, i thinks that since you went behind my back to go drink alcohol at a party, there's no better punishment than the natural punishment of beer on your bladder. In other words, i'm not gonna let you pee until we arrive home." "Y-you're kidding?" Serena asked in horror." "Nope." Emily replied with a slight smile on her face. Serena was absolutely bursting. She didn't know what to do. What could she do? She'd just have to hold it. Serena was shaking her legs and trying not to think about her bladder too much. She looked around to see how the traffic was. The streets were practically bumper to bumper goind towards their house. "How did you get here so quick?" Serena asked. "Well there was a hockey game tonight and these are all people coming back. The streets toward Danny's house were clear." "You knew the streets wuld be like this before my punishment, didn't you?" Serena asked sngrily. Emily just smiled again. Traffic was moving very slowly, and Serenas need to pee was rapidly increasinging. By now she was grabbing her crtch with both hands and moving around frantically in her seat. She really regretted wearing those tight little short short that were digging into her full bladder. Serena did all she could on the highway until they finally got to the exit that takes them to their house. Serena as relieved. They were out of the gridlock traffic, and would soon be home where she could relieve herself. A couple minutes later Serena notced the car stop. She looked up thinking she was finally home, but then realised that she was in a McDonalds parking lot. Her eyes lit up thinking that Emily had given in and would let her use the bathroom. "Finally a bathroom!" SHe cried in joy. "No." Emily replied sternly. "I'm going to get a coke. You stay here. Emily left and went in. Serena sat there grabbing her crotch. The little detour would cause her to have to wait a little longer. She sat there in agony holding herself, wondering if she'd make it. A few minutes later Emily returned holding two drinks. "I got you a large coke." "Uhh, thanks." Serena replied confused. "While i was in there i also took a leak. Boy did it feel good." Emily said mockingly, knowing it woul torture poor Serena. "Can we please go now?" Serena whined." "Not until you finish your drink. We're not moving an inch until you drink it all." Serena looked up with a look of sheer terror. She knew there was no point arguing so she began to chug. She chugged a big sip. Then another. She could feel the liquid making it's way ro her buldging bladder. It took her a couple minutes but she finally finished. "There, now can we go pa-lease?" Emily stated the car. Serena was at her limit squirming in her seat, holding back an occean of warm pee. A few minutes later they pulled into their house. As soon as the car stpped, Serena ran to the door, unlocked it and ran to the bathroom. Emily ran in after her, and just before Serena got in the bathroom, Emily grabbed her hand. "Hold on a second there." Em, please i'm about to piss myself!" Serena begged. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes" "You lied to me, and did a very stupid thing." "I'm sorry!" Serena was in a frantic pee pee dance as Emily blocked her door. Emily smiled a little. "You know it's funny, earlier this week you were talking about how grown up you were, but now you have trouble holding your pee like a litle girl." Just then, a spurt releas from Serena's Bladder. "Oh no!" Then another, and then she began a full power stream. It soaked through her panties and then formed a big wetspot on her shorts before running down her legs and forming a big puddle on the ground. Serena began sobbing. Emily felt really bad about what she did. "I'm so sorry Serena. I didn't know you had to go this urgently." Serena didn't say anything. "I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I was jut trying to punish you for going to that party. You know, it really hurt me that you lied to me, you're like my sister." "I'm really sorry i lied and went to party." The two girls hugged and made up. "Now." said Emily compassinately. "Let's get you cleaned up, and how about i make some popcorn and we have a movie night?" Serena nodded her head in agreement and smiled.
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  27. This is a desperation challenge I did a while back. Over several hours, I drank copious amount of tea. I got my urge to pee to about a 4/10. I needed to pee, but I was still comfortable. I sat down to watch a long, 4 hour movie. I used belts to tie my legs, spread open, to to the chair legs. I also strapped myself to the chair with my leather belt, right over my steadily filling bladder. My hands, I kept behind my back, the whole time. The challenge was to hold it for 4 hours without getting up or moving much. I spread towels on the floor to absorb a possible accident. The first hour went by okay, my need to pee had intensified somewhat, but I was able to hold it just fine. The movie kept my mind off things. Then, the urge escalated rapidly, and my bladder felt very tense. I noticed that I was squirming, and made myself sit still. 2.5 hours into the movie, my bladder was full to the brim, and the pressure from the belt was very uncomfortable. I wanted to pee so desperately at this point, and I couldn't even cross my legs, as they were tied to the chair. In 20 min, my bladder was bulging into the belt, and I felt on the verge of peeing myself. I struggled, on the edge of peeing my pants, for about 15 minutes. I fought the immense urge, but I was unable to hold back the leaking any longer. I tried to keep fighting it, but it was useless. My bladder spasmed, and I spurted uncontrollably in my pants. The spurting gave way to an urgent, hot stream of pent up urine. I was sitting, helplessly tied to a chair, and peeing uncontrollably. I peed all over the chair, and the towels were soaked too.
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  28. I believe it was me who posted that: Here it is: If anyone has found others, I'd love to see them.
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  29. Zone Pink

    sleep by the fire, it's very toasty!
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  30. Clean Slate

    Shadows can be very unpredictable. they glow with darkness in the brightest of light, yet they disappear out of sight when that darkness spreads. very few individuals can channel that mysterious power. go into the room of darkness to see if the shadows have chosen you
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  31. Perma Banned

    Given that his profile pic says "Perma banned" in big red letters, I would say yes, yes he is. Long story short, he got up to some creepy harassment and stalker behavior.
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  32. Agreed. I am into Omo and would certainly find it creepy.
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  34. Zone Pink

    Olivia sighed. “Emily, I don’t think this is going to work. The grass isn’t strong enough to hold the stone and wood together, and I can’t think of anything that could!” Olivia said. “But we need firewood! We can’t eat raw meat! We’ll get sick!” Emily said. “Maybe we shouldn’t cut down the tree. It might be wet or something, which wouldn’t make for good firewood.” Olivia said. “Olivia I’ve been here for a week and it hasn’t rained once! It’s dry!” Emily said. “Maybe we can just collect some t-twigs from the ground?” Olivia suggested. “Olivia! If I can’t even make an axe, how am I supposed to make a house!” Emily asked. “Maybe you shouldn’t make a house. Maybe that’s too much for one or two people to do. Maybe we can just live in these burnt houses forever.” Olivia said. Emily turned and punched the tree. “Rrrg! That doesn’t solve our food problem Olivia!” Emily shouted. “Whoa, Emily! Look!” Olivia said. She pointed at the tree. The bark was damaged where Emily hit. “Emily! Your punch damaged the tree!” Olivia said. “Do you realize what this means?!” Emily asked. “Yeah! You’re super strong!” Olivia said. “N-no, w-well maybe… but it means I can just punch the tree down!” Emily said. “Emily. You made a dent in the bark. You can’t punch a tree down. This isn’t a video ga…” Olivia said, but cut herself off. It was a video game. Was Emily seriously going to punch the tree down? Emily punched the tree as hard as she could. “AAAH!” She screamed as she pulled her hand back in pain. The tree’s bark was torn apart and broken where she punched it. “Olivia, I’m making progress, but I can’t keep punching this thing!” Emily cried out. Olivia picked up the sharp rock and wedged it into the tree. It cut into it. She kept doing this until it was pushed in as far as it would go. She then took it out and did it making two sets of perpendicular cuts. 8 cuts in total. “Olivia, that’s genius!” Emily said. She stepped back, and rammed her body into the tree, which made it topple over. The two girls looked at each other and smiled, then brought the tree back home. Olivia and Emily searched the pond for a larger rock, and they both took it home. They then used it to cut the tree into smaller sections. They threw some of the cuts into a pile, and then realized that they had no way to light the fire. “How are we gonna do this?” Olivia asked. “Do we have anything that could make sparks? We could probably burn some leaves or something and then use those to burn the wood and start a fire.” Emily suggested. “Metal makes sparks, right? Can I take the tin cans and bang them against each other until we get a fire going?” Olivia asked. “That doesn’t sound right, but I don’t know enough about metal to dispute it.” The girls grabbed two empty cans from the house and bashed them against each other. No sparks. “Olivia, there has to be some way to start a fire around here. I mean, how could the village have burnt down?” Emily asked. “I don’t know. How about we try the ol’ wood friction technique?” Olivia asked. “We can try that, but is that a real thing?” Emily asked. “Yeah, I think so.” Olivia replied, grabbing a stick. Olivia put the sick between her hands and spun it back and forth into another piece of wood as hard and as quickly as she could. When she got tired, Emily took over and got a fire started. They threw both pieces of wood into the pile, and got the fire started. They cooked and ate the wolf’s meat, which wasn’t very pleasant, but at least they had food. They had a few meaningless conversations while they ate, and had some fun, but then heard a crashing sound nearby. When they went to investigate, they noticed that one of the houses had collapsed. “E-Emily, th-that could’ve b-been our house.” Olivia said, terrified. “I-I know.” Emily replied. “Wh-where are we going to s-sleep tonight?” Olivia asked. They sleep by the fire and hope no animals attack them They sleep in their burnt house and hope it doesn’t collapse Do you have a better idea?
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  35. Leggings wetting.mp4 Sexy Xmas wetting.mp4 Wet Morning = Good Morning.mp4 Wet Dance = Sexy Dance.mp4
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  36. Your welcome. ? and ya I'll have to do one soon.
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  37. Oh my gosh! You really had to go haha
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  38. This girl I liked my first year of college. She liked me too I think. She had short black hair, cute face, skin that was white with just a hint of tan. She wore a black t-shirt and white short shorts that night with sneakers. We all sat at a table. All of the sudden, I feel something on my leg. At first I dismissed it. The girl looked at me quick and smiled. Then, I felt it again. Looked down and she kicked off her sneakers and socks, and rubbed her barefoot up my leg. Her toes tickled my skin and it made me shiver in excitement. Through the dinner she drank at least four glasses of water. Soon I noticed she was getting antsier. Squirmed in her seat as she held her chin up by one hand and the other on her crotch. Her feet and ankles crossed as her legs shook. After an hour of that she excused herself to the bathroom. It was down the hall and I saw her from the table. She knocked on the bathroom door. Occupied. She bounced here and there. I heard her knock again and ask, "Almost done? Kind of fighting a losing battle out here," in a strained voice. The bathroom had been unoccupied all night. I did NOT keep her from going, I even asked if she had to go. She denied for like an hour. She pushed her hands on her crotch and walked out of the hall and stared at the hutch trying to distract herself. Her tight short shorts around her round ass, legs tight. The bathroom door opened, but someone in the other room walked out and into the bathroom before her. She was like, "what the f--k!" Bouncing and losing control. Then, I saw her place a hand on her mouth as she turned red and a yellow puddle formed around her from the stream out of her short shorts. She was humiliated as all hell. Probably thought things with us were over. Boy was she happy when I said that only made her hotter lol
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  39. Piss explosion

    Very nice explosion! Thanks for sharing.
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  40. What a great sound when you let go, you must have really needed that pee. Love to see and hear a woman put out a really powerful stream, which it looks like you did.
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  41. hey rachel have you ever considered selling peeing videos too? if you could pee like the girls in these 2 videos or in a urinal, I would definitely consider buying.
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  42. Any kind of skirt. Whenever I put on a skirt, I get the desire to hold.
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  43. I think some kind of bondage situation is always popular as far as an omo fantasy. The other is the classic locked door scenario.
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  44. Great story and very descriptive writing. Thanks for sharing your experience. Might need to find an abandoned building myself now ;)
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    I only watched about 1/3 of this so far, but OMG if you like that desperate moment just as she loses control, and the accident, this is great. Because it only shows the last moment of desperation, there must be dozens of accidents, possibly a hundred, crammed into this one vid. A large variety of wettings, clothes, situations, etc. Lots of vocal panic as these girls realize all is lost. Many I have not seen before. Quality is nowhere near HD but I am guessing some of these pre-date modern web, might be rare. Thank you for uploading this! Thank heaven for the erotic imagination of the Japanese!
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  45. Version 1.0.0

    3,570 downloads

    Not really sure what section these would belong in. They're femdom style videos with girls telling you / teasing you to wet.
    Free
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  46. For anyone who wants an easy drawing; I want to see My Hero Academia's Toru Hagakure wetting her superhero costume. I can just imagine pee snaking down her invisible legs, her gloves getting soaked trying to stop the leaks...
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  47. Games Omorashi 87

    From the album: Games Omorashi

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