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  1. Welcome to Housemates Part 2. Part 1, "Road Trip," can be found here, and the first two seasons of the Meagan & Parker show are available for trade. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Trouble With Housemates “Okay, this is really weird,” Meagan said. “What is?” Parker asked. They’d just arrived back on campus and his mind was entirely on the next steps of unpacking and moving in. “They gave me a room and a key.” “Where?” “Franklin.” She looked at him. “But I asked to be off-campus…” “Hey, since I was about ready to smuggle you in: take it and run!” “But I can’t afford it, hon, you know that.” “Still. Take it and run. As far as we can go. Maybe they’ll wise up and kick you out, but for now? Just go with it. You were gonna be staying with me tonight anyway.” Meagan hesitated, fearful, the Ghost of Going Into Debt hovering behind her eyes—but then she said, “Well, I’m tired anyway, I’ll sort this out later.” They drove to Franklin House—a remarkably short trip after their long road journey, just out of the parking lot and across the busy street—and pulled up in the gravel driveway. Franklin House had a shabby grandeur to it, with two white pillars out front on the porch, but it had clearly been occupied by college kids for a long, long time. The side door was propped open, so they went in. The stairs ahead of them invited them up, but Meagan heard voices in the main room to the left, and went in search of people. Parker followed. The people she’d heard were Dacy and her friend/soon-to-be-roommate Zephyr, who were unpacking in the kitchen beyond the living room. Dacy squealed at the sight of Meagan and jumped up for a hug. This left Parker to say hi to Zephyr, who he’d met a few times before. She was just as petite as Dacy, except far more normally proportioned in the breast department, and pure brunette instead of blonde. But she had an adorably cute face and a perky smile—in some ways she was even more bubbly than Dacy. But she didn’t have the high-fashion streak that Dacy had, as Zephyr was wearing torn jeans and tie-dye. The two were quite a pair. The squeals of greeting brought another familiar face downstairs: Mitchell, Parker’s old roommate. Many hugs were exchanged, summers were summarized, and the conversation meandered for a minute before Meagan said, “So here’s something weird: they gave me a key to this place.” Dacy, Zephyr, and Mitchell all looked at Parker. “You didn’t tell her?” Dacy said. “All summer long?” Zephyr added. “Nice job, man. I was sure you were going to spoil it,” Mitchell said to Parker. “Tell me what?” Meagan demanded. “When Parker told us that you couldn’t afford to live in the dorm, because you were just a little short…” Dacy began. “Not having five thousand dollars isn’t ‘a little short.’” “Well, sure. But you were pretty close. So—” “We passed the hat!” Zephyr put in. “Each of us paid an extra three hundred bucks so you could live here,” Mitchell said. “What, all of you? All ten? But that’s only…” “Stop doing math in your head and listen!” Dacy chided. “The team put up another big chunk,” Parker said. “After that, you were less than a thousand short.” “So then we emailed some of your profs…” “Oh, my god,” Meagan said. “And when we counted everything up,” Mitchell finished, “We wound up with a couple hundred extra, so we had Ms. Bonham put that toward your tuition.” At this point Meagan was simply struck speechless. She had a hand over her mouth. “We were worried about getting Resident Life to go along with it, since you’d asked to be off-campus,” Dacy continued, “but it turns out they really hadn’t been happy about that, since your senior status helped get us Franklin in the first place…” “And Ms. Bonham told them it was legit not to ask you, since she’d been there when you decided, and knew you’d come back if you could…” “Ho. Lee. Fuck,” Meagan said. “You really did this?” She swung around on Parker. “And you knew?” “Yup.” “All summer?” “Pretty much.” “And you didn’t tell me?” “I wanted it to be a surprise.” “Plus we weren’t totally sure it would work, until Res Life finally signed off on it last week,” Mitchell added under his breath. “Oh, my god. Oh… I’m gonna cry…” Meagan tackled Dacy and Zephyr in the same hug, then moved on to Mitchell, and finally jumped Parker, kissing him with such fervor that Mitchell said, “Ewww, breeders! Get a room!” “Where is our room?” Meagan said, as she came up for air. “Up the stairs and turn left,” Mitchell said. “Dacy and I sorted out the room assignments so everyone can sleep with the person they want.” “With or without sex,” Dacy hastily qualified. “Without, in our case…” “Aw, darn!” Zephyr said. “Question: is there a bed big enough for two people in our room?” Meagan demanded. “You’ll need to shove two twin beds together, sorry.” “That’ll do.” Meagan turned to Parker. “Go find our sheets right now. Everyone else, I am so so so so grateful—not quite as grateful to have jaw-dropper sex with all of you, but… oh my god, you guys. You are the best!” Three weeks later… “Oh my god,” Meagan groaned as she collapsed onto the bed. “They are the worst.” “What now,” Parker mumbled. “Eleven people in this house,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Seven of them girls, plus one gay man. The bathroom competition is getting fierce. At our next meeting can we designate one bathroom the Primp Zone, so the rest of us get a chance to get a piss in edgewise? Seriously, kids, I gotta go to class.” “I wouldn’t peg most of you as mirror hogs,” Parker said. “Lucy and Cara are barn girls, you’re pretty casual, Zephyr’s a let-it-all-hang out type…” “We’re not hogs, no, but we’re still girls. We all still do our hair—and for Randy, that ’fro takes a lot of doin’. Dacy and Cara get dolled up when they want to. Oh, and you guys aren’t totally off the hook, y’know. Mitchell definitely takes his time. Trav takes a long time in the shower, too.” “Wait. When you said ‘get a piss in edgewise’… was that for your benefit or mine?” “My benefit, thank you for asking.” It had become their code. If Meagan announced a need to pee and said it was for her benefit, then that told Parker his job was to shut up and find her a toilet. If she said it was for his benefit, however, then he was free to enjoy it—and prolong it, if he wanted. “Sorry.” “Blehh. I’m just glad I’m good at holding it. And that you’ve given me so much practice. It’s Zephyr I feel bad for.” “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about her.” “And it’s also Zephyr who’s been pi—ticking me off the most!” Zephyr: “So hey, guys, since we’re all here, can I ask something?” “What’s on your mind, Zeph?” “Would people be okay with me going topless? I always go topless when I’m at home, and this house already feels a lot like home to me. Can I do that?” Dacy came out in strong support: “Oh, girl, I’m so jealous, I wish I could! Yeah, please do!” Randy: “Whatever floats your boat. Not my style, but I won’t stand in your way.” Mitchell, the token gay: “I’ve got no problem with it!” Parker, Travis, and Zach, the three straight guys, all living with their girlfriends: “Abstain…” Zephyr: “I have such a small bladder! I’ve always gotta go!” Zephyr: “Wheeeeee! I’m so drunk… can y’help me to the bathroom before I piss my panties?” Zephyr: *Whimpering as she runs up the stairs toward Parker, who’s just come out of his room—running up the stairs with a hand clamped over her crotch, her small breasts not bouncing but jiggling with every step she jumps, her face the picture of desperation and helplessness* “Okay, so I’m not even gonna ask if she’s turning you on,” Meagan said. “She’s got to be.” “Less than you might think,” Parker said. “She’s got that little-girl vibe going, which isn’t really all that sexy.” “Oh, come on, Parker! She’s running around with no shirt and no bra! One time she was just in her panties! I swear, next week I’m gonna get full-frontal or something from her. And half the time she’s got her hands down her pants because she’s running to the bathroom. You have got to be turned on by this, don’t lie to me.” “You know I can’t lie to you anyway, love,” Parker said, really not liking the way this conversation was going. “Then look me in the eye and tell me how you’re reacting to all this.” He thought about it. “Yeah, she’s turning me on. Not as much as you do. You’ve got such a different style.” “Thank you for that addition,” Meagan growled. “Hey! I’m telling you the truth, love. Yeah, she turns me on. You get me off. I’m not happy that she turns me on, I’m not proud of it—but I am absolutely sure that you’re the one I want, not her.” “I know,” Meagan groaned. “I know. It’s like Dacy and the t-shirt all over again.” “Which, incidentally…” “I know!” Parker spread his hands. “Seven girls in this house. Even when they’re not running around with no shirts on, they do go around without a lot of clothes sometimes. And they’ve all gotta pee sometimes. We just can’t help it.” “I know I know I know I know...” Meagan said. “Gah! It’s nobody’s fault, I’m just—frustrated.” “Me too. Do you want a back rub?” She gave him a look. “Is this a play to get my shirt off and get me lying on my belly when my bladder’s full?” “…It might not be.” “Dude, I am pretty tired of this. And I’ve got class in twenty minutes—” “Neck rub. Shirt stays on, you can stay sitting up.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s in it for you, then?” “I like rubbing my hands over your body. Regardless of level of clothing or fullness of bladder.” She smiled ruefully and shook her head—presumably at her own reaction, because she said, “Mmkay, I can work with that.” She sat on the floor so he could have the advantage of height. It was a very nice room they had. Large, high-ceilinged, with two big windows facing the front yard and the street beyond, but high enough up and set back (behind the porch roof) that it still felt fairly private. Here in early fall, when the days were still warm, they left the windows open and felt almost like they were living outside, it was so fresh and airy and open and sunlit, especially on mornings like this one. It could be a little loud from the traffic in the evening, but they were getting used to it as white noise. They’d decorated—well, mostly Meagan had decorated, though Parker had insisted on a poster or two. They’d shoved the two beds together and filled in the cracks creatively and now, for the first time in their whole relationship, they had a “bed” big enough for the both of them. They’d taken absolute advantage of that bed—eight or nine times, the first week. Even with their dead-sexy road trip, they still felt the need to make up for lost time over the summer. The one visit Meagan had managed to sneak from summer camp had been desperately needed, since they’d both been climbing the walls with horniness at that point, but the point was, it was the only sex they’d had over a seven-week period. Hence the gloriously sexy outburst of their road trip, and the delightful intimacy of sharing a room in a college house where everyone knew they were having sex and didn’t mind in the least. But they were finding that the house had its drawbacks. Maybe the worst problem with the house was that the walls and floors were not that soundproof. Even in the dorms, music from next door had often been a problem—that and the sounds of bouncing bedsprings, plus the occasional moan. Here in Franklin House, the walls and floor seemed paper-thin. Conversations could not only be occasionally overheard, but actually carried on from room to room. Plus Meagan and Parker’s room was on the second floor, which made it all the hotter in the late-summer heat, and the only way to cool off was to open the windows wide. At that point, they could hear every note and drumbeat of Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” playing in Mitchell’s room—not a song noted for being penetrating. So when doing some penetrating of their own, Meagan and Parker had to bite their tongues and muffle their cries and think twice about doing anything actually on the bed, to avoid tell-tale creaking. Playing music of their own barely helped. They could tell, because they sometimes hear Zach and Cara getting it on despite those two being on the ground floor and on the other side of the house. And of course Parker’s kink was a factor. On the one hand, it was harder to do much of anything in the house. It was hard to know if the house was ever empty, with so many people coming at odd hours and with so many doors in and out of the house. Sex in the shower would be understood and smiled at but would also be extremely detectable if anyone came by. So they hadn’t done anything kinky since the road trip. The nearest they’d gotten was Meagan getting him off after the waiting-in-line/peeing-outside incident at Travis’ party. On the other hand, Parker now had an unexpected spread of turn-ons… or, from another angle, temptations. The lines for the bathrooms had begun forming immediately. There were only three, one downstairs and two up. It was still not uncommon to see several people waiting in the hall, especially in the mornings—which meant seeing Dacy in her t-shirt, or Zephyr in just shorts, fidgeting restlessly as they waited for Mitchell or Miranda to get out of the shower. But if anything, the parties were the best and the worst. After all, Meagan and Parker had met in a Franklin House party bathroom line. Travis was their dominant partier, an expert in getting the fun times rolling and the beer flowing. It was only three weeks into the year, and they’d already had their first keggers, including the one for Travis’s birthday. On party days, the lines could get huge. “It’s just a crowded house,” Parker said, as he worked on Meagan’s shoulders. “No way around it.” “Yeah.” Meagan sighed and leaned back against him. “I’m sorry, love. I do trust you; it’s just…” “I know. And I’m sorry I’m stressing you out. I wish I could just ignore it, but I can’t. If I made a big deal out of looking away, Zephyr might feel uncomfortable. Or figure me out, even worse.” “I don’t blame you. Much, at least. I just think we’ve got to figure out a way for us to have some fun of our own. Get your mind back on me.” “We used to be good at this, back in the roommate days.” “I know! Well, it’s housemate days now. We can do this.—But not right now, sorry, not with class in ten minutes.” “We’ll think of something.” “We will. Just wish we could think of a way for me to use the bathroom right now.” “I could find something in the kitchen, maybe?” She smiled and kissed his knee (the most easily accessible part of him). “It’s not just the peeing. I wanted at least a minute with the mirror.” “Don’t we have a mirror in the closet?” “The mirror and my makeup, which I left in there.” “You don’t wear makeup.” She laughed. “Parker, almost every girl does. I don’t make a thing about it, but I do have some.” “I didn’t know.” “Yeah, well, like I said—I generally go for the natural look. But even ‘natural’ takes a little help sometimes.” “You don’t need to do that for me, you know.” “What, you like it when I’ve got a zit on my nose?” “I hadn’t noticed.” “That’s ‘cause I use concealer, doofus.” “No, like I hadn’t noticed this morning until you mentioned it. I mean, I see it now that you’ve told me about it…” “Really? You didn’t see it? It was the first thing I saw.” He shrugged. “You look great to me, love. You always do.” She chuckled. “Sorry, hon, but your judgment is just a little suspect right now on account of horniness.” She glanced at the clock. “Crap crap crap. I’ve gotta go—in more than one way. I’d better get moving so I can pee before class, makeup or no makeup. It’s Professor Stoltz, I can’t be late.” “So if it turns out that clock is a little slow and you don’t have time before class starts, you’ll have to hold it the whole hour?” She smiled, a little distracted, her mind already on the day ahead. “Go right ahead and imagine that if you want, hon, but I’ve got the time. See you at lunch?” “Sure.” They kissed and she headed out, leaving the door of their room open behind her. Parker went to the window to watch her go. She wasn’t showing much, but he could see a bit of the telltale stiffness of her stride as she walked toward the road. Then, of course, she had to wait for traffic to clear a bit—and then she had to sprint across… he took a moment to imagine what that might feel like on her bladder. As he lost sight of her through the leaves of the trees, a rapid tapping caught his attention. He turned around. Zephyr was in the hall, in nothing but shorts, knocking at the bathroom door. She was marching in place, her other hand hovering near the knot in her shorts’ drawstring. There was a faint look of panic in her eyes—and her nipples were hard. Parker quickly looked away before she saw him, and clenched his fists tightly. This could be a long year… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's a nice place to stop, isn't it? With signs of trouble on the horizon? Sorry that there's not a lot of fun stuff in this particular installment. Mostly I'm setting the scene, as you probably figured out, and advancing the plot a little. (Be on the lookout for foreshadowing, by the way.) But the fun starts ramping up next time, I promise. Once again, if you'd like to acquire Seasons 1 and 2 (with their bonus stories, never published on omo.org), PM me about a trade. I accept: stories, videos, and images you have permission to share original artwork (especially if it’s of Meagan) significant constructive feedback reviews (i.e., good publicity) asking nicely I worked hard on the bonus content and the formatting, so please please please, let's make a deal! I want these stories read!
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    It took me months to dig, cut, and compile in my spare time, but I'm happy it's finally done guys! This is a mega compilation of clips from over 40 superheroine JAVs, most found on this amazing blog and some found on other AV sites. I manually dug through the entire blog's clips to search for wetting scenes, before cutting them out and compiling them all here. The blog has such an amazing collection of superheroine JAV that I would easily have missed out some that had wetting scenes inside, so I apologize in advance if there are. Until now the blog is still being constantly updated so I'll occasionally check back for more. I also searched on other AV sites to add on to the collection by searching up popular series titles that contained wetting scenes more frequently. Alas, I believe there are still many many more out there I did not manage to procure. Most of the wetting occurs as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. I split the compilation into 3, each of them spans about 30-40 minutes long. The quality isn't amazing, so I apologize for that. At the very least it should still be perfectly watchable. There are title cards (pathetically made in WMM) before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video (either the wetting scene cut on its own or the full JAV), just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, which is all I could ask for, fret not because there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this mega compilation, because I felt that they truly deserved their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them 🙂 Lastly, shoutout to @DuffMan for making fall in love with superheroine videos, as well as all his Fear Wetting compilations. Hoping this can help contribute to his legacy.
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  3. November 29th! I'M 23 TODAY!
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  4. Two hour drive turned into TWO complete SOAKINGS!! After completely losing control at the rest stop in front of other people I got back into my car and right before going inside I lost it all over AGAIN! Looking at this picture you'd never believe I did this twice! I'm not even sure how I fit all that pee in my bladder! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
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  5. When I was younger I got into a habit when id wear tight pants that had a seam along my clit... I'd lay on my back with my legs in the air,bent, and would cross my arms in front of me using the inside of my wrist and other arm. I'd apply pressure over my clit with my wrist moving back and forth. Id do it to prevent myself from peeing or so I wouldn't have to get up while also stimulating myself. So then I'd hold it for long periods of time. Later in my teenage years I would play at night and try to figure out the best way to stimulate myself. Once I learned how to orgasm with my clit I would create so much stimulation that I ended up getting out an orgasm along with pee. I then began doing this over the toilet. I tried doing this practice with a high school boyfriend but he told me it was gross to never do it again. I started dating again I tried it and was told it was gross so if I did it I would do so to myself in the shower or bathroom. Trying to put that aspect out of my mind I met my boyfriend. When I started messaging him he admitted that he had a fettish. I was nervous having no idea what he would say or what my boundaries were after a divorce with a severely emotionally and mentally abusive sociopath. This new man in my life was terrified to tell me so scared that I wouldn't accept him for who he is. I was scared at first too performing my research and then opening up to him about my earlier wetting type experiences by myself. He told me how hot that was and returned my confidence little by little. Unfortunately in his past he was told he couldn't find anyone who would want him with his wetting fettish or ever meet someone who would have a family with him etc. Both of us cheated on while emotionally abused by our ex's we became exactly what each other needed. The more he opened up the more he made me confident he opened up the door to a whole new world of orgasms and sexual variety. Wetting for him videoing for him building up his confidence becoming obsessed with my own warmth in tight jeans asking him to shower me with his pee because I enjoy feeling both our warmth. Cumming like I never have before in a love and passion you only find in fairy tales. Never would I imagine that sexual antics, variety of love making and other activities would ever feel like this. To go from the person who almost dreaded sex making a list in my head of shit I wanted to do or other things to being so completely captivated by this man. I'm so in love with this man words couldn't ever do it justice. It's not just the fettish it's the love it's the emotional ties learning new things and putting away all mental interruptions. Just simply focusing on what you feel with your person and not giving a damn about anything else. I pray everyone can find their person like I have! He's the reason I'm obsessed with wetting, feeling the warmth of either one of us, getting turned on by seeing my own glistening pants let alone the surprise of him randomly losing control for me or spontaneous golden showers. I hope you guys aren't turned off by my disclosure just thought id be open and raw with my followers who have been so gracious to me! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
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  6. That two hr drive was waayyy too long!!! With no where to pee on the turnpike I had to hold it as long as humanly possible. Finally I got off an exit making it to the rest stop. I became so desperate to pee I could barely make it out of my car before I lost my warm pee soaking my panties pussy thighs creating a puddle in both boots. In response my body relaxed so much once after the control was lost and I just couldn't stop the stream. It felt so orgasmic to let the warmth spread across my body that I didn't even notice how many people were around! I drenched my jeans it's crazy to think I still couldn't make it home before losing it again! You aren't going to want to miss this one! I get wet now every time I rewatch it all. I cum thinking about how amazing that warmth felt spreading across my pussy and watching it glisten as it streams down my legs.
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  7. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bf1593ea47a7 Now this video caught my eye and my purple heart... A teen girl holds her pee in her ripped jeans, leaks twice (with a beautiful pee dance), gets kinda interrupted by someone calling her name I guess, and finishes wetting afterwards. That leaks with pee dancing just make the video amazing for me. That's the exact kind of omorashi I love to watch Edit: It was added a week ago, according to Pornhub Pee in Tight Jeans when Family at Home! - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  8. Hi. I just wanted to share this link I found on Twitter. There are loads of clips of this beautiful girl wetting herself, it's absolutely adorable! https://twitter.com/Ms9Gi Here's my new twitter. Followers welcomed! https://twitter.com/for_pee
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  9. Sorry for the lack of activity, my computer is damaged so that's why I've been inactive, fortunately I downloaded this app called Medibang so I'm drawing some stuff there, this is a little preview ?
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  10. I did a little experiment with this one, the background is made with color pencils and chalk and the rest in computer. Another thing: I don't tend to put flush into the bladder area itself, I am yet to find proof that by merely holding it you could stretch your skin so much it begins to get red. I however did it here because, an area of the body with so much liquid must be colder than the rest in this situation, for the same reason I also put flush in the area that is in contact with the snow. Alternate version without snow and leaf shadow layers
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  11. Based on a prompt by @TheMaskedVoid. I want to share a funny, embarrassing, but strangely pleasurable experience I had a couple years ago. It was Thanksgiving, so a lot of relatives were in town. My mom's brother and his wife stayed at our house for two nights. It wouldn't normally be unusual or uncomfortable for me, but a lot had happened in my uncle's life since he was here last. He had a new wife and a teenage step-daughter. This girl—let's call her Jill—was in the same grade as me, and as good-looking as any girl I'd noticed at school. She was a strawberry blonde a head or so taller than me with a very developed feminine figure. Thanks to the ridiculously warm weather we were having that fall she was disturbingly underdressed the first time I saw her. She was wearing tight jean-shorts and a blouse made of material so thin it might as well have been tissue paper. My family always hugs when we see each other, but the hug from Jill almost gave me a heart attack. Now, it was normally a little bit awkward to have a female cousin staying in the bedroom next to me, using the same bathroom as me, walking by my door at night half-dressed etc. This time it was someone I didn't really know who wasn't really related to me. I knew I was gonna be on edge the whole time this girl was in my home. I'll cut straight to the most awkward part. It was the wee hours of the night after Thanksgiving. Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I laid there a while trying to get back to sleep and inevitably thinking about the nubile young woman sleeping on the other side of my wall. Much to my surprise I heard her whispering at my door. "Are you awake?" Jill asked. My heartbeat sped up and my nerves all went on alert. Why was she talking to me? "Yes," I meekly squeaked. "Can I come in?" she asked. After wrestling with my fight-or-flight instincts I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. As I was making myself decent, she said, "I need you to help me with something." My heart pounded faster, my nerves stretched tighter, and I started to feel light-headed. "Yes," I faintly croaked between shallow breaths. "You can come in," I timidly added when it seemed like she hadn't heard me. I was worried she'd be wearing something seductive, or nothing at all. When she stepped into my room I saw it was the polar opposite. She had on loose-fitting pink one-piece pyjamas—the kind with attached socks on the feet and a zipper down the back. It was an odd choice of sleepwear for a young woman of her age, but I was thankful for the utter unsexiness. My nerves and pulse were just starting to settle down when she told me why she was in my bedroom. "I need you to unzip me," she said. Noticing I was at the brink of heart failure, she cleared up what she meant a moment later. "My zipper's stuck. I can't get it to go down. I need another set of hands." She was talking quickly and nervously, and I guessed she felt at least some fraction as uncomfortable as me. The situation wasn't as serious as I'd thought, but it was still amazingly awkward. "Wouldn't your mom be better at this?" I asked. "She's asleep." "Or my mom? Or your dad?" "Everybody's asleep but us." "Then why don't you go back to sleep and worry about it in the morning?" "I gotta go to the bathroom," she explained. I was starting to see why she looked so nervous. "Like, really, really bad," she added a moment later. "Let's take a look at that zipper," I said when it seemed I had no other choice. My hands were shaking. My brain couldn't block out the knowledge that there was a shapely naked female torso under that zipper. Even just seeing her shoulder blades made me sweat. I'd be seeing a lot more if I succeeded in unzipped her. If I unzipped her too far I could be seeing a lawsuit. Jill was nervous too. She kept fidgeting around, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and even jerking away sometimes when she felt my hands touching her. The zipper had grabbed a mouthful of fabric off her pyjamas. After messing with it a few minutes I freed the fabric, but something was still wrong. The zipper didn't want to move up or down. Each time it went a little way the track it would stop again. I wasn't making any headway. "Hurry up!" Jill whisper-yelled impatiently. "It's an emergency!" After hearing that I gave the zipper the hardest yank I could. The tab came right off and flew into my closet. "What just happened?" Jill asked. "I jerked it too hard and now I can't use my hands on it," I said. I cringed when I realized how that sounded. "The little tab thingy that you pull on came off. Now I can't get a grip on the zipper." "Well do something," Jill said, squirming urgently. I ran to my desk and got a pair of scissors out of a drawer. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" "It's an emergency isn't it?" "I don't wanna ruin my PJs!" "They're gonna..." I started to say before shutting my mouth. I had the sense to stop myself before telling her she'd ruin her pyjamas if she had an accident in them. "I'll get the pliers," I said once I'd reconsidered. I left my room and headed to the kitchen where I'd remembered seeing needle-nose pliers in a drawer. I tried to move fast 'cause Jill's issue was urgent. I also tried to move quietly 'cause everyone else was asleep. I ended up moving pretty slow. I opened every drawer in the kitchen, but failed to find a single pair of piers. I wound up getting a pair of forceps from my dad's fishing vest. When I got back to my room Jill was in really bad shape. She was sitting backwards on my desk chair with one of her feet under her. I never saw anyone sit like that, but I guess it was helping her keep her contents inside. She wasn't sitting still though. She was squirming worse than before. She was also sweating very noticeably. "I thought you were never gonna come back," she said when I walked in the room. She didn't sound like she was yelling at me this time. She had a very worried look in her eyes, and was obviously glad to see me. I got the forceps into the hole where the tab used to be, but it was hard to get the leverage I needed to move the zipper up or down. I thought it might go better if I wasn't crouching like this. "Can you stand up?" I asked. When Jill got out of the chair she suddenly gasped in panic and grabbed the seat—not the crotch—of her pyjamas. An instant later I heard a noise I never though I'd hear from a girl's tush. All this time I was assuming she had to pee, but she actually had to poop. I thought about all that Thanksgiving dinner coming down the pipeline. Things could get really messy if I didn't unzip that zipper. I fiddled around with the forceps 'til the zipper started moving. I got it to go all the way up to her neck, but when I tried to move it down it wouldn't budge at all. I was back where I started. "Get going!" Jill shouted mutedly. "Get it back down already! This is really an emergency!" "I can't," I replied. "I'm doing the best I can." I was pulling harder and faster now, but all that did was make the forceps slip out of the hole in the zipper and make me almost fall on the floor. "It's a really, really serious emergency!" she said as if I didn't know already. "Are you sure you don't wanna just cut it off?" "I'm not gonna wreck my PJs! I looked everywhere before I found a pair like this!" "That's 'cause you're the only girl over the age of 7 who wants to dress this way," I thought, but didn't say out loud. Now Jill was shaking worse than ever, she sounded like she was hyperventilating, her face was red as a beet, and there were tear-drops as well as sweat-drops streaming down. I kept missing the hole when I tried to grip the zipper with the forceps. "It's too late!" she eventually announced. "Back off! I'm just gonna get it over with!" I backed up 'til I was sitting on my bed. The gentlemanly thing to do would've been to look away at her time of bodily function-induced humiliation, but I was too stunned to think of that. I sat there stupidly with wide open eyes and probably open mouth too. Jill sprouted a tail. It must've been a foot long by the time it finished growing. Then it broke and she had something the size and shape of a banana resting in the crotch of her pyjamas. Nothing much happened in the next few minutes. I sat motionless while she stood motionless. Her breathing got slower and quieter 'til it was almost normal. My body also came down from red alert. "At least it's hard," I said, breaking the silence to put my foot in my mouth. Jill gave me a look, and I tried to explain myself. "I mean, your poo won't leave a stain," I said, putting my other foot in my mouth. She continued looking at me, and she continued not saying anything, and I continued trying to save face. "I mean, I wasn't looking, but I noticed you did a solid poo," I said. I'd now done the impossible—I'd put a third foot in my mouth. Jill ended up not responding to any of the dumb things I said. "I needed that," she sighed. "Now it's not an emergency anymore. Like, we can take it slow." Without our shaking and our frantic thinking the zipper problem wasn't that hard to solve. I managed to find the tab, fit it back where it went, and bend the metal so it wouldn't come off again. With a little squirt of cooking spray the zipper moved along the tracks pretty good. I unzipped the pyjamas halfway down Jill's back and trusted her to do the rest. She was finally ready for the bathroom. Through the thin wall I could hear the splash of her disposing of her accident and the plops and sprinkles of her taking care of the rest of her business. She stopped by my room once more before she went to bed. She still looked like she'd been through a disaster, but she was smiling, and her messed-up looks just made her smile seem sweeter. "Thanks for your help. My PJs are gonna be just fine. Like, there's only an itty-bitty stain nobody's ever gonna notice. Sorry you had to see that...and smell that." "It's no biggie," I said. The grossness was actually nothing compared to the stress of the whole experience. "This'll be our little secret, okay?" I wish I'd thought of something clever or flirtatious to say then, but all I managed was, "Uh-huh." Then we both went to bed, although I spent a lot of time laying awake thinking about the strange events that had just taken place. Even though that night was the most awkward experience imaginable it made things a lot less awkward between me and Jill. We have a sort of a comfortable closeness now. Not like family, though. I don't think about family the way I think about her.
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  12. This got 9 upvotes? With almost no omo content, just character-building and plot exposition? Y'all are generous. Thank you. I hope your patience will be rewarded with a sexier story soon.
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  13. Thanks for your effort! You are awesome!
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  14. Omovember Day 21

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    21. Wetting a swimsuit Huh, did the water sudden get warmer? Maybe someone got lazy and went potty in the water~ ;3 Also I really like one-piece swimsuits a lot >w>;
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  15. Disclaimer/Foreword: First of all, this is as much about lesbian sex as it is omorashi, so if that's not your thing you've been warned. Secondly, I finally got a second story out, though it's been a while since my first one. This one takes place in the same universe as the last, though for future stories I'm planning on branching out. It actually turned out a lot longer than I expected and takes a little while to get rolling, but I think the build up is worth it. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the last! The Raider Nora awoke to a throbbing pain in her head. As she slowly regained consciousness, she felt bounds holding her arms and legs, her back up against a cold wall. The moonlight streaming through a single window was the sole source of light in the room. The only furniture she could make out was a bed next to a small table, plus some pre-war junk scattered about. A tough-looking metal door marked the only way in or out (Though escaping out the window was an option she would keep in mind). Nora had been stripped of all her equipment, tied to the wall completely naked. As her initial disorientation began to fade, Nora was soon able to piece together how she ended up tied to a wall. ---- Nora had just arrived at the Federal Ration Stockpile. The minutemen had tasked her with taking out the raider gang who lived there, as they had been causing trouble for some of the local settlements. Fortunately for her, the base consisted of several closely packed buildings and shacks, which suited her preferred method of stealth quite perfectly. Nora had plenty of experience taking out raiders, so she figured this mission would be pretty routine for her. This seemed to hold true as Nora began picking off raiders one by one, without anyone even noticing her presence yet. Before she knew it, Nora had swiftly taken out about half the camp without even being seen. At that point, the raiders had finally started to get suspicious, but Nora’s agility and advanced gear helped her stay hidden as she worked her way through the camp. Hidden in the shadows, she aimed down the sights of her gun to take out another lone raider. But before she could pull the trigger, a blunt object collided with the back of her head. “Got ‘er,” was the last thing she heard before losing consciousness: the voice of a female raider, tough, but somehow strangely feminine at the same time. ---- Nora had been surprised by that; raiders were never the sneaky type, being constantly drugged up on psycho and all that. That worried Nora. Whoever she was, this raider was smart, which was going to make her escape even more challenging. It was at this point that Nora’s senses began to fully come back to her. Her eyes had adjusted to the light, and she could now see several Nuka Cola bottles on the table next to the bed. She began to fully feel the burning in her wrists and ankles where she was tied up, and the dull pain in her head where she had been struck. But she soon became aware of another uncomfortable sensation, this one originating from her lower abdomen. She didn’t know long she had been out, but it must have been enough time for her bladder to fill. It wasn’t quite urgent yet, but Nora worried that it may be a while before she found a way out of her predicament. -- About an hour had passed. Now Nora had to go, and she could feel that it wouldn’t be long before she had no choice in the matter. The cold air against her bare skin and the bonds holding her legs apart definitely didn’t help the situation either. She had considered letting go right in place (she was naked, after all), but then again, she didn’t want some raider to walk in to see her with a puddle of urine beneath her feet. She couldn’t appear weak in front of raiders, for fear that they might decide she wasn’t worth keeping alive. But before she could consider the matter any further, the metal door creaked open and a female raider made her way into the room, closing the door behind her. She wasn’t particularly tall, like many of the girls who made their way into raider gangs, but her physique made it clear that she could stand up to even the toughest raiders. At first glance she looked like a typical raider, her skin marked by dirt, scars, and filth. But underneath all the grime, something about her caught Nora’s eye. She had this long, flowing dark hair which, for a raider, was extremely well kept. And her green eyes really caught Nora’s attention. Nora didn’t even realize she was staring until the raider girl looked up at her to speak. “Look who finally woke up,” she said, almost teasingly. Nora instantly recognized that voice. The same one she heard after getting knocked in the head: tough, yet distinctly feminine. The raider’s eyes examined Nora, apparently sizing her up. Nora couldn’t help but feel a little turned on as the raider’s eyes slowly scanned over her body, lingering as they passed over her breasts and her thighs. Surviving in the harsh wasteland had trained Nora’s body into very good shape, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to draw the attention of men (and sometimes women too) during her travels. The enduring pressure near her crotch only intensified Nora’s arousal. But a loud bang from the other side of the door interrupted Nora’s thoughts, almost causing her to lose a spurt of pee. The noise snapped Nora out of her arousal, and she scolded herself for getting distracted by sex instead of figuring out a way to escape. Focused on her situation again, Nora glanced nervously at the door, half worried that another surprise would make her pee, half worried at the prospect of other, more vicious raiders blocking her escape. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about them. They do what I say,” The girl said matter-of-factly. “I told them not to touch you. You’re lucky though. They would have raped you and burned you to death with a flamer. Not necessarily in that order.” The indifference with she said these words made it clear to Nora that this was an all too common sight. This was one twisted girl. But Nora hadn’t even seen the half of it yet. “But I just couldn’t let them do that to you,” the raider girl continued, a hint of a smirk on her face. “You’re much too pretty for that,” At those surprisingly soft words, Nora’s arousal rushed back to the forefront of her mind, nearly disrupting her concentration on holding the liquid trapped inside of her. She felt a definite wetness between her thighs, though she couldn’t say for certain if it was just leakage from her bladder. While Nora was distracted by her bladder again, the raider girl had approached her. They were now standing close enough that Nora’s bare breasts were almost touching the chestplate of the girl’s raider armor. Staring into those gorgeous eyes, goaded on by the pressure in her crotch, Nora couldn’t decide which her body wanted more: to pee, or to be touched by this beautiful raider girl. But the decision was made for her, as the raider girl suddenly brought her mouth down to one of Nora’s exposed nipples. Nora let out a quick gasp, forgetting about her bladder long enough to let a long spurt out onto the raider’s leg. Nora panicked, worrying that this would anger her captor. But surprisingly, the raider seemed unsurprised by Nora’s minor accident. “I figured you’d have to go by now,” she remarked, stepping back to examine the urine along her thigh. “How bad is it?” “I … can’t hold it much longer” Nora confessed. Normally she wouldn’t have shown so much weakness in front of an enemy like that, but Nora was desperate for anything. Even a bucket would be better than nothing. “Aww, how cute,” the raider girl chuckled, glancing down at Nora’s legs, which were obviously pressed together as much as the bonds would allow. This was one twisted girl, Nora thought again. “Maybe this’ll help,” the raider smirked, revealing a knife concealed in her armor. Panicking, Nora leaked even more, which only elicited another smile from the girl. She prepared for the worst, forcing her eyes shut as the raider crouched down and laid her off-hand into Nora’s left thigh. But instead of harming her, the raider girl gently sliced through the ropes restraining that ankle. And then the other ankle. Then both arms as well. This could have been Nora’s chance to escape. Now unbound, she was well trained in close combat and likely could have easily disarmed the raider and stolen her knife. But Nora’s desperation and arousal had left her helpless. As soon as she was freed, she collapsed to the floor, thighs forced together, shoving both hands into her crotch to relieve as much pressure as possible. She should have been scared, left completely vulnerable in front of an enemy like that. But this raider, who could have just as easily killed or tortured Nora, had freed her instead. True to this, the raider ran a soft hand through Nora’s hair, their eyes locked together. “I don’t think I ever got your name,” the raider said. “N-Nora,” she stammered back, caught off guard by the strangely intimate question. “How cute. Never really had a real name, but most of the boys call me Red.” The hands now in her crotch helped a little, but still, it wasn’t going to be long before Nora was pissing uncontrollably over the concrete floor she was now kneeling on. “I…still have to go,” Nora reminded the raider, though that was a bit of an understatement. “I think you can wait a little bit longer, can’t you? We still have some things to take care of first.” Nora could only squirm nervously in response before Red pulled in close again. Before Nora knew what was happening, she felt her legs pushed apart and her own hands forced away, as two fingers deftly slid inside of her, expertly rubbing in all the right spots. The combination of pleasure and the powerful urgency from her bladder was sending Nora to an amazing high. But the feeling was just too much to handle, and her control began to fade as occasional spurts began to wet Red’s hand with urine. Nora could only take so much though. Her spread legs and the repetitive motion in her crotch area had quickly taken their toll. Nora couldn’t take it any longer. She began to pee, first onto the ground below her, then into the air as she collapsed onto her back. Nora moaned as she finally let go of all the tension in her bladder, her stream arching into the air. She felt Red staring intensely as her growing puddle seeped under her thighs and ass, though Nora could really care less at this point. Nora finally felt the overwhelming feeling of relief seep through her, her bladder muscles getting a much-needed break. But the feeling didn’t last for long as now her mind was freed to think about all the things she was about to do to the girl in front of her. Right on cue, Red, looking hornier than ever, gently grabbed Nora by the waist and pulled them both into a standing position. Nora helped Red quickly strip all her armor off, leaving them both completely naked. With a clear impatience, Red led Nora over to the nearby bed, essentially tackling her onto it. It wasn’t long before Nora felt those fingers inside of her again and a tongue on her breast, as well as Red’s obviously wet snatch grinding up and down her thigh. In the state they were both in, it didn’t take them long to peak. Nora felt Red’s grinding speed up, then eventually shudder, gripping Nora hard as she came loudly. The sound of Red’s screams pushed Nora to the edge as she moaned uncontrollably, riding the waves of ecstasy into oblivion. ---- Nora woke up, slightly disoriented, to sunlight streaming onto her face through the window. She felt a warm body next to her, arms and legs entangled with hers. Remembering the events of the previous day, her senses kicked back in. This was her chance to escape. Nora quickly scanned the room, careful to not wake up Red, still asleep next to her. Her bladder soon reminded her she needed her morning pee, but that was going to have to wait for now. Nora spotted Red’s knife lying on the table within reach. She carefully reached out for it, making sure to not wake the girl lying next to her. No matter how well the raider had pleasured her last night, this was just business. Nora brought the knife up to the throat of her adversary, ready to slit it open with a single swipe. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t get herself to kill the girl who, in a convoluted sort of way, had saved her life. The girl who had decided to spare her from the slow, painful death the other raiders would have subjected her to. Nora hesitated for a second as a single drop of blood glistened on the knife tip. Red’s eyes snapped open. Nora froze in panic as the raider grabbed the back of Nora’s head and … pulled her in for a kiss. The knife slipped out of Nora’s hands as Red stared into Nora’s eyes with that sexy, self-satisfied smirk on her face. Nora silently wondered if Red used this same sexual manipulation to keep the rest of her raider gang under control. It was clear that it was something she was quite skilled at. “So, I’m guessing you want your shit back?” The sudden question surprised Nora. The tone of Red’s voice had changed slightly as well, with an edge that made her sound more like a typical raider. Nora wasn’t expecting to just be handed all her gear back. She thought she’d have to fight for it. “I mean, you want to leave, right? You’d get fucked in 2 seconds going back out into the wastes naked like that… Maybe in more ways than one,” Red quipped. Nora was shocked. She was just being let free! Of course, it wasn’t way out of line with how the raider had treated her previously, but this was more than she had hoped. “Still don’t understand why you’d be dragging around some of that junk though. But-- ” Red then hesitated, as if she had just noticed something. “But… I have to take care of something first, though.” Rummaging under the bed, Red pulled ducked down and reappeared with a metal bucket in one hand. Before Nora could figure out what was happening, Red squatted down in full view of Nora and began peeing full force into the bucket. Red let out a sigh of relief as she emptied the contents of her bladder built up from the night before. This only reminded Nora of her own bladder, which was not used to skipping her first-thing-in-the-morning bathroom trip. “Much easier than going out there and dealing with those shitheads,” Red explained, referring to the other raiders outside. “I’m guessing you have to go too?” “I think I’m… fine for now,” Nora replied, still quite wary of the situation and not wanting to put herself in a vulnerable position. Her answer was far from the truth, however. Seeing Red’s relief had Nora fantasizing about how good it would feel to pee right now. And it didn’t help that her bladder was still weak from all the holding she had done last night. “Suit yourself,” Red shrugged, carelessly discarding her urine out the open window. “I could tell from last night you can hold a lot, but not needing a morning piss is pretty damn impressive. Now let’s take care of your stuff.” Red again reached underneath the bed. This time, she began clicking in the combination for a safe, one that Nora had failed to notice in the dim light last night. Soon, all her gear was laid out on the floor in front of her. Everything was accounted for, from her vault jumpsuit to her highly modified pipe rifle. She began collecting up her stuff and slipped on her neon blue vault jumpsuit once again. The suit was quite tight however, and the additional pressure it put on her bladder had Nora shifting in place while she picked up the last few pieces of her gear. Noticing this, Red asked, “You sure you don’t gotta pee?” At this point, Nora figured there was no way she could hold it all the way back to Sanctuary. And making a pit stop in the wasteland isn’t the safest thing ever, so she gave in. She might as well make the most of the opportunity she had now. Anticipating her response, Red had already picked up the bucket and handed it to Nora, who wasted little time. Her bladder had already started leaking in anticipation as Nora unzipped her jumpsuit. As soon as her clothes were out of the way though, the floodgates opened completely. Nora pressed one hand to the floor as she completely lost control into the bucket, the sound of urine colliding with metal filling the room. As her stream slowed down, Nora let out a long breath as the tension in her bladder dissipated. Nora could finally relax as she felt free from her bladder for only the second time in the last 12 hours. “Guess that’s your escape then,” Red said, gesturing at the open window. Nora nodded and approached the window, still bewildered at how the last day had turned out. She gathered herself up to leave, but just before she could hoist herself out the window, Red took her hand from behind. “So… you’ll come back sometime?” Red inquired, gazing into Nora’s eyes. Nora swore she heard just a hint of pleading, of loneliness, behind all of Red’s charm and toughness, but it might have just been her imagination. That was a crazy idea anyway, venturing back into a raider den, but Nora at least had to thank the girl for keeping the more vicious raiders off her. “I…appreciate what you did for me. Keeping the rest of those guys away from me. Probably… saved my life.” It felt awkward and a little forced, but Nora couldn’t think of anything else to say. And with that, she turned away and slipped back into the wasteland, back towards Sanctuary, back towards home. To be continued....? As always, your comments and feedback are appreciated.
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    The title tells most of the story. Enjoy Rach
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  17. Today on my lunch break, I greatly enjoyed reading this NYT article. It's a bit hard to describe (the title of this thread is really bad and also the best I could do) but it's investigative journalism into this truly bizarre and surreal business empire centered around a bible school. The author never quite figures out how it works as a whole, but it seems to be a money-laundering/scam-adjacent scheme where they own hundreds of Amazon stores and websites that sell ordinary stuff at jacked-up prices. I'd definitely recommend reading it. But I was really surprised to see well-known purveyor of ABDL diapers Rearz come into the story. Here's the relevant bit of the article, in case it doesn't sound interesting to you: "In another legal dispute, from February of this year, Adult Printed Diapers LLC sued Faithfulness LLC, another one of Mr. Park’s companies, for selling “Aww So Cute” diapers, which are an Adult Printed Diapers trademark. It’s not clear where Faithfulness LLC got the Adult Printed Diapers diapers, but the lawsuit alleges that Faithfulness LLC’s co-defendant in the lawsuit, Rearz, Inc., made an unauthorized purchase of diaper inventory directly from Adult Printed Diapers’ supplier in Shandong, China." The article also links to the actual court filing of said lawsuit. It says that Rearz sneakily bought Aww So Cute diapers direct from APD's manufacturer in China, then sold them in "mystery boxes". Possibly, they also sold the remaining stock to one of the many tendrils of the Park conglomerate (although the lawsuit doesn't allege this part, it just says that the Park company and some other defendants somehow got Aww So Cute diapers and sold them). Shady dealings in the ABDL diaper world. Who knew?
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  18. One time I had to have some tests done including a scan of my womb as I was having some pain and the doctor was concerned I had cysts in my ovaries. The scan is the same one you need in the early months of pregnancy and involves drinking plenty water and having a cold cream on your bladder and a scanner pressed over it. Having spent years enjoying holding a full bladder I was not overly worried about myself but I was secretly looking forward to the fact all the others waiting would also have full bladders too. It really is a shame not many men require scan like this! I arrived not even needing to pee but having had most of the recommended water intake. I guess my bladder was bigger than most or I was just distracted by other things. Either way I was pretty comfortable. I found where to go and had a seat. It was very obvious who else was there for the same scan as they all clearly had to go way worse than me. There were three females, two of whom where accompanied by male partners. The first one had her legs crossed and was bouncing her top leg a lot. The second lady had her coat over her legs and was looking quite restless and the third taller lady was pacing the waiting room. I was there at the time I had been told and wondered how long these other ladies had been waiting. What made things much more interesting was that in the waiting room itself there was a toilet in the far corner and the door had been wedged wide open so the toilet pan was clearly visible like some sort of Chinese torture for these poor woman. The tall lady was called through and she grabbed her bag and sprinted. Less than ten minutes later she rushed back in through the waiting room and into the bathroom as we all got to hear her pee gush out of her! She then grabbed her partners hand and walked quickly out. I was still not overly desperate but both the other girls were very restless. The one with her legs crossed had crossed them the other way a few times and was gripping the arm of her chair too. The other girl had her hands under her coat and I am sure she was holding herself hoping no-one knew. It took a good few minutes before another person was called through, this time it was the lady with the coat over her legs. She shuffled on her seat then followed the nurse away as if nothing was the matter. The tall lady had shut the bathroom door earlier but the receptionist came in and checked the bathroom before leaving the door wide open again. The crossed legged girl said to her partner that she was really struggling and hoped she would be called soon because she was so full. As if on cue the receptionist came in with a huge jug full of water and some cups and placed them on a table in the middle of the room. Not to be content with this she took the top cup, placed it on the table and filled it up with water from the jug. She reminded us we must be very full for the scan so to feel free to drink. I had already had three bottles of water but decided to err on the side of caution and took the cup that was full and started sipping it. My bladder felt very hard and full and I was thinking if I had been anywhere else I would have used the toilet we were all sat staring at. Shortly after the lady who had had the coat over her legs came running in and quickly made a bee line for the toilet. Once again we all heard ever splatter of her pee. Stating the obvious the final girl’s partner stroked her arm and said ‘you must be next’ as she was bouncing both legs up and down looking at the floor. I crossed my legs as another lady entered the room looking flustered. Finally the lady flushed the toilet and ran embarrassed out of the waiting room not giving eye contact to any of us. The fidgety girl looked like she was close to wetting now and I heard her whisper that she was so desperate. The flustered girl who had not long arrived must have heard as she quite brazenly spoke up and said ‘god this is like torture isn’t it!’ To which the other girl just went ‘yeah’ rather embarrassingly. Within another minute she was called in and I was left with just the bold girl who saw no reason to be embarrassed about our situation and started chatting about how she was needing to pee on the bus on the way here and thought she would pee herself and now she still had ages to hold and how much she wanted to go. She was so different to the previous girls I was quite entertained by her. I sipped my water and sat crossed legged while she said she was bursting, desperate, full, dying to pee, gagging for a bathroom and barely holding on. This was finally making me need to go much more and I was so glad to see the fidgety girl coming back telling her partner to wait in the corridor as she clearly knew we would all hear her pee. We actually didn’t hear her much so I think she may have filled the pan with paper first to hide her embarrassment. Mouthy woman was getting more mouthy now saying how bad it was we had to have a bathroom in the waiting room and how stupid it was in this day and age that there was no other way to scan a woman than have her almost wet herself. I found her amusing but was glad to be called finally. Having freezing cold jelly put on your rock hard bladder makes your need to pee suddenly intensify. Add the pressure of a scanner on top and I had to bite my lip and tense myself to keep from leaking. It was over quickly though and I decided to avoid mouthy woman and drive home to pee. My word did I go when I got home! I wonder if mouthy woman made it or not?
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  19. I'm back ! Had a lot of problems so I didn't have time to spend on the website but it's better now !
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  20. In this sexy masturbation instruction video, Alisha helps you climax while teasing you with the pull-on style diaper she is wearing. Set outdoors, this video features Alisha wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and a pull-on style diaper. Talking directly to you through the camera, she instructs you on how she wants you to masturbate to the video. As she does so, she asks you to imagine her wetting in her diaper, giving you teasing glimpses of it as you touch yourself. Towards the end of the video she counts you down to climaxing.
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  21. My girlfriend is one of those people who gets really, really focused on whatever she's doing. She's competitive to fault. Sometimes she pays no attention to her filling bladder until it's almost too late. There have been a couple of times where she's almost lost it and were At Home! Come to think of it, I imagine a lot of us are like this because we assume we're at home and we can go whenever we want so we don't plan for it. We used to live in a 3BR/3BA house in the suburbs so there was always a toilet available when needed. Even if there weren't, there was even the privacy of the fenced backyard (not that it had ever come to that). We had recently moved to a very urban area, to a small apartment with one bathroom. When we have friends over, that leads to a little more wait time and coordination needed around facility use. The first time it happened, we had friends over and we were heavy into a game of Cards Against Humanity, or was it Monopoly? I hardly remember. It was one of those board games that last forever. I can tell when she has to go, even when it hasn't even registered in her brain yet. With a few drinks in her, she's tremendously social and extroverted and is often so busy laughing and connecting with people that her own needs don't register. She sat casually on the couch with her legs drawn up beneath her. She was wearing a full, loose knee length skirt that bloomed around her and demurely kept hidden what her legs were doing. I could tell that she had to go because every so often she would rock. Or bounce until the urge had passed. She was already sitting on her feet and her heel would naturally find the right angle to push subtly against her pee hole. There was no way she was getting up until the game was over and it went on and on and on and although she remained engaged, her knees were fluttering nonstop by the time we wrapped up. I knew she wasn't worried though, because we were at home. I think though, that she had forgotten that we had one toilet and several guests over. And if the one bathroom was occupied, it meant waiting. I watched her closely as she got up from the couch and I could see the desperate urge hit her like a pile of bricks because she grimaced and tensed all over, bent over suddenly and squeezed her thighs together and her hands found her lap and I could tell she was fighting the impulse to grab her crotch in front of all our friends. Instead, she grabbed the front waistband of her panties through her skirt front and yanked them up so the material would press against her groin while she bolted to the bathroom. (I had found this trick fascinating when I first saw her do it and asked her about it. It's not something everyone does. It's not that effective, she tells me, but it's not as shameless as grabbing oneself in public. the extra bit of upward pressure can be reassuring if there's no other way to hold. I had noticed that our friend had gone in there and shut the door a moment before and my girlfriend's expression turned from anticipation to horrified when she realized that she would have to wait. She knocked and there was an exchange had through the locked door. She had been desperate for a lot longer than I thought because she started frantically pacing back and forth in front of the door until she suddenly turned on her heel and strode into our bedroom. The bathroom door was in plain view from there and I figured she was going to wait in there rather than put on a show for everyone. I followed her and found her sitting and bouncing on our bed clutching herself. She looked past me as I came in, not taking her eyes off the still closed bathroom door. I noticed that in the privacy of our bedroom, in her franticness to hold herself securely the copious fabrics of her skirt had ridden all the way up around her wrists and she was clutching herself two-handed through just her panties. "I needa go bathroom." she moaned to me as she met my eyes briefly before going back to staring intently at the still locked door across the hallway. Although she speaks fluent English 95% of the time, it's not her first language and sometimes she leaves out words in times of great distress or upset. Suddenly she stopped bouncing and re-tightened her grip on herself (the fabric of her skirt riding higher and higher as this was happening) and instead fanned her legs rapidly until it became clear that that wasn't going to serve any better. She tried squirming from side to side and found that also detrimental. Her soft moans to herself had become more like whimpers as she said again and again, "I have to go bathroom.... *whimper* I have to go BATHROOM." She got up and started pacing around the room only to be overcome by a wave of desperation so enormous I'm surprised she didn't lose it right there. She bent over and held herself with all her strength while frantically running in place and I could see tears in her eyes at the exertion. "What is he DOING in there?!" she wailed. (Later she told me that our friend told her through the door that he was in there being sick.) "I hafta go bathroom!!!" (Maybe it is a foreign language thing, maybe it is a formailty thing, but my girlfriend rarely just says she needs to pee.) I decided to take charge of the situation. I sat on the bed and I my girlfriend to come sit on my lap for a minute. "I can't! I'll wet you!" her voice shrill with anxiety, she continued to march in circles and clutch at herself and moan. There was an actual visible tread in the carpet from where she had been pacing. I grabbed her by the sleeve first and caught her wrist and pulled her down into my lap. Or rather, onto my left thigh (I am a pretty big guy and she is a fairly petite girl) and buried my hands between her legs and told her to squeeze her thighs around them. She obliged. "I gotta go bathroom. I gotta go bathroom!!! I gotta go bathroom!!!" she kept repeating urgently to herself. "Yeah, but you can HOLD IT. You're holding it. I got you." I assured her. I kept her in my lap and she was bucking and grinding into my hands and I was touching her firmly and rubbing her pee hole assuringly. My dick was hard against her back and I could feel her calming down and responding to that and she pushed back against my dick and we both moved to the waves our mutual mounting arousal. And then the door to the bathroom (which she still had not taken her eyes off all this time) finally opened and she was off my lap like a gunshot and she pissed in there for she reports back, "like 3 minutes." She returned to the bedroom, much more herself again, and of course we had some of the hottest sex we've had right in that moment.
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  22. View File Diaper Playtime A woman has some fun with diapers. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/29/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay
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  23. View File Pregnant and Diapers Three interesting videos of pregnant women in diapers doing all sorts of things (posing, wetting, masturbating). ***Contains Nudity *** Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/29/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay
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  24. Zone Pink

    I enjoyed those last three chapters and was glad to see that my suggestion of neutralizing acid with pee was used. It's been a long week for me lately, so it was nice to come back here and get caught up on this story again. Um, for this part, I choose 1, but both Emily and Olivia have already been doing that, the entire time. I guess we'll just have to see how much more adorable they can be...
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  25. Lol! People on this site are terrible at using upvotes. ?
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    Well, various Japanese women visit the doctor, and one thing leads to the other... and masturbation, squirting and sex follow. Enjoy, Rach
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  28. Like never. I don’t see a few dribbles in panties or boxers as a real problem, as they dry relatively quick (and like, I change my underwear every day). It’s not like these dribbles are massive enough to soak yourself either.
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  29. Why thank you! And thanks for sticking with this, even with my irratic updates! Oh, that's too kind! I am literally glowing here, reading this! ? I am so happy to know you enjoyed this enough to actually reread every chapter! I was always afraid this was gonna be way too long for anyone to remain interested. Also, thank you for sticking through with this. Ah, glad to meet a fellow male desperation fan! Not enough male material on this site, is there? I'm glad to know you enjoyed it ? I hope you'll read and comment on the final chapter when I finally get it up - better late than never, I guess. *Blush blush*
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  30. Ok, something came up and the next chapter will be a little later then planed. Sorry. >. < Just having some technical problems. On the pulse side, we messaged a few comic artists and got some replies on a few people that might be interested! ^.^ We are still discussing our options and will keep you updated when we decide anything. ^.^ Now then, I got to go give a nightstars a spanking for messing with my computer. See you soon! ^.^
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  31. OC

    From the album: Makishi's Art(rescaled)

    Left handed drawing.
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  32. I had a job for a while working the weekend shift in the office of a trucking company. Often times I would be the only one in the office and it would be a few hours between people coming in. Numerous times I wore black pants, put towels/chux in my chair and drank water until I had an accident. If I knew it was going to be a very slow day I wouldn't go to the toilet at all and just wet again and again. I've held serious conversations with people 10ft away from me who had no clue I was absolutely SOAKED and continuing to have an accident in my pants right in front of them. Further goes to reinforce my belief that the general public is so absorbed (ha ha) in their own little world that things like a grown adult wetting themselves just a few feet away will go unnoticed if you take just a few steps to disguise it.
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  33. Fixed! Rainy day.mp4
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  34. While I fully respect the importance of allowing varying viewpoints, including views that are unpopular, I would think that opening proclaiming one's self a pedophile on a fetish forum alone would warrant a ban.
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  35. Besides, given princesstess has been posting these since before I joined animepee some ten or so years ago, I'd have thought they'd have gathered enough data by now.
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  36. Interesting I don’t exactly have this problem since I’m just a watcher but my parents did find out anyways thanks to browser history and I couldn’t really deny (._.)
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  37. I thought you were leaving because we were censoring you and your pedophilic content or something? Also, quit posting creepy polls about schoolchildren wetting themselves. Thanks!
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  38. So I recently saw in The Bulge Diary someone who claimed that they could hold 2 liters and I thought "Wait that's nowhere near what I'm making my drawing look like" (in case you are unaware I was supposed to be making all these characters hold the quantity that Alia's limit is which is supposed to be 2095 ml) so I went to back to the first drawing of this thread and took some measurements to check how big the quantity actually was and... 4.9 liters Ups Anyway, I'm just showing this because the next drawing has a bladder gauge and I wanted to justify the numbers that will appear. Architecture school might have traumatized me.
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  39. I have seen a few accidents in my life time, some done for me, some were specifically accidents. But I certainly have one that is specifically memorable for having a little bit of a combination. Namely when my ex and I walked back from a night out which took about 40 minutes, but was fuelled by alcohol and a warm evening. We had been out at a club and partied hard, but as we wanted to save money during our University days we decided to walk back. It wasn't going to be that long, we originally thought it would have been 25 minutes, but we didn't realise how much the consumption of alcohol would impact our walking speed back. I went to the bathroom before we left. She was going to, stating she needed a wee. When I returned, she hadn't been as there was a long line and we wanted to get home by this point. Clubbing wasn't our thing. We were both reasonably casual. She was in a long dressy type t-shirt, blue with leggings that were black and flat shoes, but still looked fantastic. We weren't the most fancy of people. About 5 minutes into our journey, being the vocal person that she was and knowing how much I enjoyed omorashi etc, she was constantly saying she was "bursting for a wee" and really desperate. The occasional pee dance was breaking out. The regular complaints were driving me pretty crazy by this point, I am not going to lie. About 10 minutes in though, she was not quite so teasing due to her legitimate need to pee that was getting predicable worse and worse. The curse and beauty of alcohol. Occasionally the hand would drift and give a squeeze between the legs, and she would stop and make sucking noises as waves of desperation rolled over her. Eventually, she had her hand, while walking in small steps, permanently between her legs. This was scrunching up her dress in a really cute way but she was genuinely bursting for a wee. After a while like this walking and "OMG I need a wee", she froze. I asked her what was wrong and she stated that she wasn't going to be able to make it home. Standing there, questioning what to do next, she said, I don't think I can move, I just leaked. Stood there now, legs now crossed, hands between them, wiggling to her hearts content there was eventually a slow drip, which turned into a cascade as she peed all down her leggings and through her hand and dress. The puddle grew and grew on the pavement in the park that we had reached, about half way through our journey. It split into two rivers to either side of the path as she peed for ages. An absolute tonne. She remained rooted to the spot, her hand remaining where it was, her legs remaining crossed, developing into two little waterfalls from her knees as she peed and peed. Eventually, she finished. Soaking wet leggings and my mouth a little open. From here we carried on walking , she taking her shoes off due to the them being uncomfortably wet. She had very wet leggings, although there were some dry patches that you could see, quite clear in the street lamps. She also had a semi circle on her t-shirt / dress where she had kept her hand clenched as she wet herself. We carried on walking now, fortunately the summer giving us a warm night for us to walk back. This wasn't the end of the adventures however. Closer to our university house at the time is a bridge that we need to cross. This was only about 10 minutes further along, but we didn't anticipate the amount of alcohol that we had drunk to catch her up so quickly. She had drank significantly more than myself so it caught her up really quickly. As we got to the bridge, she stopped and said that she needed to go again and couldn't be bothered to hold it. Her muscles hurt from previous time that she had held it for so long. She just stood in the middle of this bridge, the street lamps illuminating her perfectly as she stood and peed in her leggings for a second time. You could see the flow down the sides of her legs as she stood there relaxed peeing on the bridge. It dripped off the side as she again peed a significant amount, evidently fill quickly after breaking the seal so early on in the night. Still bare footed, she shook the drips off as she finished peeing and splish splashed out of her, admittedly, smaller puddle than before. She gave a small wiggling of her bum and flicked her dress up as she walked on from finishing her second wetting of the night in a short amount of time. I knew she had no underwear on and it was clearly evident with her soaking bum. We continued walking, her feet leaving little foot prints as we continued wondering on. We eventually arrived back at the house and wondered upstairs, 10 - 15 minutes later. Fortunately her house mates were still out at the club that we had come from, us arriving before them due to our limit being reached. Obviously, we both wanted to shower now. Our club endeavour being a hot and sweaty one. We both wondered up stairs and stripped in the bathroom. She turned on the water and stood to the side of it in the bath as I stood outside, the shower running beside. She stated that she needed to pee again, and with zero hesitation let ripped as she stood with no clothes on next to the shower, inside of the bath. Not as strong as the others, this tiny cascade ran down her legs and over her feet and down the bath plug. Clear as crystal, she peed for a fairly decent length, giving me a grin. I climbed in as she finished and will leave the story there...
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  40. Zone Pink

    Emily was practically unconscious. She went from being immeasurably desperate to immeasurably horny. She was far from hiding her emotions from Olivia. “O-Olivia, I-I can’t th-think straight! I-I need-“ Emily started. “Emily! I shouldn’t have just given you that bottle blindly, we should’ve made sure of what it did first! Now you’re in pain and it’s all my fault!” Olivia apologized. Emily realized that Olivia still had no idea what was wrong with Emily. She guessed right, but Emily lied about it, which caused her even more problems. Emily tried to take the plug out, but her fingers slipped and she wasn’t able to remove it. Olivia thought that the liquid was having some sort of spicy effect that was burning her. “Here, drink this!” Olivia said, shoving a bottle of “water” into her mouth. Emily drank it, and felt her bladder stretch further. She didn’t feel any less hot, because she wasn’t hot at all, she was uncontrollably horny. “Did that help at all?” Olivia asked, worriedly. “O-Olivia, p-please just t-touch m-me.” Emily begged. She was somehow more horny than desperate, so she tried to take care of that first. Olivia misunderstood. “I know, you just need some comfort. I’m sure the burning will stop soon!” Olivia said, patting Emily’s “tummy”. Emily screamed in pleasure and pain. Olivia put her arms around Emily and laid her head in her lap. Not only was she putting pressure on her bulging bladder, but her hair was rubbing against her throbbing pussy. Olivia was doing the exact opposite of helping. Emily tried to remove the plug again, but her fingers still slipped. Even worse, they slipped against her lips and caused more unwanted stimulation. It seemed like there was no end to Emily’s suffering, which I know some readers wouldn’t mind ? Emily couldn't speak. She couldn’t think. She was completely conscious, but she had no control over anything. “Emily, a-am I doing s-something wrong?!” Olivia worried. Emily nodded as well as she could. “Ah! I-I’m so sorry! W-what do you w-want me to do?!” Olivia asked. Emily used the last of her brain power, and the last of her will power, to force her body to utter one syllable: “Sex.” Olivia bit her lip nervously. “What?! E-Emily!! That’s not going to fix your heat issue!” Olivia said. Emily’s frustration was almost as high as her lidibo. She moaned in pain, and looked Olivia directly in the eyes. “A-are you sure?” Olivia asked. Emily moaned louder, urging Olivia to just start already. Olivia reached down to take the plug out, and noticed that Emily’s pussy was very slippery and wet. “W-wait Emily, w-why is…” Olivia wasn’t sure what to ask. She tried taking the plug out, but like Emily, her fingers slipped. “E-Emily, I-I’m just gonna have to leave that in.” Olivia apologized. She took her own plug out and set it aside. She instantly felt an extreme need to pee. ‘Come on Olivia! Don’t pee now! You need to have sex with Emily to help her with the pain of the hot sauce lotion! Hold it!’ Olivia thought to herself. She took her boots and pants off with her plug, and started fingering herself. She was getting worked up, but Emily was dying just seeing Olivia trying to get herself horny. ‘I need to pee so badly! But I can hold it for Emily!’ Olivia thought. She picked Emily up and started kissing her, all while rubbing her naked body against hers. All of the excessive juices from Emily’s pussy poured out onto Olivia’s, which definitely put her in the mood. The girls’ pussies were absolutely loving the experience, but their bladders were being tortured. They were constantly being pressed into each other, and oceans of piss were sloshing around as Olivia grinded against Emily. Olivia leaked some pee onto Emily, and that made things worse. She couldn’t contain the contents of her bladder in her bladder anymore. She leaked more. Emily caught wind of what was happening. Olivia leaked more. Small bursts of piss came splashing out of Olivia. For a fraction of a second piss exploded out of her and was instantly cut off, only to rocket out a second later. “E-Emily I’m s-so sorry!” Olivia apologized. And the sloshing and gurgling and splatting and moaning continued. Psh! Psh! Psh! Psh! Emily found a burst of energy from everything that was happening and moaned: “L-let it all out on me!” And Olivia burst. She let the full force of her bladder hit Emily’s pussy, and kept grinding and humping. Emily reached down one last time and pulled for her plug, and finally got it out. She screamed in utter ecstasy as her bladder, which was 130% full, started violently emptying all over Olivia. They moaned, and humped, and kissed, and grinded quicker than ever, all while flooding each other in hot piss. After what felt like hours, their bladders finally went dry. They collapsed to the ground, soaked in piss, and breathed heavily. “E-Emily, I’m s-so sorry for peeing on you, f-for the third time, b-but why are you always fine with it?” Olivia asked. “Olivia, I-I don’t know why, but you peeing on me is one of the hottest things in the world for me.” Emily answered. “R-really?! I-I thought I was weird for thinking that, but I also love it!” Olivia answered. Both girls then passed out. When they woke up, they couldn’t remember anything about the experience. They still had no idea they liked pee, or that the other one also liked pee. They had no idea that they had the best sex of their lives. They were just confused about why they smelled strange in the morning, and why did they like the smell so much? The girls try to figure out what the liquid in the bottle actually is The girls investigate this smell The girls go to get more food
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  41. Thanks a lot for sharing this episode of your life! This is exactly the kind of content I log on for. I got a second helping of sweet content when I read Despguy's post. I'm reminded of a pic by Arachnella. I hope you don't mind me pasting this here.
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  42. Zone Pink

    Haha too late I already wrote it before I saw this Emily started walking away, but Olivia grabbed her shoulder. “Emily, you can’t go into the woods by yourself! If you want, I can come with you, but we need to stick together!” Olivia said. She was genuinely concerned about Emily’s safety, but was inadvertently causing her immense pain. Emily groaned as she realized she wouldn’t be able to get through to Olivia. She either had to hold her bladder for longer, which she didn’t think she could do, or go right in front of Olivia, which she also didn’t think she could do. Luckily they both had plugs, so as long as she kept the plug in, she would keep the pee in. She really didn’t want to keep it in, though. ‘How bad could it be? I can pee in front of Olivia, right?’ Emily thought to herself, desperately. As she and Olivia drank a bottle of water, she felt something happen inside her. Her bladder made a strange noise, and she was worried. She quickly opened her inventory and found that she had reached 101% bladder capacity. She was officially past her physical limit, and yet the plug sealed it all in. She whimpered in pain, and really considered taking the plug out. Part of her wondered why she wasn’t sent back to that one place, but she didn’t have the ability to think very well in that moment. She could hear her bladder gurgling and sloshing with every step she took as she paced around the unlit campfire. She had a sudden thought, and checked her inventory again to find that her health was at 100%. She wasn’t actually taking damage from having an overflowing bladder. She realized that with a higher pain tolerance, she could technically leave the plug in forever, and wasn’t really required to pee. Whether she had to or not though, she desperately wanted to! “Hey Emily, are you good?” Olivia asked, noticing that she was pacing in circles, with a frantic, pained expression on her face. “P-p-perfectly f-fine!” Emily moaned while bending down and grabbing herself. “Emily, do you have to pee that badly?” Olivia asked. Emily went red, knowing that Olivia knew she was desperate. “Wh-what? I-I don’t have to p-pee!” Emily sputtered out, and as soon as she did, she came to an awful realization. That was her chance. Olivia knew she had to pee, so there was no reason to not pee, but she claimed that she didn’t have to pee as to not embarrass herself. She was going to have to hold it. Her knees wobbled at the thought of her potential release, and they almost buckled at the thought of her passing up the opportunity. “Well if you don’t have to pee, then what’s wrong?” Olivia asked. Emily remover her hands from her pussy, so that she could hide her pain a little easier. “Oh, uh, I’m c-cold…” Emily lied. “Oh!” Olivia thought, opening her inventory. “I have this bottle of liquid! When I put it on my hands, they felt super warm! This should heat you up!” Olivia said, cheerfully. Emily accepted the bottle, and used it as an excuse to grab herself. She put some liquid on her hands, and grabbed her pussy with all of her might. She instantly felt a little bit of relief, but it was replaced by a burning hot sensation. Her pussy twitched and shook and she fell to the ground moaning in pleasure. Her pussy felt like it was literally on fire. She suddenly forgot about her bladder. All she could think about, was how hot Olivia was, and how much hotter she would look with her naked body pressed against Emily’s. Emily started making circles around her pussy lips, which only escalated the problem. “Oh my god, Emily! I-I didn’t think you’d put it there! Are you okay?!” Olivia asked. Emily couldn’t hear her over her loud and lusty moaning. Whatever was in that bottle was not meant to touch anything sensitive. Or maybe it was, depending on how you look at it. What happens next? Olivia tries to help Emily in a friendly way, thus making her bladder and lust problems escalate further Emily seduces Olivia, fixing her lust problem Emily and Olivia have a piss-filled orgasm, solving both Emily’s horny problem, and her bladder problem. Emily finally gives in and pees, solving her bladder problem. By the way, in case you were wondering why I don’t always draw their armor, it’s because they take it off sometimes to be comfortable. (Not Olivia’s new shorts, though)
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  43. Zone Pink

    I can only imagine the devastating negative effects that not being able to pee for an entire day while drinking diuretics would have on your body... *in Jontron voice* Nah it's probably nothing
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  44. It is utterly unbelievable that my favorite country band, Birdcloud, has received zero accolades here, where you, reader, will no doubt feel pretty hot and bothered. (Or maybe just bothered if you have delicate sensibilities.) Let me pitch: Birdcloud consists of two women from Tennessee who perform shocking and sometimes satirical country duets with an punk vibe. Also, they wear diapers on stage and are overtly sexual about it. Evidence: "Saving Myself for Jesus" ends with a cunnilingus-adjacent harmonica solo by one diapered musician on a harmonica previously hidden in diaper by other musician. See: (This concert was actually featured in Rolling Stone.) Their new single, Dode, which arrived in my mailbox yesterday, features this cover: One of the songs on it, "Wild Turkey 101," has the following lyrics: Watch them perform it in diapers and bras from their recent Australian tour (titties and diaper section at 1:50): Um, ok. I hope you all enjoy this and I hope you buy all their stuff and make them so rich because THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME. P.S. I've been into Birdcloud since I saw this video three years ago: Featured lyrics:
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  45. Zone Pink

    Emily and Olivia decided to go back to the cave. As much as Emily loved seeing Olivia naked 24/7, she knew that they needed armor. Her bladder hurt a little, but it wasn’t serious, so she ignored it. She and Olivia drank a bottle of water, and headed back for the cave. Once they finally got there, Emily’s bladder was significantly worse. She wasn’t sure when she would pee, but she would try to hold it until they got back home. The girls walked into the first room, and sure enough, three partially red snakes appeared. Olivia threw her axe at one almost immediately, and killed it. Emily ran to the middle of the room to meet up with the remaining two, and stabbed one of them. She jumped out of the way of the other one, and swiftly stabbed it as well. They high fived and walked over to the pedestal. On it, was a pair of elastic-y shorts! They got armor! It gave three defense. Emily let Olivia have it, because she had been embarrassed to be naked for a while. As they walked to the second room, Emily’s bladder started getting unbearable. She ignored it, but had trouble doing so. When they finally got to the second room, she was wobbling and sweating. Four completely red snakes were in this room, just like last time. Olivia decided to throw her axe again, and killed a snake immediately. Emily ran to the snakes in the middle, but missed as she felt a stab from her bladder. She winced and moved her sword to block the snake bite. She picked it back up, and swung it at the snake that tried to bite her. She killed it. Olivia came over and grabbed her axe. Emily bent over and grabbed herself in pain. Olivia noticed. “Oh Emily, you have to pee too?! Wow, y-you aren’t doing a very good job hiding it…” Olivia said, blushing. She missed her swing towards the snake, but got out of the way. She turned around and stabbed the snake and killed it. Emily also had a snake on her, but was barely able to fight off her bursting bladder, let alone a snake. “I-I c-can’t take it!” Emily said, removing her plug. Olivia ran over. “Emily! Y-you need that for defense!” She said, worriedly. It was too late, though. The snake bit her. Emily yelled out in pain, and stabbed the snake recklessly, but in her recklessness, some of the blood splashed onto her leg, near the bite. Emily screamed as the acid started sizzling at her skin, and leaked a decent amount of pee. When it hit her leg, the acid was seemingly stopped. Olivia shoved the plug back into Emily, stopping her from releasing any more pee. “Emily, you can’t take off your armor in battle! What were you doing?!” Olivia asked. Emily realized that she never told Olivia that she was using the plug to keep her pee in. She decided to keep it that way. “S-sorry,” Emily said. The girls went to the pedestal in this room to find another plug. “Why is there a plug as a reward?” Olivia asked. “I don’t know, but now you can h-have one too!” Emily said. She shoved it into Olivia. “O-oh, I d-don’t know about this…” Olivia said, wincing as she felt the plug rub against her. The two girls made it home a few hours later. Emily’s bladder was absolutely bursting. It should’ve burst hours ago. She couldn’t stand still. “O-Olivia, I-I need to g-go into th-the woods b-by myself f-for a little!” Emily said. “Why b-by yourself?” Olivia asked. She also had to pee, but not as badly as Emily. “J-just l-let me g-go!” Emily pleaded, shaking and crying as she held her bulging bladder. What should Olivia do? Let Emily go into the woods. She refuses to pee in front of Olivia for some reason so she might as well let her go. Keep her here! Let her bladder bulge up as much as it can! Let’s see how full she can get, if she isn’t full already!
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  46. I've never actually seen someone in the middle of an actual accident. I've seen plenty of desperation and aftermaths, but no accidental wettings. The one wetting I have seen in person was when I caught my cousin's friend relieving herself through her bikini into Lake Havasu when we were on a family vacation.
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    I haven't posted a video in a while due to being starved for time to look for them, this issue is no longer a factor as of now and I should be able to upload once every 3 or 4 days. This video contains 4 wettings all of which happen while the girls are being massaged. This video contains nudity and sex scenes so if you don't like that stuff don't download this video.
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