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  1. I watched Steven Universe myself, so I know that she is not only a hydrokinetic but also a shapeshifter... hmm... I could make the bladder as big as I want knowing that. Here you go So big you can't see the rest of the body Just kidding, here you actually go This is probably nearing the limits of how big I'm willing to make a bladder bulge. As a matter of fact I used pregnant woman as reference for this one so you could say this size is kind of a... stretch . . . In all seriousness that was a bad idea, before fixing it just looked like a potbelly, as far as I'm concerned it might still do.
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  2. Version 1.0.0

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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. Literally the dumbest thing happened to me today. I got myself so desperate again I thought my bladder would burst. So I have a part time job where I go and tutor this 6 year old boy Chinese every week. He's an Asian boy and his parent's don't know any proper Chinese so they want me teaching him. In case they somehow see this post and figure out who I am let's just call the boy Max from now on. Anyway, today was just like any other day, I go to his place and start my teaching. I usually give 2 hour lessons and today was no different. Normally, I would empty my bladder before going to his place. I'm too embarrassed to ask to use their bathroom (DON'T ASK ME WHY IM JUST SHY T.T) and even in the past when I had too pee during lessons I would hold it till I was back home before I relieved myself. But today I had sort of a hectic schedule. I had lunch with a friend I haven't seen in a while and immediately hopped over to Max's place. I drank a bit too unreservedly during lunch and I was already feeling a slight urge to pee when I got to his place. Anyway, I held onto it and carried on with my lesson. The need to pee made the lesson unbearable. At first, it was just a slight bother down there, which kept me from focusing on what I was doing. An hour later, the urge was growing into something quite hard to ignore. I kept crossing and recrossing my legs, eyeing longingly at the toilet. I kept practicing in my mind saying 'I'm sorry I need to use the toilet.' but I just felt too embarrassed to do it. Halfway through the lesson, Max's mom handed me freshly juiced orange juice and kept encouraging me to drink it. I found no polite way to refuse, and took several reluctant gulps. I could literally feel my pee hole tingling whenever I swallowed the juice. Teaching Max is so difficult when you have a bursting bladder. He's the type that wouldn't sit still and chasing him around while needing to pee was a pain. I found myself cradling my bladder like a pregnant woman when he ran off with my pencil case and every step I took made me want to pee even more. I usually have all the patience for him but this time I simply had to pee way too badly. When sitting down, I slipped my phone between my legs and pressed onto it so the corner would press onto my pee hole to relieve the pressure. But at some point even that wasn't enough so I slipped my hand down my skirt and quietly held myself. It worked fine until Max whispered to my ear 'Why do you have your hands in your skirt' and started laughing hysterically. I was so embarrassed I could feel my ears go red, and I swore I felt the urge to tape Max's mouth shut at that time. The lesson finally ended, and but that time I was REALLY desperate. i quickly said bye to Max and his mom, and made a dash to the bus station. I think I was pretty naive to think I could make it back home at that state, but I was so desperate I wasn't thinking straight. I was hopping on spot, and luckily no one was there with me, so I held myself freely. While I was waiting I was starting to loose control. My panties were a little damp and I was holding myself so hard I can’t imagine myself riding on the bus in that state. 10 minutes later the bus came, but I made a bold decision to run back to Max’s place and ask for the toilet, something which I should’ve done an hour ago. When I got to the door I rang the doorbell, but no one answered. For a second I feared they all went out or something. But then I heard Max’s voice coming from the backyard. Next to the house was a tall metal gate that led to the backyard. I stumbled over there, clutching myself to keep my pee from gushing out, and saw Max. He saw me and came over. I was quite frantic when I saw him and all I said was ‘please open the door for me’. He asked me why and asked why I was hunched. I told him I really had to pee and told him to let me in. Max then said whether I would pee myself if he didn’t let me in. At that moment I knew he was going to make a joke out of me. I did all I could and begged him to get his mom, but apparently she was working on something at the backyard and couldn’t hear us. I tried pulling the gate frantically but it was locked. Max kept taunting me and making water sounds, with no intention of letting me in. I was holding myself with both hands and so my skirt was a little rolled up, and Max said he could see my underwear and roared with laughter. I was so angry and hurt and desperate at that time I had no idea what to do. Luckily, right at that moment, Max’s mom came over to my rescue. I was so embarrassed that all I said was ‘I need to pee!’ and she quickly let me in. I ran to the toilet, yanked my panties down and peed and peed and peed. After that I had a pretty awkward send off from Max’s mom telling me that I am always free to use their toilet. She was like ‘you poooor girl!’ and asked me how long I was holding my pee for. She also told Max off for taunting me though he’s a little boy and I pretty much forgive him now that its all over. And that was the end of that.
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  4. I've found myself a new lolcow https://www.animefeminist.com/review-goblin-slayer-episode-1/
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  5. Late for Work

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    It's not hard to see why her manager is pissed, considering she was twenty minutes late and only half in dress-code. If she's seen anywhere BUT the register, she's going to be fired. "Anywhere" apparently includes the restroom, which is bad news for her unbelievably full bladder... Now she's bouncing and counting every second of the last six hours of her shift. I'm back! I had a pretty tough latter-half of November. Here's to hoping I can get some more drawings done and out for you guys! Due to popular demand, I think I'll be continuing Fish4Nitefield after this! (Sorry about the crappy paint-job... I was getting anxious to get another upload in before the end of the month!)
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  6. Hey everyone, I have been lurking on this site for the longest time and decided to make an account today. I'm a 19 year old South Korean (F) currently studying abroad in the US, and now I'm on a vacation in Asia (Thailand). I have discovered when I was about 15 years old that I enjoy being desperate to pee. When I really need to go, I get turned on and if I'm home, I will try not to go to the bathroom when I need to. Despite this I do not intend to make myself desperate in public at all. I don't really enjoy drinking a ton of water and holding it until I get home or anything, I just let it happen naturally. I'm also not a fan of peeing myself either. This might seem strange to other people but for whatever reason, I just can't make myself pee if I'm in public. Luckily enough because of that I've never peed myself ever (except when I was a baby of course). My mind would always force the pee to stay and push to the absolute limit and I never had an instance where I couldn't hold it anymore, although this lead to some extremely torturous moments. Unfortunately for me, I hate public bathrooms. I'm an introvert (INFP) and really hate when people are aware that I need to find a bathroom, so I usually hide the fact except for when I absolutely have to go. I actually don't find it enjoyable to hold my pee in public at all, because I never want anyone to now that I have to go. I'm a person who values private space very much and I will only hold pee when I'm at home. Also I only hold on to a certain point of time, not to that point where it is difficult to walk around and I have to push my muscles for the pee to come out, those are torture and I don't find enjoyment in it. In South Korea, bathrooms are a huge problem. Most of the bathrooms are really dirty and are asian-style, which means it isn't a typical toilet seat. It's sort of a hole in the ground where you have to squat and pee in. I despise men for being able to just aim and pee in those bathrooms. I vow to never use those kinds of bathrooms because they are ridiculously dirty and they offer no water spray (a hose for cleaning your privates in bathrooms, extremely common in asia and nonexistent in the US). Instead, they offer a little bowl in a small pool of water that you can fill with and clean yourself. I'm pretty sure that if you use that water you'll be even dirtier than you are before. Conventional bathrooms are offered usually in hotels and malls, but they aren't clean either. I have to put toilet paper around the seat if I want to pee there. My friends always make fun of me for always taking a long time in the bathroom because of this. Another thing to note is that there is sort of a campaign to save the earth or whatever so a lot of public bathrooms stopped offering toilet paper, so sometimes the spray is the only thing available. I started carrying my own napkins because of this. Sorry if this is pretty difficult to read, I am terrible at organizing my sentences but I hope you get a glimpse of what it's like for me in Korea. I intended to write about my experiences being on the verge of peeing myself but there's only enough time for this today. I'll come back soon enough to tell my stories. See you then ?
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  7. Version 1.0.0

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    This film segment appears to date back to the 50s or 60s and the girl appears to modelling in some kind of cloth diaper. Whether or not it is a diaper is unknown but the source I found the video from on 'Iceporn' claimed it was. I have no idea if it is really a diaper she is wearing so I guess I'll let you guys judge for yourselves. Anyway I hope you find this video interesting. Her nipples also remain covered at all times and there is no real nudity.
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  8. Version 1.0.0

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    Here are some more xvideo finds. Sorry for bad quality. Enjoy.
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  9. A glass of cat, please
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  10. posted 6 months ago, havnt seen it on here. Enjoy! ? https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b00eb799b411&t=0&utm_source=pornado.co&utm_medium=embed&utm_campaign=embed-logo-html5
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  11. Version 1.0.0

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    Second upload from my superheroine wetting videos obtained ? This one had to be my absolute favorite among all the videos I found. It had multiple wetting scenes and each of them are so good. For some reason, she's really good at wetting herself. Absolute marvel to watch. Watch for yourself! There is some nudity, sex, and some stimulation wetting as well, so be warned if that is something you dislike. If you want the full JAV, just let me know ? My uploads from now on will only have 1 to at most 3 JAV supercuts in each upload until my next Mega Compilation. So stay tuned for more ?
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  12. 4,934 downloads

    I was asked to upload these since the site you can view them on hides the chapters other than the earliest 3 and latest 3, so here they are. You can read those (and any future chapters) here: https://comic-ryu.jp/_ohanatsumi/ I can't read or speak Japanese, so I can't translate it. It seems to be about an accident prone adventurer, an elf who doesn't understand what "picking flowers" actually means, and people they meet and work with. I wasn't sure if I should upload each chapter to the gallery, upload them in the same gallery somehow, or just...post them here. So I posted them here. Let me know if I should put them elsewhere. EDIT: Uploaded a zip with Chapters One through Nine for those with limited downloads. EDIT2: Keeping an up to date ALL CHAPTERS download at the bottom.
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  13. OK, I promised that my next story would involve male-male comfort, but I lied. I'm sorry ? This was a request from granger Danger, so I thought I'd throw something together. I do have other ideas though, so I hope to get something else out before summer ends! *** Chase Richards flipped his head back, running his fingers through his thick, russet hair. It wasn’t so much a calculated move as a habit he’d developed after learning that his friends (peers? Cronies?) seemed to interpret the gesture in whatever way they thought best. It kept him from having to say too much. Chase wasn’t very good with words. Luckily for Chase, he didn’t often need words. He had the height, build, and looks that gave him a golden ticket to the good graces of others. Most teachers - and certainly most of his classmates – never pressed him on much of anything. Not schoolwork, not his behavior, and not whether he really deserved the level of popularity he enjoyed as a senior in high school. Chase didn’t think about his unearned popularity too much. At 18, he had a set of mannerisms that served him well – introspection wasn’t required. So when emotions or challenges presented themselves, he didn’t have a whole lot of practice reacting. And Chase’s reactions tended towards nastiness. It wasn’t that he was mean. He certainly didn’t intend to be mean. It was more that he’d never really gotten the hang of social humor or teasing, so when he tried to joke, it came out jerk. He didn’t mean it. He just…didn’t know what else to do. Like today. Chase really didn’t know what had gone wrong. Well, he did know, if he bothered to think about it. It was actually fairly straightforward, and it started and ended with Courtney Montell. Courtney was a junior – only a junior, Chase tried to remind himself – but she was captivating. She was confident and articulate, and Chase was entranced. Courtney was the student council treasurer, and with Homecoming approaching, she’d been spending a lot of time working with the senior class members of the council, including Chase’s friend Marco. Chase hadn’t thought twice about Marco. He was the student council president, so it was natural that Courtney would be around him a lot. He hadn’t thought about it much, but Chase had implicitly assumed that Courtney’s relationship with Marco was all business. Besides, Chase wasn’t one to consider the possibility that another guy could be with a girl he himself had already mentally claimed. So really, it was just that Chase had been caught off guard after lunch when he’d turned a corner in the hallway and seen Courtney kissing Marco. Chase’s jaw slackened and his head felt fuzzy, seeing the girl he liked making out with one of his best friends. Before Chase had time to process anything, Marco had broken off the kiss and turned down another hallway, winking at Courtney as he left. Courtney spun around, grinning to herself, and came face to face with a stunned Chase (who, it turned out, had been standing much closer to the couple than he’d realized). Courtney blinked once before composing herself. “Can I help you?” “If you’re gonna be kissing guys in hallways, I’ll take one.” Chase could feel the sneer creep onto his face but had no control over the curl of his lip. Courtney didn’t even bother to roll her eyes, further irritating Chase with her lack of response. She took a step forward, but he rammed his hand against the wall in front of her, blocking her with his arm. Still, Courtney didn’t flinch, though her heart rate sped up. No matter how much she believed that Chase was all bluster, being physically blocked by a 6’3”, 225-pound man was never going to be a comfortable situation. “Move, Chase.” Chase’s stomach fluttered. He knew the situation wasn’t going well, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Why? You weren’t in any hurry a minute ago,” he said, his voice dangerously approaching a growl. “That’s how time works, asshole,” Courtney snapped. Her eyes glittered with challenge, but she was trying to keep her voice from shaking. Chase barely heard her. He wanted Courtney, and somehow, in his socially underdeveloped mind, he was convinced that he could still have her, if she would just… “Come on, Court,” he rumbled, circling his other arm around her until she was backed up against the wall. “There’s no one here-“ “Stop!” Courtney shrieked, slapping Chase squarely across the cheek. “Mr. Richards! Miss Montell!” Mrs. Harker, the physics teacher, strode down from the other end of the hallway. “Back away from each other now!” she ordered. Chase took two giant steps backwards, his arms dropping limply by his sides. His cheek stung, but he barely felt it through the utter daze of the past minute. Courtney was fuming. “Mrs. Harker, he-“ “Detention for both of you,” Mrs. Harker interrupted sharply. “We have zero tolerance for physical violence at this school.” Courtney opened her mouth to argue, but Mrs. Harker cut her off. “I’m sorry, Miss Montell,” she said, more gently. “Detention is the consequence for violence, no matter what the context.” Mrs. Harker turned back to look at Chase. “3:15, both of you. Mr. Green will be supervising detention this afternoon in room 113. No excuses.” Glaring once more at Chase, Courtney strode away. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period, and the hallway filled with students, none of whom had the slightest idea what had just happened. Which more or less covers all of the important events that led to the current situation – Chase Richards, instead of taking out his car keys to drive home, was sullenly dawdling in front of his locker, unconsciously delaying having to face Courtney again in detention. “Chase Richards!” Mr. Green, the new freshman English teacher and today’s detention supervisor, was the kind of first-year teacher who chose to be overly strict to counteract his youth and assert his authority over the students. “Room 113, now!” Chase pulled his backpack from his locker and slung it over his shoulder. “I’m just gonna-“ Mr. Green cut him off with a glare. “No, you’re not ‘just gonna’,” he said derisively. “You have detention, and you are subject to the same rules as everyone else.” The teacher glared at Chase, not quite achieving the level of command that he wanted. “No matter what most of the other teachers here might thing,” he added sharply. Chase’s eyebrows knit in bemusement. He knew Green was a hardass, but it was just detention, and it wasn’t like Chase was trying to get out of it – he just wanted to go to the bathroom. Chase always went to the bathroom right after school, before going out to his car. It was just another one of his habits. It wasn’t that he had to go really bad or anything, but being denied the access made him realize just how full his bladder was. All of these thoughts proceeded rather slowly through Chase’s head, and by the time it occurred to him to ask Mr. Green to use the restroom real quick, the teacher had already started walking down the hallway to the dedicated detention room. Chase took long strides to catch up, but by the time he did, Mr. Green had reached the door of Room 113. Chase followed him in and opened his mouth to ask for a quick trip to the bathroom but stopped short when he saw Courtney sitting in the desk closest to the door. Chase’s mouth snapped shut and his request died in his throat. He’d already screwed up with Courtney once today; he couldn’t bear to ask to us the restroom in front of her. Flustered and still full, Chase put his head down and slunk to the back of the room, taking the sat in the corner farthest from the door – and farthest from Courtney. The digital clocked flipped to 3:15 – apparently, no other students had been given detention that day. “No phones, no electronics,” ordered Mr. Green by way of a greeting. “You will be released at 4:15, not one second earlier. You don’t have to do homework if you don’t want to, but you may not talk.” Chase shifted in his seat. He’d never been given detention before. He supposed the rules made sense, but he really wasn’t sure he could wait for an hour, especially without his phone to distract him. Still, he managed for the first fifteen minutes. Sitting in the back of the room definitely helped – he didn’t have to worry about Courtney looking at him, and he could squirm a little to try to keep his bladder comfortable without having to worry about being seen. At 3:30, though, Chase heard the buzzing of a phone. To his surprise, Mr. Green picked up his phone off the desk and glanced at the screen. “Stay here,” Mr. Green ordered needlessly. He’d apparently determined that the call was worth taking and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. The instant the door clicked shut, Courtney whirled around, glaring at Chase. He twitched under the intensity of her gaze; he had only been looking in that direction because of Mr. Green, but now it looked like he’d been staring at Courtney. She didn’t seem to care about Chase looking at her, though. “This is your fault,” she hissed, keeping her voice quiet but bitter. Chase’s face went blank. He knew that his interaction with Courtney hadn’t gone well, but she seemed…really mad. “You’re disgusting,” Courtney continued, her voice venomous. “You think you can just take whatever you want and never have any consequences.” Chase tensed reflexively. People just didn’t yell at him like that… “It was a joke,” he insisted dumbly, his attempt at levity coming out decidedly petulant. Courtney scoffed. “No woman in the world thinks that shit is funny.” Chase got a funny feeling in his stomach, beyond the fullness of his bladder. It was weird hearing a high school student refer to herself as a woman, but as soon as she said it, it made sense. She was a woman, and Chase felt like a little kid in front of her. A little kid who had to pee. Courtney seemed to sense his quailing. “Are we still in kindergarten, Chase?” she mocked. “You don’t know how to act around girls that you like, so you’re mean to them to get their attention?” Chase flushed red so quickly, his face was like a buzzer on a game show, lighting up to signal Courtney’s correct answer. She felt her own skin warm in response – confronting unreciprocated affection was never enjoyable. “Honestly, Chase –“ She was no longer snapping, but her voice still wasn’t friendly. “- it’s the 21st century. You don’t get to treat people – women - like shit and expect them to just be OK with it.” Chase was keeping his head very deliberately down at this point, both in embarrassment and because he was trying to curl over the desk. He felt so full, he was having a hard time keeping himself from squirming. As much as he didn’t want to have this conversation with Courtney (it was more of a monologue than a conversation, anyway), he really didn’t want her looking at him when he had to pee. Not one to skillfully manage unpleasant emotions, Chase reflexively settled into anger. “I don’t,” he grumbled. Courtney’s eyebrows drew together, projecting more incredulity than she actually felt. “You can’t possibly have so little self-awareness,” she derided. “You really do have the social skills of a five-year-old.” Blushing even more deeply, Chase scowled down at the desk. Being called a child twice in quick succession made his plight all the more painful. He flicked his eyes up at the clock and almost whined. There were still 40 minutes left in detention, and the combination of his full bladder and Courtney’s accusations made that 4-minute barrier seem impossibly long. The sound of the door opening made Chase look up. “No talking,” snapped Mr. Green before ducking back out into the hallway, phone still at his ear. Courtney had turned forward as soon as the door opened, but she threw another glare back at Chase before returning to her homework. Chase nearly sighed in relief. The deliberate lack of squirming over the past few minutes had heightened his need, and he had to thrust a hand between his legs to ease the desperation. He writhed and gripped for a few seconds to make himself feel better. A quick glance up at Courtney showed that she was diligently bent over her homework, paying him no mind. Exhaling slowly, Chase released he hand. The immediacy of the last surge had abated, but his heart was still beating hard. For a second, he thought of getting up and going to the bathroom, but that idea didn’t last long. For one, Mr. Green would almost certainly yell at him as soon as he stepped in the hallway. And he didn’t want to give Courtney another reason to scorn him. He’d just have to wait it out. Just over a half hour now, and as long as Courtney wasn’t looking at him, he could shift and wriggle freely. For the next 15 minutes or so, Chase did just that. He even crossed his long legs, which he hated doing, but the relief was too good to pass up. Unfortunately, even that tactic didn’t help for long. Chase’s body had been well trained to use the bathroom after school and being made to wait an hour to release and entire day’s worth of urine wasn’t something he was prepared for. Forced to physically hold himself again, Chase’s breathing became shallow. Unconsciously, he started shifting arrhythmically, twitching back and forth and kneading his dick between his legs. “Shh!” A sharp hiss from Courtney caught Chase off guard, and he felt a hot spurt of pee soak into his underwear. He looked up anxiously just in time to see Courtney turning back to her homework, a disgusted look on her face. Chase bit his lip to keep from whining audibly. He was clutching himself to the point of pain, but the dampness against his skin was breaking down his already-weak defenses. He remained curled over the desktop, tensing seemingly every single muscle in his body, trying to keep himself from having an accident through brute force. He couldn’t move to look at the clock, which was probably a good thing, because the clock would’ve told him that there were still 10 minutes left. And Chase didn’t have 10 minutes. Chase didn’t have 10 seconds. A painful surge rippled through Chase’s lower body, and a strong stream burst out of him, soaking right through his boxers and into his jeans. Chase grunted unwillingly, but his muscles were worn out and ill-prepared for such consistent tensing. Futilely, Chase kept his hand between his legs, but it was all over. He was wetting himself. Time seemed to slow down and speed up simultaneously, and Chase, if he’d been able to think or feel at all, would’ve felt like he was in a dream. The sensation of peeing into his jeans, while sitting at a desk, in a classroom, was so utterly foreign that the entire situation felt surreal to the point of unbelievability. Chase’s chest heaved with uneven breaths. Piss pooled briefly on the desk seat under him before spilling onto the floor. In the front of the classroom, Courtney was distracted by the unfamiliar sound. She whipped around to demand silence from Chase once again, but her face quickly melted from irritation into disbelief. Courtney was a smart girl, but it took her several seconds to puzzle together the scene in front of her. The sound she heard was the trickling of liquid from the seat of the desk onto the tile floor. Chase’s large body was hunched over the small desk; his shoulders rose and fell with deep, shaky breaths. A puddle was growing still growing across the floor underneath him. There was only one explanation for what she was seeing, but Courtney’s mind refused to accept the obvious. There was no way a senior in high school could be having an accident at school. Chase still didn’t look up. For once, he was completely unaware of Courtney, even as she cautiously stood and walked toward the back of the room. “Chase?” Chase jerked slightly, indicating that he heard her, but he kept his head forcefully down, as if he was trying to bore a hole into his sternum with his chin. Torn between pity and skepticism, Courtney lowered herself into the desk diagonally in front of Chase. She looked down to make her she wasn’t stepping in his puddle – it was big, but not quite spread in her direction. She looked back up at the cowering 18-year-old. The tension had melted out of his body, signaling that his accident was finished, but now, he was slumped so severely in his desk, Courtney wondered how he stayed in the desk at all. “Chase…” she repeated, not really knowing what she was trying to make happen. Awkward with words under the best of circumstances, Chase was rendered completely mute. His face remained down, and a single tear dripped off his cheek onto the desk. His throat strained with the effort of holding back actual sobs. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, Courtney unwilling to speak and Chase unable. The sound of the door opening shocked Courtney into turning around. Mr. Green was still on the phone, but he distractedly waved into the room. “You can go.” Courtney attempted a weak smile, but Mr. Green had already left, having not seen or not cared what had happened in the back of the classroom. Exhaling deeply, Courtney looked back at Chase, but he hadn’t moved. She straightened her shoulders. “Come on, Chase.” No response. “Mr. Green is gone. No one will see you.” Nothing. Courtney pressed her lips together. “Chase, come on. You can’t stay here forever.” Chase shifted uncomfortably, but still didn’t look up. God, thought Courtney. He really was a child, and she didn’t have a whole lot of patience for man-children. “What’s your plan, then? Just gonna stay here until morning? Or until the janitor gets here to clean up after you?” The last comment was a bit harsh, but Courtney wasn’t here to mother the boy who’d put her in detention in the first place. Instead of getting defensive, though, Chase raised his head slowly. His eyes were glazed with tears, and his face was completely guileless. Having an accident as a senior in high school was an objectively vulnerable situation to begin with, but Chase’s face underscored just how exposed he was. Sighing, Courtney dropped her shoulders. Yes, Chase was a child – he was self-centered and lacked self-awareness – but he was also clueless and seemingly unable to take care of himself in tough situations. Courtney mentally cursed all of the adults who had let Chase reach the age of 18 with so few life skills. She made a quick series of mental decisions. Chase had already dropped his gaze again, nervous and ashamed. “Get up, Chase,” Courtney ordered. “Grab your backpack. We’re leaving.” Chase looked up again, blinking in confusion. “You can’t stay here, and I don’t want to,” Courtney explained (even though this wasn’t really something that should require an explanation) “Get your keys, go home, and change.” Chase shuddered. Courtney’s words had drawn him back to reality, just enough to remind him that he was, in fact, 18 years old, and couldn’t just sit and wait for someone to take care of him like an infant. Even though he’d just peed his pants like one. He still couldn’t bear to look at Courtney for very long, but Chase slowly unfolded himself out of the desk. His jeans hung heavy between his legs, and he paused for a second, staring reluctantly at the puddle beneath the desk. “The janitor will clean it up,” Courtney promised, her voice softer than it had been all afternoon. “No one will know it was you.” In the great crush of emotions from the past hour, Chase had now settled on being disgusted with himself. He scowled as he grabbed his backpack, still keeping his gaze averted from Courtney as he trudged to the front of the room. Courtney, supposing that movement was better than nothing, followed. At the door, Chase stuck his head out in the hallway, checking to make sure no one was around to see the obvious evidence of his accident. Seeing that the coast was clear, he took a deep breath and prepared to head out to his car. Before he took a step, he hesitated. “Thank you,” he mumbled back over his shoulder, his voice gruff and strained. He didn’t wait for Courtney’s response. He couldn’t stand her revulsion or her pity, though he knew he deserved both. Later tonight, perhaps, he’d have time to actually think about the terrible events of the day – the hallway, detention, and actually peeing on himself in front of the girl he liked - and the truth behind Courtney’s chastisement. But for now, he just had to get home and take a shower.
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  14. First time story poster here! This is actually a multi-part story I wrote for a now inactive user named Rick Dixon. He disappeared before I could send him the final copy, but he had previously given his permission to post it here and make the changes to it that I'm going to make. Hope you all enjoy! ---------- "Darla stop fidgeting your legs like that. You look like a little kid who has to go potty," Darla's mom said, giving her a judgemental look as she took a sip of her coffee. "Ew Mom, that's gross," Darla replied, suddenly aware of how obviously she had been jiggling her legs and making an effort to hold them still. "Its just the caffeine from the coffee making me antsy." "Be that as it may, try not to embarrass me in front of your uncle's family. He was nice enough to invite us to this luncheon with all his neighbors. There's even some cute boys here. You'd hate to have an accident in front of a potential boyfriend." "Mom I don't have to pee, just drop it ok?" Darla than took a sip of her own coffee to try and seem casual, a sip which she immediately regretted as the liquid seemed to speed straight to her bladder. Despite her protests to the contrary, Darla did have to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She didn't know her cousins or their neighbors that well, so when she and her mother arrived she had mainly stayed with her, sipping coffee or wine and chit chatting about nothing in particular. Darla had even had a mild urge to pee when they first arrived several hours ago, but had thought it no problem and figured she could hold it until they left. She had always been a little shy about using a stranger's bathroom. Darla thought she'd still be fine if it hadn't been for when her mother had stepped away to gossip with Darla's aunt, leaving Darla alone at the table to drink two cups of coffee rather than make awkward small talk with strangers. Well that coffee, along with the the glass of wine and a coffee when they first arrived and the two coffees since then were now demanding to be released and Darla wasn't sure how much longer she could put off a trip to the bathroom. ---------- Blake had been friends with Darla's cousin John since they were in middle school, close enough that they were practically brothers and despite living several miles away now he had still been invited to her Uncle's luncheon. John would often joke that he and Blake knew everything about each other, which amused Blake because there was one thing John certainly did not know: that Blake had a major pee fetish. All his life, ever since puberty he had found himself deeply aroused by the thought of a woman having a full on accident in public, humiliating herself for all to see. While he had watched a lot of porn, he had never seen an accident in person, and he was becoming quite desperate to, even going so far to have a basic plan for what to do if he saw signs of desperation from a hot girl at a party like this. He had high hopes he would get to use that plan today because he had seen Darla bouncing her legs up and down and suspected he knew why. He hadn't seen her use the restroom yet, and he had seen her drink plenty. From where he sat he could take in the full sight of her. Shoulder length dark brown hair worn behind her ears to show off her tan complexion. A body that showed she was in shape but not intimidatingly so. Perky, full sized breasts that showed a respectable amount of cleavage under her green tank top. Tight tan pants that had showcased her full sized butt perfectly when she had walked to get more coffee. Designer flip flops that bounced up and down as her leg began to jiggle again. "Oh yes," Blake thought, "she's got to go bad." Suddenly he saw her stand up, and once she had stepped away from her table he watched her give a frantic look around the room before biting her lip and walking towards the front of the house; the opposite direction from the bathroom. "Now or never," Blake muttered, ready to put his plan into action. He set off after her, making sure to swing by the bathroom and get things prepared first. ---------- Darla had only just noticed her leg jiggling again when suddenly a quick bladder spasm caused her to suck in her breath and clench her bladder muscles tight. "This is bad," she thought. "I need to pee now before I have an accident in these pants. Ooo I wish I'd worn the black ones instead." She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up, barely resisting the urge to grab her crotch like a preschooler. "Mom I'm going to go take a walk around the house, see if I can spot one of those cute guys you mentioned." She gave her mother a cute smile which earned her a nod of approval, then began to make her way towards the exit. After she had taken several paces and put at least two tables between herself and her mother she allowed herself a quick squeeze of her crotch from a hand she stuck in her pocket. Luckily most people in the dining room seemed too engrossed in conversation to notice her. She bit her lip as she frantically looked around, trying to decide where in her Uncle's estate the bathroom was. This was getting bad. Already she could feel a second spasm coming just from the few steps she had taken. "Think Darla, where would it be? Gotta be by the front door right?" Giving herself a second squeeze and leaving her hand in her pocket just in case, Darla set off for the front of the house. Reaching the entryway, Darla hurried to the only door she found, desperate for relief. Twice more on the walk here she had had to grab her crotch in order to prevent any leaks, the spasms becoming increasingly insistent. She had a hard timestanding still as she reached for the door knob. "Thank God," she muttered as she threw open the door. Her joy turned to anguish in an instant though at what she found: a coat closet. "Shit!" she exclaimed, her hands flying down to her crotch as the most powerful spasm yet rocked her body. She clenched with all her might, but even then a brief squirt escaped into her thong underwear. Tears began to form in her eyes. "No please no," she muttered, "please don't let me wet my panties, not here, not now!" ---------- Blake silently moved into the entryway, relieved to see Darla still there and squirming through a major potty dance. He had hoped she wouldn't have moved on, but it had taken him longer than he had expected to convince John's mother that her makeup was running and she needed to reapply in the only downstairs bathroom. "As much warpaint as she puts on," he thought, "she should buy me 20 minutes easy." At the time he had hoped that was enough, but seeing the state Darla was in he knew it was plenty. He was still trying to figure out how to approach her when suddenly he heard her start muttering, pleading with some higher power to help her not wet her panties. He took that as an acceptable cue. ---------- "I'm sorry for intruding, is everything ok ma'am?" Blake asked. Darla nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance, immediately bending at the waist and clutching her crotch for dear life as she did so. Luckily she didn't think she squirted this time. Turning, she saw Blake standing there in black jeans and a red button up shirt. Her face turned beat red. "Oh um yes, everything, everything is fine," she said, badly trying to seem casual as she squirmed and grasped herself in the entryway. "I was just looking for the..." "The toilet? It is actually on the other side of the house, sorry. Would you like me to show you?" Darla's face turned even more red, stinging tears returning to her eyes. Here she was a 26 year old woman holding herself like a three year old in front of this handsome stranger who was offering to show her to the toilet like she was a kid. "Just directions are fine, thanks." Darla was barely able to keep the shake out of her voice. "You sure, it's no trouble at all. I know how confusing this house can get," Blake replied with a chuckle. "I'm sure," Darla nearly snapped, as her desperation overwhelmed her embarrassment and decorum momentarily. "Ok, my apologies, you're clearly in some distress. Just go down this hallway and turn right before the dining room. Take your second left and the bathroom is the third door on the right. Figured you'd want a path that avoided the crowd," he said with a wink. "Thank you," Darla replied, having managed to regain at least a semblance of control. She shakily walked out of the entryway, managing to resist the nearly overpowering urge to hold herself as she did so. As she made her way down the hall and out of his sight she stopped resisting, her right hand darting into her crotch and holding on for all it was worth while her left she used for balance as she tried to keep her legs as tightly pressed together as possible. The crotch of her thong still felt wet from her quick burst, but nothing felt like it was showing on the outside of her pants. She silently prayed that that brief leak into her panties would be the only one. Inside her bladder felt like it was turning into a small boulder, rock hard against her waistband as the liquid within demanded release.
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  15. 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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  16. These are new to me! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph597e41dce1720 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph598f5f865673f https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph596cbce6cb344 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph587f990434f0c https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b68ddd50bb88 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b6e3f8285032 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b68ddd500f63 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bb4cdf5bc43e https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ad8f0488ddde https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b8cdbd51a5b3 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b1c29e8b6101 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5acf9ec2cba96 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b664b117ed87 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b365b1fefcab https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5af2035c60089 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bff08b1c60dd https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bd8950bc3345 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bd8ae1cdd194
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  17. Here is a sexy new porn hub video i found. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c01f30851acb Stripping and then Full Bladder Pee - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  18. Most definitely 2,3,and 4 Number 1 ?
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  19. These are like a lightweight snug-fitting pull-up, and hold a surprising amount of pee for what they are. Best of all, I have just discovered that they also fit back-to-front well enough to not leak when I pee. Being male, and since I like to 'point upwards' when peeing in a pull-up or these pants, I usually find the front gets soaked to the point of overflowing while the padding at the rear remains dry. Not any more. I can put these on one way, soak them, then put them on the other way around. Then the material at the rear is nice and warm and squishy, while I get to wet the 'front' again. ? This is the pants on back-to-front.
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    I had almost given up on trying to find this oldie, but here it is now! 15 girls having wetting accidents in the park, some with a bit of poop. A mix of jeans, pants, shorts, and skirts. The curvy one wearing tight white ankle capris gets an honorable mention. JAV code in image.
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  21. This was quite good! Don't know if you plan on doing more, but I'd be interested in reading it if you are :3.
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  22. Around 11 hours 40 minutes is probably the longest I've gone without peeing. I went to the toilet just before leaving for school at around 8.30am, didn't go to the toilet for the whole day at school then got home at around 4.30pm needing to pee pretty badly but I wasn't really desperate. I decided to challenge myself and tried to hold on until 8.30pm, but I drank coffee and lots of juice to make it even harder and by 8pm I was almost pissing myself. I lasted until around 8.10pm before giving in and finally relieving my bladder! This was a few years ago though. Nowadays I drink so much water and tea that I'd be lucky to last longer than a few hours.
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  23. I do this sometimes, I especially love it whdn I am feeling full and it's nearly time to go home so I just hold it, it's so hot to get home desperate after a long day !
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  24. No request, just wanted to show appreciation. These are fantastic! Bulging bladders, x-rays, desperation... the whole thread is an answer to my unasked request. Also, I like the clean art-style. Lots of detail, but nothing messy. I like it. Edit: Oh yeah, also I appreciate the anatomically correct bladders. I've always been a stickler for that sort of thing ?
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  25. British however since the Brexit vote I have no sense of pride in admitting that ☹️
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  26. Aw, thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it ? Oh, I can never be too mean to my characters. We write what we need, and I need happy endings ? Thank you so much! I think you'll like this last chapter, then. Less omo, more bonding! ***Final Chapter!*** At the top of the stairs, Andre turned left, and Dean followed close on his heels. Without knocking, Andre burst through the first door. Dean sprinted across the threshold and was greeted with a remarkably familiar sight. The room itself was large, with the same high ceilings as the rooms on the first floor. A large but simply-appointed bed sat against the back wall, with a tangle of sheets and blankets. And on the floor, next to the bad, sat Braeden Holt, legs spread, pants wet, and a still-spreading puddle of urine between his thighs. “Mr. Holt?” Andre jogged across the room. “Are you-“ “Dean…” Dean’s heart rate slowed slightly at the sound of his best friend’s soft, shocked voice. “Hey, man.” “Mr. Holt,” Andre repeated, crouching down. “Are-“ “What are you doing here?” Braeden’s voice was practically a whisper. He was breathing harder than Dean was. “You have AbleCon and the closed captioning-“ Dean placed his hand on Andre’s shoulder. “I can take it from here. I’ll call if I need you.” Andre looked once from his patient to Dean, assessing the situation. Braeden was still staring in awe at the unexpected sight of his best friend; he hadn’t even acknowledged Andre’s presence. Obviously, Andre wasn’t going to be able to help much, so he concluded that it would be okay to leave Braeden in Dean’s care, at least for a bit. Assuring the pair that he’d be right downstairs, Andre left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Dean took another step forward. Braeden didn’t look like he was hurt, exactly, and Dean knew better than to force help or physical interaction on him while he was so confused. “You…the conference is in a few weeks…” Braeden insisted, his voice growing stronger. “I’m well prepared.” “The Iceland project…” “Is going perfectly, and Clara is more than competent to manage things while I’m away.” Braeden glowered, his confusion morphing into frustration. “You can’t just leave-“ “I can and I did.” Dean’s face remained neutral, but his voice was firm. “We run a spectacular company, and our project managers are brilliant. We’re well into the Icelandic rollout, the design team is working on wearables for the text projection, and I’ve had my presentation for the conference finished for over a week. And-“ he continued, talking over an attempted interruption “-the Egyptian group moved their visit to next month, so there are no collaboration meetings next week.” Braeden’s jaw jutted out slightly, and Dean could see his chest rise and fall with irritated breaths. He’d anticipated this reaction, and, if he was being honest with himself, he’d admit that he was impressed with how devoted Braeden was to his company. His reactions weren’t “How did you get here?” or “Who told you to come?” but “What about our work?” Dean let the silent staring contest go on for another minute or so. He watched Braeden’s breathing even out and his face slowly soften. He watched as Braeden came to the obvious realization that Dean knew he’d peed himself and he was still sitting in his own mess. Finally, when he deemed Braeden sufficiently non-combative, Dean opened his mouth. “Are you hurt?” The soft, earnest, and familiar voice of his best friend seemed to melt Braeden. He fought it, as Dean knew he would, but seeing the first truly familiar face in months was too much. Braeden lowered his eyes and his head, his response barely audible. “…no.” Dean took the final step forward so he was standing within arms’ reach of his friend. “Can you stand?” Rocking slightly, Braeden tested his movement. “Yes,” he whispered. Had anyone been in the room to see this brief conversation, they would not have understood the significance, but in two questions, Dean had learned everything he needed to know about the situation and how to support his best friend. Likewise, Braeden had directed the interaction to communicate exactly what he needed from Dean. Their relationship was a well-honed system. “You go shower,” Dean ordered, adopting a more authoritative tone. “I’ll clean up out here and be here when you’re done.” Braeden pushed himself to his feet. He wobbled a bit, but Dean didn’t reach out to steady him. The unspoken agreement they had reached was that Dean would call the plays but only give extra help if Braeden specifically asked for it. After steadying himself against the bed for a moment, Braeden walked slowly to his wardrobe and pulled out dry clothes. He didn’t look at Dean as he shuffled into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Dean stood guard, listening for the sound of the shower before he moved to clean up Braeden’s accident. A quick search of the hallway yielded the linen closet, and Dean grabbed a few towels to soak up the puddle. There was a damp patch on the sheets, as well, and Dean deduced that Braeden had woke up, realized he was wetting on himself, and tried to scramble out of bed, either getting tangled in the sheets or just losing his still-recovering coordination in the process, thus ending up on the ground. Dean sighed as he carried the soiled towels and sheets down to Andre to take to the laundry. He should have come sooner. Yes, he always erred on the side of trusting Braeden, of doing what he asked rather than imposing his own will on him, but really. He should have known better than to trust the insistence of a post-op brain tumor patient. Even if said patient was objectively one of the smartest men in the world. Upstairs, Dean fitted a new mattress protector and set of sheets onto the bed. The shower stopped running, but Dean didn’t expect to see Braeden right away. Instead, he settled himself on the bed and pulled out his phone, briefly researching “cerebellum” and “bladder control.” While Dean was reading, Andre brought up a tray of fruit, cheese, and pastries, along with a carafe of water and glasses. Since Braeden had slept so long, Dean promised to make sure his friend ate, then went back to his reading. Months ago, Dean had noticed Braeden’s symptoms possibly before Braeden himself did. The two had spent so much time together as friends and business partners (though, admittedly, they did both tend to spend far too much time at work) that Dean knew Braeden better than anyone else in the world. The jerky movements and uncharacteristic clumsiness had been jarring to both of them, and it hadn’t taken much to convince Braeden to see a doctor. The diagnostic and treatment processes had moved quickly. Dean had known Braeden was scared, despite his stoicism, but Braeden had been quite insistent that Dean stay in California. “Please, Dean,” Braeden had begged. “I’ll be in the best hands possible, but I won’t be able to focus on recovery if I’m worried about the company. And you know I won’t worry if you’re here.” Dean shook his head at the memory. Braeden had been sincere, staring at Dean with wide, imploring eyes. So Dean had stayed, keeping in contact with his friend digitally, trying to learn as much about Braeden’s prognosis as he shared about the company’s progress. Even though Braeden eschewed video chat – he’d explained to Dean before he left that he didn’t want to team seeing him with gauze and stitches after surgery – Dean could hear the frustration in his voice over the past few weeks as doctors refused to sign off on his return to the US. Raising his head at the sound of the bathroom door, Dean saw Braeden emerge, hair damp and mussed, holding his wet pajamas crumpled in one hand. Dean didn’t speak – not yet – but he did watch carefully, taking in his friend’s movements. Braeden had never been what one would call athletic or graceful, but he’d been confident and purposeful in his stride. Now, he moved more slowly, more deliberately. Physically, he looked far more stable than he did before the surgery, but he looked more cautious now. Diminished. And Dean knew that wasn’t just physical. For a second, Dean worried that Braeden would try to take his soiled clothes all the way downstairs, a task that Dean wasn’t sure Braeden was up to, especially since he hadn’t eaten in over 14 hours. Fortunately, Braeden simply deposited the bundle in the hamper. Dean let out a quiet sigh of relief. Still silent, Braeden made his way over to the other side of the bed and settled himself next to Dean. They weren’t touching – there were still a couple of feet between them on the king mattress – but Dean set his phone down, ready to listen. “Did you reschedule the translator for the Egyptian group?” Dean nodded, completely nonplussed by the fact that Braeden, yet again, started with shop talk. “Ebony in mechanics speaks fluent Egyptian Arabic, and Moishe in accounting has agreed to step in. Dr. Haddad assures me that most of his team speak English, but we want to make sure everyone can understand everyone else.” “Mmmm.” There were another few moments of quiet. This was how they worked; Dean hadn’t earned Braeden’s unequivocal trust by being demanding or asking intrusive questions. He just made himself available, waiting until Braeden was ready to speak. “The tumor…” Braeden began softly. “It grew into the ven-“ “Ventromedial cerebellum,” Dean finished, speaking in tandem. He also hadn’t earned Braeden’s trust by playing dumb. Both men were always up front with their knowledge of each other. “I looked it up while you were in the shower.” “I…” Braeden’s breath hitched. He worried the hem of his shirt and bit the inside of his lower lip. He took a deep breath and started again. “There were no symptoms the first few weeks,” he explained, voice steady now. “It was the week before the probable surgery. Dr. Black was just finalizing the surgical plan. He was going to do one more MRI. Everything was progressing smoothly.” Dean listened intently. He’d already surmised the gist of what Braeden hadn’t been telling him over the past few weeks – that Braeden’s tumor had grown to impinge on an area of the brain that impacted bladder control, leading to issues with continence – but the medical facts wouldn’t help him be a good friend. He needed to hear Braeden’s story. “And then…” Braeden shifted slightly, sitting up straighter against the headboard. His voice had taken on a clinical quality, a typical defense mechanism. He needed to get through this explanation, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he allowed himself to re-feel the fear and humiliation of the last couple of months. “I had an accident one morning with Andre,” Braeden narrated, still not making eye contact. “It was completely unexpected. I didn’t even feel like I needed to go.” Dean held back a gasp. He was used to reading between the lines of Braeden’s explanations, but being surrounded by veritable strangers for so long must’ve made Braeden starving for understanding. He was giving far more detail than Dean was used to. Braeden continued. “Based on the unexpected nature of the accident, Dr. Black moved up the MRI, and that’s when they discovered the protrusion into the ventromedial cerebellum. They decided to schedule surgery almost right away to minimize potential long term impact.” Braeden paused, and Dean looked over at his friend. Braeden’s head was down, and his was still winding the hem of his shirt in his fingers. He was unsure, nervous, and- “There’s really no research on ventromedial cerebellar tumors,” Braeden said softly, and Dean’s suspicions were confirmed. “ MRI studies have implicated the area in people with overactive bladders, but no one really knows why or how it works. So they really couldn’t tell me what to expect.” That was it. The uncertainty. Braeden was a scientist. He saw a problem, he developed a solution. That’s how his mind worked. When he didn’t have all the necessary variables, he became uneasy. And when those unexplained variables meant that he was at risk for wetting himself without warning… “I’ve been doing continence therapy and exercises with a urologist,” Braeden went on, “but I just…I never know what else is going to cause it.” Dean felt his eyes fill with tears. He heard the tremor sneak into his friend’s voice, and it broke his heart. “Pain? I piss myself,” Braeden’s voice was bitter and his eyes were dark. “Fatigue? I piss myself. A marginally unfamiliar subway station? I fucking piss myself!” Without hesitating, Dean reached out and stroked Braeden’s hair, tucking it behind his ear. Braeden leaned unconsciously into the touch. “I went to the hospital yesterday for a follow-up appointment,” Braeden explained, sniffling. “And Kerry – my therapist – and I took the subway on the way back to work on my stamina. I knew I had to pee, but it wasn’t bad or anything, but then the walls around the escalator were angled weird and it threw off my equilibrium.” Swiping the back of his hand under his eyes, Braeden went on. “I thought I was doing better,” he murmured. “And then I try to go out in public, and I have an accident in front of everyone in the station. And I had no idea it was coming.” He finally looked up at Dean, his eyes filled with tears. “And I have no idea how to make it stop.” “Bray…” Dean reached out and slid over, wrapping his arm around Braeden’s shoulder. Braeden crumpled, curling into his friend’s side. Dean stretched his other arm across his body, enveloping Braeden completely. He felt the smaller man trembling, felt tears drip onto his arm. Braeden never made noise when he cried. Not that he cried very often to begin with. The volume of tears and the near-violent shaking told Dean that Braeden had needed this embrace for far too long. But the time for self-excoriation was later. Now, he just had to be there for his best friend. Dean held Braeden for nearly a half hour. Braeden cried for a full fifteen minutes, exhausting himself with the emotional release. When Dean was sure he was done crying, he hand-fed Braeden some toast, keeping his promise to Andre to get some food into the tired patient. After he’d finally gotten to cry (and eat), Braeden’s breathing finally evened out. Dean kept his arms around him, and Braeden made no effort to move from the comforting embrace. “Dean?” he finally broke the silence, soft and scared. “What if it never stops?” “Oh, Bray.” Dean squeezed a little tighter, knowing that he didn’t have an answer that Braeden would like. “What if I can never figure it out?” Braeden asked, his voice still very small. “What if there’s always something else out there that could confuse my brain and make me have an accident?” Dean took a deep breath. “You know that’s a possibility, Bray,” he said gently. “It’s not likely, but I can’t honestly tell you it won’t happen. But…” Propping Braeden up into a sitting position, Dean gazed sincerely into his friend’s red-rimmed and tear-glazed eyes. “…you are a genius, Braeden Holt.” Braeden looked down, turning away slightly, but Dean cupped his chin. “There is nothing you can’t create. If you need ultra-thin, super-subtle briefs to make yourself feel safe, then you can invent them.” “But-“ “I can fabricate – or solicit, I suppose – a request from a care product company,” Dean interrupted, anticipating Braeden’s argument. “No one would know it was for you.” Braeden’s shoulders slumped. “That would take months,” he said, defeated. “What do I do until then?” “Same thing you always do, Brain,” Dean paraphrased. “You let me help.” Raising his eyes, Braeden stared into the honest, familiar face of his closest friend. All the medical expertise in the world couldn’t provide what Braeden realized he really needed. “You promise?” Dean felt a surge of affection at the earnest, innocent question. He smiled softly. “Always.” *** Dean stayed in London for another two weeks, providing much needed emotional comfort for Braeden. Within three days, he’d secured an innovation request from an incontinence product company to create thinner, less obvious absorbent underwear. Braeden drew up some specs and sent them to a newly-appointed R&D team back at JamTech, who started development. It was another month before Braeden got the OK to return to California, with the promise that he would live with Dean for at least the remainder of the year. Dean’s house was big enough that neither of the men minded the stipulation, and both honestly felt better at the idea of Braeden not living alone. With some convincing from Dean, Braeden agreed to work remotely for the first few weeks after he returned, then ease back into the office. Dean’s home, like Braeden’s, was very close to the company campus, so Braeden didn’t feel too isolated. Many days, Dean would join him, at least for a few hours, to work on projects and liaise with the teams over the phone. When Braeden did return to the office, his shy smile didn’t come close to conveying the overwhelming gratitude he felt for enthusiastic welcome party the company threw. When Dean told him later that the employees had planned it all themselves, that Dean had nothing to do with it, Braeden nearly cried. As predicted, the speed of the new absorbent underwear project didn’t quite meet Braeden’s every need. The flight back from London to LA – that Dean joined him for – was rough on Braeden’s senses. He wet himself twice, once in his sleep and once during the landing. Even in business class, their flight attendants and fellow passengers were none the wiser. Dean hadn’t even had to suggest that Braeden wear briefs for the flight; Braeden was nervous enough about being surrounded by strangers for 10 hours that he did it himself. Back in California, Braeden wore the briefs at night while he got over jet lag, but was insistent on not wearing protection during the day. He was staying at home, he insisted, so he was more than capable of managing his own bathroom schedule. Consequently, when he had an accident during an excessively long conference call with the Egyptian engineers back in Alexandria, he stormed for an entire day. Even Dean kept his distance. Still, despite the occasional setback, Braeden continued his remarkable progress. He was less frustrated under Dean’s knowing ministrations. He kept in casual touch with Andre, who would pass along the greetings of Kerry and the rest of the nursing and therapy teams. Dr. Black and Dr. Marshall would share their pride at his progress during their periodic check-ins and videoconference meetings with Braeden’s LA neurologist. And finally, when one year had passed since the surgery, Braeden sat down with Dean over a quiet steak dinner. “Dr. Black said you’d never know I had a tumor,” Braeden said, a bit sardonically. He took a sip of wine. “He said all of my numbers indicate ‘ideal’ functioning for a man my age.” He made air quotes around the word “ideal,” and Dean snorted. They both knew that Braeden wasn’t the same person he was before the tumor. He hadn’t experienced a total personality shift, of course, but a brush with mortality, however, distant, changes people. Braeden was more accepting of support and, relatedly, more enthusiastic in his support of others. He’d always been a kind boss, but now, he celebrated his employees’ successes more openly, sharing stories of people that had been helped by their technology around the world. “I’ve always thought you were the ideal man,” Dean teased, winking exaggeratedly. Braeden threw a napkin at Dean, but grinned. Dean batted the napkin away and look across the table fondly. “You’ve done great, Bray,” he said. “I know it’s been hard, but I’m so proud of you.” Braeden smiled, a sight Dean never grew tired of. “You know I couldn’t have done it without you. I mean,” he smirked, “I could have done most of it without you…” Understandably, Dean threw the napkin back at its owner. “…but no matter what I accomplished physically,” Braeden continued, “I wouldn’t have survived the way I did without you.” Dean tilted his head to the side, letting the honest compliment sink in. He raised his glass. “Well, here’s to us, then surviving one hell of a year.” Braeden mirrored Dean, clinking his own glass against Dean’s. “To us.”
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  27. For me, large bladder. One, so I dont have to go all the time, and two, so I can do a really long pee lol.
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  28. That’s a pretty big number, are you sure about that? and also why didn’t you go with 13370 mL?
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  29. I wanna see the next part
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  30. Posting the first chapter straight away, as the prologue is very short. ? CHAPTER ONE When Jake Moors married Juliet Dobson, a lot of people wondered what he was thinking. Juliet was in her forties, not what anyone would call especially attractive, and her personality, which was self-absorbed, rude, and bordering on irresponsible, did little to make up for her physical appearance. On top of that she had a teenaged daughter who, many argued, was a bit touched in the head. Jake, meanwhile, was thirty, very charming, and what most would describe as hot. Dark and muscular, just the right side of rugged. What he might see in her was a mystery to all their acquaintance, as was how she could possibly believe that someone like him would love someone like her. It was quickly decided by most, therefore, that he must have married her for her money, of which he had very little and she, thanks to a cushy job in business administration no one could fathom how she had landed, had quite a bit. Truth be told, they were likely right. What nobody considered, however, was the presence of the teenaged daughter, a cute and curvy sixteen-year-old, as an incentive rather than a hindrance. As Rosa grew, her bedwetting did not improve. If anything, it worsened, and she was often too late for the toilet even when she was awake. Her mother dragged her to many doctors, none of whom were able to find anything physically wrong with her. She finally decided that her daughter was, in her own words, retarded, and expressed frequent disgust at her inability to control her bodily functions (‘I can’t believe I’m having to change the diapers of my seven-year-old daughter! Grow up, Rosie!’). Rosa preferred to poop in a toilet. Pooping in a diaper was messy and difficult to clean up, and when she had accidentally gone in her diaper once her mother had hit her when she discovered it and had to change her. Sometimes, though, after she had learned to change herself, she would occasionally do it on purpose, just before taking a bath. It made her feel embarrassed and ashamed, and for some reason that gave her a thrill. Rosa was not ‘retarded’. She was very intelligent, but she was introverted and a bit childish, and suffered from rather severe dyslexia. Dolls were better than people. Singing was better than writing. Her classmates bullied her and called her fat, though they didn’t know she wore diapers under her clothes. She was exempt from PE. The paperwork said ‘Incontinence’. Her classmates were told that she was too sick to exercise. Soon they, too, decided that she was retarded. ‘Oh no, Uni, you have to be nice to Miss Lilly. Miss Lilly doesn’t have any friends, you see, so we’ll be looking after her from now on.’ Rosa put her new doll down in a chair opposite from Uni. The pink and white unicorn was twelve years old now, a little frayed around the edges, but it was still her favourite toy. She sat on the floor in her bedroom in her pyjamas. It consisted of a pair of fluffy, lacy white shorts and a t-shirt with a panda on it. She liked changing into her pyjamas at once when she came home from school. She felt more comfortable if she didn’t have to look too much like an adult. Her shoulder-length red hair was tied into a ponytail. Her bedroom, which was rather large, was decorated in soft pink, white, and pale yellow. The pictures on the walls were of fairies and unicorns, and there were multiple teddybears and dolls neatly sat on the bed and shelves around the room. It looked more like the room of a six-year-old than a sixteen-year-old, but that was how she liked it. It was late Friday afternoon. Her mother was working late, as she often did, but her new stepdad was there. It was weird calling Jake her stepdad, truth be told, as he wasn’t very old. She was sixteen and he was thirty. He would have been only fourteen when she was born, so realistically he couldn’t possibly have been her father, either. Currently, she was rocking back and forth. She needed to pee, and she knew she should try to use the toilet, but honestly, what was the point? She was wearing a diaper. Besides, she would probably wet herself anyway if she tried to stand up. That happened a lot. She had managed to go all day without using her diaper. She often did that as she avoided drinking at school, but she had been thirsty when she got home and had two big glasses of water. She contemplated just peeing, but rocking like this felt good too. She put down uni on the floor, and spreading her legs out a little so her diapered crotch could touch the floor, increased the vigour of her rocking. She released a little moan. She heard the door open and stopped abruptly, looking up. Jake was standing in the doorway to her room. ‘Hey, kiddo,’ he said, smiling. ‘What are you up to?’ She blushed a little, looking away. It was wrong to find your stepdad hot, she knew that, but he was wearing a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and colourful sleeve tattoos so nicely. ‘Nothing,’ she mumbled. ‘Just playing.’ He came in and sat down next to her, looking at her dolls. ‘How’s Miss Lilly settling in?’ he asked. He was the one who had bought her Miss Lilly. ‘Uni likes her,’ she said. ‘The others may need some time to get used to her.’ ‘And how about you?’ Jake asked, looking at her. ‘Do you like her?’ ‘Oh, yes!’ said Rosa quickly. ‘I really like her! I think except for Lavender she might be my favourite doll!’ She grinned. Jake was so nice to her. Much nicer than her mother. Much nicer than her mother was to him, too, she thought. He smiled happily. ‘That’s good! I’m so glad.’ He cocked his head to the side. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Um . . . yes?’ Rosa felt puzzled for a second, and then she realised that she had started to rock again. It was so hard to keep it in check, but she didn’t want to pee in front of Jake, even though she was sure he knew about the diapers. Her mother would have told him. ‘Do you need to pee?’ he asked, and she blushed crimson, looking away again. ‘You do, don’t you?’ ‘. . . No,’ she mumbled. Then, ‘Yes.’ ‘Why don’t you, then?’ he asked. ‘I don’t mind.’ There was a pause. ‘Actually, I’ve been kind of curious,’ he admitted. ‘It must feel good, just being able to go wherever you are.’ ‘I don’t,’ she said quickly, then blushed again, realising she had spoken out loud. ‘I mean . . . I don’t just go whenever. I can . . . I do make it to the toilet a lot of the time, and I don’t like . . . Not when I’m out.’ ‘Why not?’ She stared at him in confusion. ‘Because it’s embarrassing! I have accidents sometimes, but I mean, people don’t just go in front of other people.’ ‘Not even if they don’t know you’re doing it? Don’t you just want to sometimes? Just cause you can, and they would never know?’ Rosa’s heart was hammering in her chest. How could he know that? She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t lie and say she’d never thought of it. Never done it. Her silence seemed a confirmation of his suspicions, and he smiled. Carefully, tentatively, he reached out and stroked her cheek. ‘It’s okay,’ he said softly. ‘You can tell me, you don’t have to feel ashamed. You’ve done it, haven’t you? And it felt good.’ She stared furiously at the floor. Then she nodded once. ‘You can do it now if you want. You don’t have to sit there trying to hold it. I’ll bet your diaper is already a little wet.’ It was. And she did want to. ‘Come on,’ he said. ‘Stop rocking. Look at me.’ She wasn’t sure what made her do it, but she looked at him, and just as her eyes met his she let go and wet herself with a small shiver. She wasn’t sure if he could hear it or see it, but he could tell. ‘That’s it. Good girl.’ She closed her eyes. It felt so good, peeing in her diaper, his hand on her cheek, and his words. No one had ever called her a good girl before. Her mother had always berated her, called her a big baby and a retard, complained about the cost of diapers. But Jake was kind. When she had finished she opened her eyes and found him looking at her with a tender expression. ‘There. Wasn’t that nice?’ She nodded. ‘Would you like me to change you?’ She shook her head. ‘No. No, I . . . I can do it myself.’ He nodded. ‘Okay. Maybe some other time, then. I’d love to change you some day, if you want me to.’ He stood up. ‘You go get yourself changed. I’ll fix us a snack.’ He left the room. Rosa stood up. She walked out to the bathroom, her diaper heavy and wet. When she got there she took off her pyjamas, but left the diaper on a little longer, revelling in the warmth of it. Then she took it off, got into the shower, and while she masturbated, she peed a little more.
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  31. It's not too intrusive at all—I'm glad to talk about any and all aspects of my peeing habits on here. That's why I joined the site! In multi-stall bathrooms, it depends on whether anybody else is in there (or whether I think anybody else is likely to come in). If other people are present, then yes, I always sit, just because I don't want to cause a problem if anybody notices my feet pointing the wrong way under the stall. If there's only one other person in there, then I might wait a few seconds or so in case she's about to leave, because I'd really rather stand if possible. And yes, you guessed it exactly—I do indeed hold myself open even when sitting so that my stream still comes out cleanly and I don't have to wipe. I have no idea why more people don't do this, except that maybe women in general seem to think they're not supposed to touch themselves when they pee. But guys touch their penis when they pee, so why shouldn't I touch myself too?
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  32. This continues my tale about my college's business law professor, Miss Heather. While I’m a pretty good student, it was this class more than any other, that caused me at least a little concern. It was a good type of concern and I had a lot of fun with it. Miss Heather was almost twice my age at thirty five and really hot. She always dressed well, usually wearing tight skirts that barely reached her knee and always wearing heels that accentuated her long legs. During the second week of her class, I couldn’t take my eyes away from one of her animated lectures, as she moved around the front of the room, breasts bouncing in a white blouse and a tight skirt. Her antics caused me to lose control of a very obvious erection and cum in my jeans. It also might have been those very visible panty lines, of hers that were so prominently on display. I wondered what was happening to me, but there is a little more about that in chapter one of “This Very Sexy Lady”. Later in chapter two “This Very Sexy Lady": The rest of the afternoon and well into the evening our antics at the beach house continued. Heather was, so attentive and even when she was high from the wine and pot we’d consumed, made everything seem so sexy. The wetness on her swimsuit slowly dried, leaving an obvious yellow stain on that beautiful ass of hers. After a while she cuddled up on my lap and I couldn’t resist pulling the pissy crotch of her swimsuit aside and tonguing her pussy until she came. More would come later, since it was my turn to tease her for her naughtiness. After all she was still “Miss Heather”, and needed to be treated as such. Until late into the evening we did all the things that two people, totally lusting over one another, could do. She can really be a “slut" when she wants and I did whatever made her reach that level of obsession. As usual, I slept until pretty late Sunday morning, but realized Heather was up doing things around the beach house. Finally, I hear, “OK sleepy head, time to join me for breakfast”. Hungrily, I slipped on some clothes and entered the kitchen. Noticing food cooking on the gas range and smelling freshly brewed coffee I almost couldn’t wait, but way more than that was Heather. I'd say beautiful, but even more, was how she’d dressed herself. From her hair bradded in long pigtails, to her braless tits almost spilling out of a blue loose fitting blouse and wedge sandals accentuating that beautiful ass of hers. She was going to be hard to resist. The part that really got my attention, though, was the light blue pantie that peaked from below the long tails of her blouse. It clearly was my favorite, with high cut sides, a style that really looked nice on her. It took a minute, but after examining her bottom as she walked around the stove a couple of times, I noticed it wasn't a normal cotton pantie, but a girls training pantie. My curiosity was aroused. It really was a girls training pantie, made of a thick cotton, designed for a young lady having trouble controlling her bladder. The way it covered her butt and love mound was causing something to happen in my jeans and it wasn’t something I could hide either. She noticed the swelling in my pants after pouring coffee and bringing two steaming cups out to the patio. I loved the way her pantie hugged her almost swollen pussy. She put the coffee cups down and sat very close to me with her hand on my erection. We talked about our plans for the day, all the while she’d begun rocking her crossed legs. I wondered if she needed to pee. We continued our conversation as Heather decided to get more coffee. I couldn’t miss that butt of hers as she walked to the kitchen, but there was something else. Her pantie was wet around the double crotch band. Had she wet herself while playing with me. Picking up the carafe, she returned. There was no doubt, she’d peed, a wet patch nearly surrounding that sexy pussy of hers. She caught me staring. “What’s the matter, I think I know what you're looking at. Besides it’s your fault, whenever you get that big, it makes me pee a little. And anyway, this type of pantie protects the furniture if I decide to 'kind of go'. Don’t worry it’ll be OK “. Heather returned to the seat next to me but not before, I got a nice look at a now larger wet patch on her ass. The smile lighting up her face suggested there would be more. We talked about her wet ass while I reached between her legs, massaging her pussy, whispering in her ear how much her wetting turned me on. I wanted to know why she was wearing “girls training panties” and why she’d decided to just pee in them. What came next surprised me, evidently her wetting on herself really had nothing to do with me and everything to do with her own “thing” as she put it. Needing to know more, “Heather how long have you been wetting your pants?” Her answer next.
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  33. Its a great video! But I find it weird that the "uploader" is marketing it as her stuff. That video was from a user on Tumblr who used to upload pretty good content. She has since disappeared unfortunately :(
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  34. It's fine if it's not a lie. In movies and shows, obviously it's fake, but it can still turn me on because it's a part of a story I already care about. If it's porn, some random women trying to pass it off as real, then they pee for six seconds? Nooooo thank you.
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  35. Prove me wrong, I'm proven wrong. Apologies! I've honestly never seen a door like that before.
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  36. So after my run today I really had to pee while I was stretching, so I wet my pants. I was wearing black so I really didn't think it would show. I have other running pants that show pretty much nothing. I had to stop and get gas and the credit card wasn't working so I had to go inside to pay. I really didn't think it was noticeable so I walked in like always.... I walked by a few people that must have noticed, but it wasn't until I noticed the lady behind the counter starring that I realized there was an issue. The pic tells the story!!
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  37. With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised) Sadness. It seemed like no matter where Mikhail went, it was always hanging in the back of his mind. The sights he saw in his travels hadn’t helped; if there wasn’t a village burned to cinders by roaming bandits, it was leveled completely by an aegis hell-bent on Alrest’s destruction. Even here in the comparatively-untouched Aletta region of Torna, there was a noticeable tension in the air. The army stationed here in the harbor, all personally hand-picked by Prince Addam himself, seemed too focused on the looming war ahead to find reasons to relax and smile. But then there was the party that the boy found himself traveling with. They were set on defeating Malos, a task that sounded impossible, yet they still laughed and chatted like everything was fine. He didn’t know if they were brave, or just idiots. Still, with their strength, they were probably the best group to be with in the middle of all the chaos. “Oi, Mik! You coming?” Mikhail looked over to Milton, the Gormotti boy who called him. Even this early in the morning, before most of the army had gotten up, Milton was bright-eyed, perky-eared, and smiling. Mik had no clue where that energy came from, but it was still better than being a sad grump, he supposed. “Yeah, I’m coming,” Mikhail replied. He let out a yawn as he walked through the camp. “You sleep well there?” asked Milton. “Guess so.” Mik rubbed a bit of sleep out of his eye. “I don’t get why we had to sleep in a tent. Addam has a big house right there.” He looked up to the manor that loomed over the camp, proof of his success and status on the Tornan titan. “There’s already loads of people sleepin’ in there,” said Milton. “Mostly kids and sick or hurt folk. You can’t walk two steps without bumpin’ into someone.” “I mean, we’re kids, too.” “You saying you can’t handle a little camping out, Mik?” Milton had a playful smile. “N-Not what I meant!” Mik shook his head. As mature as he may have been, he was still just a kid. “Heh heh, well, I don’t mind it myself,” continued Milton. “I’ve gotten used to camping outside since I met Addam. Sometimes, we’re out in the fields so long, I almost forget what a bed feels like.” Mik sighed. “Must be really tiring following a guy like him around all the time.” “Sure is, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in all of Alrest.” “Really?” Mikhail looked at Milton and saw the contentment in his eyes. “You sure put a lot of faith in him.” Milton stopped and turned to him just as they went underneath the arch of a stone gateway. “Well, why wouldn’t I? If you saw the things he’s done like I have, you would think he can do anything, too!” “Anything… You mean like stop Malos?” Milton looked Mikhail right in the eyes and raised a confident fist. “If anyone in Alrest can stop Malos, it’s Addam. I’d swear my life on it!” Mikhail had to admit, he almost felt convinced just from that. Still, he found it hard to believe. Could a human even as supposedly great as Addam really stand up to something that destroyed an entire titan without breaking a sweat? “If you say so,” said Mikhail with a shrug. “Just stick with us and you’ll see for yourself, I promise.” “Boys, over here!” As if on cue, a strong voice caught the boys’ attention. They turned and saw Addam himself waving them over, an invitation they could not refuse. They jogged up to him and talked. Mikhail could not recall the exact conversation, since it was mostly between Addam and Milton. It was the usual pleasantries and whatnot, phrases like “stiff upper lip” were said, whatever they meant. Before long, they were joined by the rest of their group: Lora, Jin, Haze, Mythra, and Brighid. The other two, Hugo and Aegeaon, were off elsewhere on official Ardainian business. Some things just couldn’t wait even with the whole world at stake, Mik supposed. “Right, hope everyone slept well, because we have a big day ahead of us,” declared Addam with his usual go-getter smile. “Like I said last night, our main priority today is gathering food to help relieve the current shortage.” “Errand boy duty again. Can’t hardly wait,” said Mythra, crossing her arms and looking away. “Sorry if it’s not the most glamourous task in the world,” continued Addam, “But this is war. We have a responsibility to the people fighting under us.” “I’m okay with it,” chimed in Lora, “Jin and I both know what it’s like to have to go hungry. If I can keep that from happening to others, I’m happy enough.” Jin punctuated this with a nod. “With His Majesty gone and the bridge to the capital out, we may as well do all that we can for the militia here,” said Brighid, her voice elegant as always. “Fine,” shrugged Mythra, “Someone’s gotta look after you all out there, I guess.” “Besides,” Milton looked at Mythra, “It wouldn’t look good if the Aegis herself is just sittin’ around letting her bum get fatter.” Mythra turned to him with a glare. “And what are you doing staring at my butt?” “Can’t help it, you know. I have to make sure I don’t run into it and suffocate by accident.” Milton could hardly keep himself from cracking up at his own jokes. “E-Excuse me!?” Mythra’s cheeks turned red, her expression a mix of shock and anger. “Look out!” Milton already started running away, smiling all the while. “Don’t let the Aegis sit on you! You’ll wish for Malos to shoot you dead!” “Y-You are so dead!” yelled Mythra, giving chase. “Get back here, you little perv!” “Wait, Mythra!” called Addam, but his voice fell on deaf ears. The rest of the group stood back and watched the silliness taking place. Lora and Haze put a hand over their mouths to hide their giggling, while Jin and Brighid both shook their heads. Mikhail merely put his hands behind his head and sighed. Just another morning with these people, he thought to himself. Still, he couldn’t say he hated the silliness. At least it was something to distract from all the misery around them. Soon enough, they’d be getting right back to work, and he would follow them around the world as always. Today hopefully wouldn’t be too tiring, though. It was just gathering food; how bad could that be? “Nngh…” Mik couldn’t help but groan a bit while he rooted through another patch of weeds in Aletta’s overgrown fields. He had plenty of reasons to voice his displeasure. Gathering food had turned out to be a tedious task; he and Milton couldn’t help with hunting the wild animals in the region, so they were stuck with hanging back and searching for edible plants. That was also easier said than done, as the particular fruit they needed grew underground, with vines that looked only slightly different from the surrounding weeds. After a few hours under the sun, he was ready to be done with this. But most of his grunt came from one nuisance in particular. For much as he had been through in his life, Mikhail was still just a kid, with a bladder capacity to match. A few hours was enough for the pressure to reach the point where he could no longer ignore it. There was no point in putting it off any longer. He would have to let someone know he needed to pee, so they could stand guard while he handled his business. It was a bit demeaning at first, but with all the dangerous people and creatures running amok, the grown-ups made it clear that they couldn’t take any risks with them being on their own. Mikhail grunted as he stood back up, feeling the pressure shifting in his groin. He looked for Jin or Addam to be nearby so he could get this over with. “Having any luck over here?” Instead, he found Milton walking up to him, hands as empty as his. “Not really.” Mik shook his head. “It’s all weeds here.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “Who’d have thought finding food for an army would be so tough, am I right?” “Or take so long…” Mikhail rubbed one leg with the other to soothe his aching muscles and bladder. “You okay?” asked Milton, leaning in and looking concerned. “Mmm, kinda.” At first, Mik thought of not saying anything, but what did he have to hide? They were boys in the middle of nowhere, who really cared about modesty? “I gotta pee,” he told Milton. Milton’s eyes widened a little. “What? It’s not a big deal,” said Mik. “N-no, I know that,” Milton quickly replied. “It’s just that… I know the feeling.” It was then that Mikhail noticed something off about Milton. The boy’s eyes had lost a bit of the carefree brightness behind them. His frown had a bit of strain to it, and his body seemed quite tense as well. It didn’t take a genius or even a grown-up to figure out why. “You too?” Milton nodded. “Been holdin’ onto it since a little after we started. I could really use a wee break myself.” As he spoke, his left leg rubbed over his right. At least I’m not alone, Mikhail thought. He had half-expected Milton to brag about being able to hold it all day, so to hear him admit his need was a little refreshing. That, and they a had better chance of getting a break with two kids asking instead of just him. “Come on, let’s go ask Jin or Addam to watch for us,” said Mikhail, turning and stepping away. “W-Wait, we can’t do that!” Mik stopped in his tracks and turned around, seeing Milton looking even more worried. “Why not?” he asked. “We’d be interrupting their work, that’s why,” said Milton. “We just have to wait for Addam to call a break. He always does at least once or twice in the day.” Mikhail crossed his arms. “That makes no sense. They’re just getting food, I’m sure they can take a couple minutes away from that.” “I know they could…” Milton shook his head. “It’s just, we can’t make ourselves a burden to them.” “And why not?” “Look at it this way,” Milton started, looking over to the adults as they went about gathering food. “We’re just kids, you and me. We can’t do a lick of fighting, so they have to look out for us out here.” “So?” Milton looked at the gang in front of him as they all rooted about in the ground. Lora and Haze compared veggies with a smile, Jin and Addam were off on their own, and Mythra and Brighid were apparently having a contest as to who could look the most annoyed. “So, if they start seeing us as burdens, they might want to leave us behind at a camp while they keep heading towards Malos.” He raised a fist and turned to Mik. “And I don’t want to sit around at a camp while they’re out there. I want to be right with them for the whole thing.” Mik frowned as he watched the others go about. Jin and Lora caught his glance especially, the first two people in a long time that made Mikhail feel like he wasn’t alone in this big, uncaring world. Much like Milton was with Addam, Mik felt the most content being at their side. He didn’t want to be stuck in some camp with people he didn’t know, possibly never to see those two again. But he couldn’t dismiss Milton as being ridiculous, either. Malos was nothing like the monsters and bandits their team had battled thus far. If he was going to prove that he deserved to stay, it would have to be as soon as he could. “Fine, I’ll try to hold it,” Mik relented. “Thanks, Mik.” Milton smiled. “Addam will call for a break soon, I’m sure of it.” “I hope you’re right,” said Mikhail. Already, his bladder felt heavier at his decision, but he tried his best to hide it. If it meant not being separated from his companions, he would do whatever it took. How hard is it to find food for one meal? As the group walked through more weeds to what felt like the twentieth spot to gather ingredients, Mikhail felt thankful that everyone’s attention was elsewhere. That way, he could hang back to hide his stiff walking and occasional hand placed between his legs. But even this provided little comfort to him now. This was the closest he had been to reaching his limit in a long time, and it felt every bit as painful and stressful as one would think. The few glances he took of Milton showed him that he felt the same way. The lad kept biting his lower lip and looking over to any rock, tree, or tall patch of grass, anywhere he could rush over to and hose down before soaking his overalls. This is stupid, Mikhail scolded himself, They’re not stopping anytime soon. Just tell them you gotta go already! Shaking his head, he steeled himself before opening his mouth to say just that. “Wait, look over there!” Lora beat him to breaking the relative silence. Mikhail whimpered a little bit, letting the question die in his throat. Everyone else stopped and turned to where Lora pointed. Not far from them were a handful of birdlike, bipedal monsters, all trying to pull a couple bulky containers along the ground. “Are those tirkin?” asked Haze. “It would seem so,” said Brighid, “But what could they be pulling? Addam’s smile dropped to a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the militia!” “Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora, winding up her braid around her hand. “Want me to call a beam down on them?” asked Mythra as a glow started to form on her circlet. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.” “And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” spoke Brighid. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the resistance, not less.” The glow faded. “Just a suggestion,” Mythra pouted. “We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, already stepping forward and unsheathing his nodachi. “Agreed.” Addam pulled his sword out, with the rest of the party following suit. He then turned to Mik and Milton, who both stood up tall and rigid with their hands at their sides. “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.” “Y-Yes sir, M-Mister Addam, sir!” Milton replied like a private at boot camp. The instant all the grown-ups turned around and left to fight, the boys dropped their brave faces and shoved their hands to their groins. “Ah, that was too close!” Milton bemoaned. Mikhail had to agree, and he didn’t want to risk it any longer. “Come on, now’s our chance!” he said to Milton. “Our what?” Milton raised an eyebrow. “Let’s go while they’re busy fighting! I’m not waiting anymore!” Milton opened his mouth as if to object, but no objection came. Instead, he looked to the group, already in the midst of battle, then back to Mik, then to somewhere in between. “O-Okay, over there!” He nodded towards a small rock wall with an uphill incline next to it. It was a bit of a jog, but it would hide them from view long enough to do what they needed to do. It might have been against Addam’s orders, but with a chance for relief so close, Mikhail wasn’t complaining. “Then let’s go!” he declared, rushing off at once. The run to the spot took only a few seconds, but each one felt like minutes to Mik and Milton. Knowing that they would finally be peeing in a few seconds made both of their bladders subconsciously prepare to empty. By the time they reached the wall, they were both squirming with their hands crammed between their legs. “Ooh, I can’t wait!” said Milton while fumbling with the zipper at the crotch of his overalls. “I feel like I could explode!” “Me too!” Mikhail said. He was quite happy that his clothes were simple to get out of the way. Just pull his pants down a little, lift up the shirt, take aim, and- “Reeeee!” A shriek from above shoved all thoughts of peeing out of each boy’s head. They jumped back and went wide-eyed with panic at the sight of three tirkins standing on the rocks above them, each with a weapon drawn. “Ah, run!” yelled Milton, zipping his overalls back up while Mikhail flipped his tunic down. It was already too late. The tirkins leapt down, one landing in front of the boys and the other two at the sides. Just like that, they were surrounded with no escape. With their bodies trembling out of fear instead of a need to pee, the boys backed up on instinct until they hit the stone wall, the monsters creeping in all the while. “W-What do you want with us?” Mikhail tried to stand up tall and put on a brave face, though there was no hiding the quiver in his voice. “We don’t have anything you can take.” “Rah! No take, only hurt!” yelled the tirkin in front. “But w-why hurt us?” stammered Milton. “Your friends hurt tirkin friends! We hurt you now!” It stepped forward with a spear pointed forward, it’s comrades doing the same. Mikhail could only look at the tip of the crude spear as it inched closer to him. Was this really how he was going to die? Killed by a random monster just because he chose peeing over staying safe? And not long after he found people he actually liked in this world, too. Oh well, he supposed, if he had to go, it probably wasn’t the worst way. His only regret was that someone else would be dying right next to him. But just before the spear could reach them, a sharp, chilling wind sliced through the air. The spear’s tip shattered from the handle, and the tirkin fell backwards onto its bottom with a yelp. “Wha!? Who turn down temperature!?” yelled another monster. A crack from a fiery braid across the face helped warm it back up. “What happening!?” The third tirkin managed to cry out before a gust of wind blew it back, sending it tumbling through the grass. It all happened so fast, Mikhail wasn’t sure that it was actually happening at first. However, the sight of Jin, Lora, and Haze rushing up and putting themselves in front of the beasts. Rescue had come, and he could not be happier for it. “If you value your lives, you will flee and not attack us again,” declared Jin in a combat stance. As the tirkin collected themselves, they took the warning to heart and ran with their tails between her legs. “Tirkin not forget this!” the lead one yelled as he ran the fastest. Once they were out of sight, the adults put their weapons away and turned to the kids. Haze and Lora came up to them and Lora asked, “Are you alright?” “Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail, avoiding eye contact. It wasn’t entirely truthful; he may have been unhurt, but he was quickly remembering the reason he came here, and how little time he had left before the pressure finally overwhelmed him. “I’m glad to hear that,” came Addam’s voice as he walked up with the rest of the crew in tow. He crossed his arms and cast a set of stern parental eyes on them. “But what were you doing all the way over here? I thought I told you to wait back behind us.” “Um, a-about that, Mister Addam,” Milton tried to speak with a clear tension on his face. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-” “We gotta pee!” Mikhail’s outburst brought open mouths and wide eyes to the whole group. He was far past caring about that, however, as he squeezed his legs together and hunched over without shame. He could endure this little embarrassment if it meant not pissing himself right there. “It’s true!” said Milton next to him, grabbing his groin and putting one knee in front of the other. “We were just gonna pop off real quick, but then those monsters jumped us and-” “Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up, and the boys fell silent, though they still squirmed in place. He turned to the others and said, “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!” “Er, good idea,” said Lora, scratching her cheek while she headed off. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Jin as he followed behind. While the rest of them dispersed, Addam turned to the boys as he walked away. “I’ll be nearby if you need me,” he said before disappearing behind the rock. “Th-Thank you, Mister Addam!” Milton said while fumbling with his zipper again. Mik had nothing more to add, so he went right to lifting up his tunic and loosening his pants. He had precious few seconds before it would come shooting out, and he wasn’t wasting them. Before long, both boys were facing the rock wall, their pants undone and privates aimed forward. It was there that Mikhail realized how close they stood next to each other, letting the open air mingle with places it normally didn’t. The awkwardness spread downwards, halting his stream from starting for a couple extra seconds, and judging by the lack of peeing from Milton, his friend probably felt the same way. But before he could take a step away, the moment passed, and two golden trickles spilled out onto the ground, both building into a steady and powerful stream that trailed up the rock until it reached a height halfway between the boys’ knees and hips. A noisy splatter reached their ears as their pee hit full power, both of them letting it fly without shame. It didn’t take long for the dirt at the base to become saturated with pee, and a puddle grew out, stopping short of their shoes. At first, neither Mikhail nor Milton could think of anything but how glad they were to finally relieve their overfilled bladders. Milton was more vocal with his relief, letting out a long, loud moan and lifting his head up, his ears leaning back as if an invisible hand was patting him. Mikhail only closed his eyes and sighed, but he was smiling all the way on the inside. All that struggling had built up to this nice release, and he was content to stand there and ride it all the way out in peace. “Huh, would you look at that?” Milton’s words made Mik open his eyes. He first turned to his friend, then followed his gaze down at where their piddle struck the rock. He, too, found himself mesmerized by what he saw: with the sun hitting this side of the rock, the parts of the wall covered in their urine gained an odd gleam, not quite like a valuable mineral, but still satisfying to look at in a weird way. As Mik looked on, something inside stirred him to move, perhaps out of his boyish instinct. He turned his hips left and right, coating more of the wall and making a bigger shiny area. Seeing it grow bigger with his own pee felt strangely pleasing, motivating him to keep covering more and more. “Gonna paint the whole rock there?” Until Milton reminded him that he wasn’t alone. Suddenly, Mikhail became quite shy, bringing his sway to a complete stop. Great, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo now. “It works better if you start up higher, like this!” Out of the corner of his eye, Mikhail noticed Milton’s stream going upwards. He couldn’t resist looking over and finding out why. Milton had leaned back a bit and lifted his boyhood, the arc now rising above his stomach. True to his word, his part of the rock was coated quicker, with the urine covering the gaps as it ran down. Guess he’s a weirdo, too, Mik thought as he looked at Milton’s unashamed grin while he played with his pee. Still, he couldn’t blame the kid; in the short time he had known Milton, he had seen how he wanted to keep things fun, even in such dark times. It reminded him a bit of Lora, always smiling and optimistic no matter what. In any case, Milton wasn’t bothered with a little pee play, so Mikhail decided he may as well join back in. Leaning back just like him, Mik pointed his privates up, raising his stream’s trajectory and hitting the wall above stomach-height. Chuckles followed as the two went about marking the rock as best they could. It was a small respite from their tough life, and they would enjoy it while it lasted. Not much longer, and both boys reached the end of their pee, the streams hitting lower until they fell onto the ground, then stopping off after a couple last spurts. They each shook out the remaining drops, then tucked themselves back into their clothes, modest again. “I think we did a fine job, wouldn’t you say?” said Milton as he admired their work. At the end, just about every part of the wall they could reach was covered up to belly-height. The shine made the rock look practically radiant in the sun now. Mik paid little mind to it, however. With his bladder empty, he was free to think of other stuff again, and they weren’t happy thoughts. He had embarrassed himself in front of the whole group. Even if he hadn’t actually wet himself, it was more reason for them to think of him as a burden. He let out a small grunt in frustration at his failure. “I know the feeling,” he heard Milton say next to him. The boy’s goofy smile had gone, weighed down by the same facts that Mikhail had realized. “I guess we have some explaining to do now.” “Let’s just get this over with,” said Mikhail. The boys left their “art” behind, Mik leading the way. As they rounded the corner, neither of them could look Addam in the eyes when he turned around, even with his gentle smile and understanding eyes. “You boys alright? You look rather glum for someone who just avoided hosing their trousers,” said Addam. “W-We’re fine, Mister Addam,” said Milton, “But we’re awful sorry for running off like that. We just couldn’t hold it any longer.” Addam shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, Milton. I’m mostly the one to blame for this mishap. We had gotten into a rhythm, and I had forgotten about pacing ourselves with a break.” He then rubbed his chin and said, “But still, if it was that bad, you could have piped up about it. We would have kept an eye for you both, you know.” “Aye, we know.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “But it’s just… well, you see…” “We didn’t want to be burdens.” Much like Mikhail’s previous outburst, this brought another confused look from Addam. “Burdens? What do you mean?” he asked. Milton sighed. “We just wanted to show we could still hang in there with you all, and that you wouldn’t have to… leave us behind before we got close to Malos.” Mikhail could see Milton’s body deflate more as he uttered those words, so much so that it weighed him down as well. Even when sold as a slave, he could scarcely recall a moment where he felt more pathetic than this. “I must admit, I’m still perplexed by this,” said Addam, rubbing her chin. “Where in Alrest did you get the idea that we thought you both as burdensome?” Both boys looked up almost as dumbfounded as Addam was. “M-Mister Addam?” mumbled Milton. “Milton, you’ve been with me for, what is it, three years now? Surely, you would know better than that,” said Addam with a patient smile. “We have to keep an extra eye out for you both, sure, but we do so because we want to, not because we have to.” Mikhail had to blink a couple times before responding. “You mean you actually want us around?” “Of course we do!” came Lora’s voice, getting the three’s attention. They found that she wasn’t alone, either; the rest of the gang followed behind her, their focus on the boys giving them more reason to blush. “You don’t have to fight monsters to help out,” said Haze. “Just by walking and laughing and smiling with us, you’re reminding us of why we’re fighting in the first place.” “That, and if we were gonna ditch you guys, I’m sure it would’ve already happened,” Mythra added. “Mythra,” said Addam like a parent chastising their child. “What?” Mythra crossed her arms. “I’m just trying to help and stuff.” Mikhail had to lower his head to hide the blush growing on his cheeks. People actually wanted him, not just as cheap slave labor, but as a companion. It was a foreign feeling, and he didn’t fully know what to make of the emotions stirring within. But he at least had to do one thing. Lifting his head up, Mikhail looked right at the group. “Th-” “Thanks a bunch, you guys!” It was Milton’s turn to interrupt. Stepping forward and showing his reddened face, he went on without shame. “We’ll make this up to you all somehow. We’ll…” his eyes drifted about for a moment. “We’ll do the cooking tonight! With all the stuff we’ve been gathering today!” Mikhail realized his mouth was still open, so he closed it. “Y-Yeah, what he said,” he added. He put it better than I could’ve, anyway. “Ha ha, I look forward to whatever you whip up!” Addam said, placing a hand on Milton’s shoulder. In response, the lad closed his eyes and smiled, looking like a kitten enjoying a good petting. “Great,” said Mythra, bringing the moment to an end. “So now that we’re done here, can we please get back to finding all this junk?” “Actually, I have a better idea,” said Addam. “I think we’ve earned ourselves a little rest first. Take some time to snack, catch your breath, or do whatever else you need to.” “With pleasure!” Haze declared, grabbing onto Lora’s arm. “Er, right…” Lora gained a blush. “We’ll just… be over there somewhere if anyone needs us. Would you mind coming with us, Brighid? We’ll need a lookout for… reasons.” “If... I must,” said an expressionless Brighid. As the trio departed, with Lora and Haze having a certain tension to their walk, Mythra scoffed and turned around. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” The men stared with open mouths and raised eyebrows as Mythra walked away. “Now what could be her problem?” Milton wondered aloud. Mikhail shrugged and glanced away, turning his attention to the sky and cloud sea towards the east. He should have felt frustrated and embarrassed after this ordeal, but he didn’t. Instead, he was oddly at peace with everything at the moment. Maybe it was because he didn’t have that painful pressure to worry about now, he wondered. He certainly hadn’t had a whiz like that in a long time. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to share that feeling with before, nor did he have people to look forward to when he was done. Mikhail knew now that this group was one-of-a-kind, and there was nowhere in Alrest he would rather be. Maybe it wouldn’t last, and their world was destined to be destroyed, but he couldn’t dwell on that. For now, all he could do was be content with where he was for as long as it lasted.
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    A lovely slightly androgynous woman pees her pantyhose and then plays with herself. Enjoy, Rach p.s. from PH.
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  39. I really want to wet a cosplay. But need to think of something I want to put together. And I feel if I am gonna go though the expense. Might do it with something I'm gonna wear more often and not just wet once or twice.
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  40. Here you go ? Thicc Japanese MILF Squirt on Spycam (HQ) - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  41. Replying to OP; because it's boring. Yeah, that's right, nudity is boring. After seeing so many naked girls in porn they all kind of start looking the same and you start looking for things that set each other apart. Their body eventually stops being one of them. It also sort of detracts from a situation which would otherwise be far more sexually arousing. You can't do public humiliation/desperation videos (even if staged) if your subject is nude from the get go. The situation has suddenly become one that is far less to resemble something that would otherwise occur in reality and the "relate-ability " factor is pretty much completely gone. These might sound weird but they're very important to me and I suspect they are for others as well. And I also really like with clothed desperation seeing the subject her clothes off and reveal whatever she was wearing underneath. It's like the cherry on top, or the unwrapping of a Christmas present. When it comes to nudity, seeing less really is more in the end.
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  42. Poor her

    Laura is heading to the movie theatre. There's a new guy in her class, really cute, so she didn't hesitate when he asked her out. They're gonna watch a film and have dinner afterwards. She hugs the guy, John, as they enter the theatre. They're gonna see the new Mission Impossible, which - including preshow commercials - is gonna take 3 hours. "Can I get you anything to drink", John asks. "Cola please", Laura answers. John orders two large colas and a gigantic popcorn for the to share and they make their way to the seats. After an hour and a half, it's break time and Laura - feeling a small twinge in her bladder - debates whether she should use the toilet. But holding John's hand, she decides to wait and get to know him better. After fifteen minutes the film resumes for its final 90 minutes. After the film ends, the two get up to go to the restaurant they made a reservation. Laura's bladder is now quite full, and she decides to stop at the bathroom. But seeing the line in front of it, she quickly changes her mind. "I'll go at the restaurant", she thinks to herself. But while walking over to the restaurant, the two get wound up in a conversation and she doesn't want to stop it just to use the loo. They order food and drinks, Laura has a glass of wine and they share a bottle of water. Laura is absolutely spellbound, listening to John talking about his life. She manages to hide her desperation quite well, constantly shifting her legs under the table, but keeping her upper body still. The two share their first kiss just as their first course arrives. They slowly eat it and as their plates are cleared after 20 minutes, Laura knows she won't be able to hold on much longer. She excuses herself and races to the toilets. Gravity isn't her friend and she discretely holds herself through her dress. Her black dress that is showing off her big boobs and nice ass. Seeing the toilets, she leaks a little into her black knickers. She desperately tries to open the door, but it's locked. "Occupied", a woman says through the door. Pee-pee dancing, Laura tries to hold on to her aching bladder. But as she hears the door unlocking, trickles of pee run down her legs, into her shoes with heels and onto the floor. She quickly moves into the stall and hikes her dress, her knickers are already soaked. With them still on, she sits on the toilet emptying her bladder and softly crying. Once her bladder is empty, she debates what to do. She's utterly emberassed, but also really likes John. So she eventually decides to go back to him. "What happened", John asks seeing Laura visibly upset. "I think honesty is very important, so I well tell you," she says as she starts to tell the story. "If you think I'm gross and you wanna leave now, you can. I understand", she finishes. "Don't worry. I'll be honest too, I think it's kinda cute", John says. "Really?", Laura asks surprised. "Yeah, and you're way to hot and kind to leave you because of it", he answers. Relieved, Laura calms down a bit. The rest of the date goes wonderful and Laura asks if John wants to come to her place to hang out some more. "My parents aren't home, so it's just me and my sister", she says. John doesn't hesitate at all and they head to Laura's home. There, they both take the opportunity to relieve their bladders. After a while, they head to Laura's bedroom where things get more intimate. TO BE CONTINUED
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  43. Zone Pink

    You ruined it.
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  44. It’s been a while since I was caught up in such a desperate situation as yesterday. So I went to China on an exchange programme last year and I really enjoyed it. I made a lot of dear friends, and for the coming two weeks, I’m back there again to visit my friends and relatives for a quick holiday. My flight to China was pleasant enough. I came from Australia where the weather is cool, but summer is approaching in China so I went to the bathroom to change out of my autumn clothing as the plane was nearing its destination. By then, I was already feeling an urge to pee. In the bathroom I wrestled in the tiny cubical, squeezing out of my jeans, and changing into my shorts and T shirt. For a second I considered whether I should pee then and there, but I was clutching an armful of clothes and I figured I could pee once I was off the plane. The plane slowly closed in on the airport, and by the time it had landed I was pretty desperate to pee, and my legs felt a little jelly from the urge. After going through immigration and grabbing my luggage, I was dragging two suitcases (a girl needs her clothes!) and my handbag, and there were lines at the girl’s bathroom. I had to pee pretty badly but I didn’t want to pee while carrying so much stuff and I was confident I could hold it in till I reached the hotel where I was staying. After making this terrible decision I went to take a taxi. The taxi lines were long and it took another 15 minutes till I finally got my taxi. I needed to pee pretty badly and I was already starting to regret my decision. All the juice I drank on the plane was flowing to my bladder, and I found myself unable to stand still. I put my whole weight on my vagina, pressing against the suitcase handle, and it made the wait bearable. The taxi driver was a 40 year old looking guy. He said his back trunk was full so I had to put my suitcases at the backseat, while I sat at the front. We then set off to my hotel. The urge to pee grew and grew, and I was absolutely bursting to pee. The taxi driver seemed very interested in me and kept talking to me, asking me about where I’m from and what I’m doing in China, but I was so desperate I couldn’t quite focus on his talking. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could to hold it in. I considered telling the taxi driver to stop by for a while so I could pee, but I was too shy to tell some random dude I needed to pee. The hotel was further than I thought, and the driving took forever. A car cut in land and the driver stopped the car with a jolt. The seatbelt pressed on my bladder so hard I felt a huge pressure on my pee hole, and I had to clutch my vagina to hold my pee in. The driver asked if I was ok, and I realized I was becoming pretty obvious, so I told him I really needed to pee, and asked if he could let me off so I could find a bathroom. He assured me that we were ‘almost there’. While he drove on he kept saying how holding my pee is unhealthy, but I couldn’t help but notice how he kept leering at my legs as I held myself. I was trying to avoid holding myself in front of him but I was just too desperate. It was around 7:00 pm then and people were going home from work. As you might expect, there was a lot of traffic. I think after 15 minutes later I couldn’t take it anymore, and I suddenly burst out ‘我要尿出來啦’ (I’m going to pee) and I started crying. I didn’t, of course, pee, but I was so desperate every second felt like I was about to lose control. I was literally bouncing on my seat in desperation, and I didn’t want to pee myself in a taxi. I begged the driver to let me off for a while so I could find a toilet, but he just kept saying we’re almost there. Part of me suspected he was enjoying the show, and if he were I knew he would just drive till I peed myself. But there was nothing I could do in that position. My best hope was to keep holding it. The taxi seemed to drive on forever. My shorts were really tight, and my bladder was so full that I undid my button in hopes of giving it some ‘space’. Eventually, the taxi stopped at a traffic light, and right outside the window was a public bathroom! I told the driver to stop for a while so I could pee, but he kept saying he couldn’t stop at a traffic light. I was so desperate to pee I considered bolting out the car for the toilet, but I couldn’t leave all my luggage in the car and risk the driver driving off. I looked longingly at the toilet as the lights changed and we drove off. I was on the brink off peeing myself, and so I yanked my shorts off, and told the driver I’m about to pee in his car. He quickly pulled out a bottle and told me too pee in it. As I was opening the bottle pee was already gushing out. I tried my best to aim and I peed until I had almost completely filled the bottle, which was a large one. I cleaned myself up and put my shorts back on. We finally arrived, and after i unloaded all my stuff the driver drove off. Hopefully I’ll never have to see him again.
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  45. Should I add this to the list of "Things I wanna see translated but will probably never happen"?
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  46. japan omorashi collection

    Which anime is the gif with the thigh-highs from?
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  47. I had a co-driver on delivery runs and she had to pee a lot. The way the boss timed the end of the print job made it so we had no time to stop and pee or eat or "sightsee and lollygag around" (as he put it). If the job was late, our pay was docked. One job was 2 :30 hours away (door to dock). He usually had us loaded with 2:20 minutes before the deadline. When I was by myself, peeing in a Gatorade jug worked to alleviate the pressure. When I had a co-driver (for multiple deliveries or longer deliveries) it was hard not to pee myself. The 230 run (as we called it) was a routine deliver, unload, pee, drive through food, and back (or onto another stop). The bathroom was a one person, two toilet (no divider) room. We'd usually take turns, but one time she came in after me; dropped pants; and peed forever. I sat beside her and (after pushing my erection down, mostly) peed with her. Both of us moaned releif when we had finished. The drive back was very quiet. Our next run was three weeks away. When I was preparing the truck, I noticed she had a backpack behind the seat. Then we got caught up in finishing the print run and loading the truck. It was her turn to drive the first leg this time. There was a lot of construction on I-85, which meant a lot of bumps, sudden stops, and my bladder began to ache. I was shifting and squirming. For once, she did not seem to be complaining she had to pee. I suppose it was my turn. I did think I noticed her smiling a lot. We were about 2/3 of the way there and hit a drop. I shoved my hand into my crotch. She said to grab her bag from behind the seat. I did and she had diapers inside and an empty gatorade bottle. "You can use either, but the bottle may be better since you are bursting to go." I looked at her. "You have an iron bladder. i have a microbladder." (I didn't notice.) "If it helps, I won't look..." she smiled. I got out the bottle and took off the cap. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. Getting myself into the bottle was OK, Angling my penis was harder. I had to lean over onto the dash to even get close to a good angle. I froze and was there at the point where you HAVE to go but can't. There was no water to run. My co-worker was watching me pee into a bottle. We hit another bump and I started filling the bottle. Oh gods that felt good! When I finished, she watched me take myself out of the bottle and cap it. I double bagged it and grabbed the handi-wipes. I told her thanks. With less than 2 minutes to spare, we made the run. We both walked in together to the bathroom. I watched her drop her pants and take off her diaper. It was waterlogged and lumpy. She dumped it in the trash. She sat down and peed with her legs spread open. She stood, wiped, and we washed up and left. From then on she would take off her pants on deliveries. She would sit next to me and put my hand on top of hers when she peed (and sometimes inside if the traffic eas light,) I got to change her if she was driving. Unfortunately, the boss got into trouble with the creditors and all the printing machines were repo'd. She was married (she never said, I never asked) and after the boss bounced two checks (one and the replacement one), she moved.
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