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  1. Hi all, It has been a long long time since I have written something but felt in the mood to get back into it. Previously I wrote about my early experiences with omorashi and now I want to share some of my encounters as I got older. Let me know what you think. It might take me a while to write the next parts but I will get there eventually. Ella - Part 1 Ella and I had been talking to each other online for some time now. We knew each other from school and had bumped into each other at my work a few months ago. Ella had started visiting me at work every couple of weeks to say hi and I was pretty sure she liked me. We started talking online and messaging each other fairly regularly but neither of us had had the courage to say we liked each other yet. We were kind of in that pre-dating flirty phase. Having just turned 18, Ella was still living at home. She had been raised with a strict Christian upbringing and now she was 18 was starting to stretch the boundaries and discover life for herself. In one sense she was a little naive having such a sheltered upbringing, however with her newfound freedom she was also daring and willing to give almost anything a try. She had not had a serious boyfriend before which was surprising given her good looks. Her mother was Danish and Ella had inherited the long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes many would kill for, with a slender but not too skinny figure. It was hard not to be developing feelings for her. We would talk online 3-4 times a week now as well as having long text conversations. In the last couple of weeks our texting had turned to video chatting and the conversations were becoming more flirty. It was a Saturday night and I knew Ella was out with one of her friends at a party. She messaged me around 11.30pm saying "Still up?". Excited to hear from her I replied, "Sure am. Hows your night going?". My phone immediately began vibrating with a video call. "Hey you" she said with that irresistable charm that got me every time. "Hey yourself. Wow, you look amazing!". Ella was dressed with tight fitting blue jeans and a low cut white top that accentuated all of the right curves. I was still finding it hard to believe that she was messaging me on a Saturday night. "How was the party?", I asked. "Goood, Anna got pretty wasted though", referring to her best friend. She went on to tell me about Anna's antics and how they basically had to leave as Anna couldnt stand up. "You sound a little bit tipsy yourself miss" I replied. "Ummmm" she replied with a big grin on her face. Ella wasnt a big drinker, in fact until she turned 18 she had barely touched alcohol, so it tended to hit her pretty hard. "I'll take that as a yes." "Shhhh! Don't tell anyone. I'm much better than Anna." "I'm calling your dad right away", I quipped. "Nooooo, you wouldn't", "You're right, but imagine if I did!". Ella's dad was still very strict and probably part of the reason we hadn't progressed our relationship any further at this stage. He didn't approve of anything to do with boys or alcohol or anything that could lead to trouble, which would normally be understandable however he was over the top. The conversation went on for half an hour or so with nothing of substance, a bit of our usual flirting and the like. Given she was tipsy I was enjoying how frank and open she was being.She seemed a bit restless which I put down to the alcohol until she started wandering around her room not really doing anything. "Are you walking in circles?", I asked. "So what if I am?". She could be sassy at times and I loved it. "I dunno, just asking... you walk in any shape you want!". We kept chatting as she moved around her room. It soon became clear that she was bouncing up and down as she walked, and the omo part of my brain was kicking into overdrive thinking that she might need to pee. "Are you ok?", I asked sincerely. "Yea, why?" "Just you can't seem to keep still". "Oh, yea, that. I need to pee", she said sheepishly, almost blushing. My ears pricked up with excitement as my brain started to fast forward this situation and where it might go. "Well, why don't you go?", I asked. "If it was that simple I would have already mister!" "What do you mean?" "The bathrooms down the other end of the house by my parents bedroom and if I go I'll wake them up." "Looks like you don't have many options". "I can wait. If I wake them up I will have to stop talking to you." Did she really just say she could wait, as in she was willing to hold her pee to talk to me?"Aww aren't you cute. You'd rather talk to me than go to the bathroom?" "Well yeah of course silly. Plus if my dad gets up and smells I've been drinking he wont be happy". I was trying to come to terms with this unusual situation in my head. She was desperate to pee and yet would rather hold it so she could keep talking to me. The flirting had seemed to escalate tonight and with that comment there was little doubt in my mind that she liked me. "Ok so I get the talking to me bit but how are you going to disguise that you've been drinking?". "That's why I'm drinking water", she replied, holding up her water bottle. "Ohhh ok so you really need to pee and your solution is to keep drinking water? Good one Ella". She chuckled and then appeared to grab her crotch and said "shhh don't make me laugh! You don't want me to wet my pants". My heart began racing, did she just say what I think she did. "Now that would be a sight to behold! Then you will also have to explain to your parents the puddle on the floor." She chuckled again. "Shhh! It might happen if you're not careful." If only she knew that was exactly what I was dreaming about, and how badly she was winding me up right now. I must admit, for a moment I had to think about my next move and whether I should be the gentleman in this situation or should try and delve deeper. The gentleman won out and I offered to let her go. "Don't let me stop you, it looks like you need to go". I replied, silently beating myself up for squandering an opportunity. "But I want to talk to you", she said "I want to talk to you too but you should go to the bathroom. I'm gonna go." I replied. "No you're not, stay!" she demanded. She was making it hard to resist, I couldn't believe the situation I was currently in, I wasn't gonna argue! We talked for a couple more minutes, her desperation becoming more and more obvious. The jiggling was continuous now and I could tell she had one hand down near her crotch. "Hold on a minute", she said and put the phone down on her dresser. I had a full view of her now, her jeans appeared to be dry still. She was still bouncing up and down as she clumsily fidgeted with her belt and eventually got it off. "Ooooh take it off!", I said. She looked at me with a very cute pretend grumpy face and I worried I had overstepped the mark. "Sorry, just had to get rid of the belt" she said. I didn't need to ask why. We talked for another minute or so and she moved the phone down. I got a glimpse of her pants and could see she had sneakily also undone the top button of her jeans while I wasnt watching. "Are you sure you dont want me to go?" I asked again. "No!" she responded angrily. "I want to keep talking to you. Besides I don't want to wake my parents up and have to explain myself". "So what are you gonna do? Wet your pants instead?" I couldn't help myself to prompt her again. "Mmm maybe", she replied, shrugging her shoulders as if it was a legitimate option, not seeming to take any offence or be onto the fact that I was really interested in her predicament. "Well that's a good plan." I said sarcastically. "Have you wet your pants before?" I asked, but as soon as it came out I immediately wanted to take it back. Would she catch on that I was enjoying this? "Depends what you mean", she replied. "What do you mean it depends? I mean like had an accident before?" "Not since I was little. Well I've never fully wet myself, just a little bit." "A little bit?" "Yea like when you are desperate and you leak a bit". "Like now?", I joked. "Heheh yea," she giggled, "like that. It's happens to girls now and then okay", she said sheepishly. Had she just admitted that she had leaked? I couldn't be sure but knew if I pressed more I would start to sound creepy. "Haha ok, is this a regular thing that you wet your pants?", I said as if I was joking, wondering if I did just get more creepy. "I just need to know what I'm getting myself in for here if we're gonna hang out together", I said trying to cover my tracks somewhat. "Omg I don't wet my pants ok, just a small leak once in a while. Like once or twice a year maybe when I'm really desperate". Wow, I was definitely at full attention now. "Ok makes sense. Sorry this conversation probably isn't helping your predicament". "No, its not!". "Should i change the subject to waterfalls, running taps, what would you like to talk about? Rivers?", i said teasingly. "You're mean", she replied. "Let's talk about when we are gonna do something together". I was kind of taken aback, she wasn't usually so forward but I guessed the alcohol had helped. She sat down on her bed and put the phone on her dresser again facing her bed. She was now sitting on the bed with both hands in her crotch and a grimace on her face, awaiting my response. She finished off what was in her water bottle giving me some time to think. "Ummmm... How about we see a movie, next weekend?", I asked nervously. "Deal" she said. I couldn't believe it was that easy. We had been dancing around the subject for weeks. I was pretty sure I had a massive grin on my face but was also very distracted by the sight of this beauty in front of me absolutely desperate to pee. "I'm looking forward to it", I said sheepishly, not knowing what to say. She was openly holding herself now, one leg on the bed underneath her buried in her crotch, and she continued to bounce up and down. I was in heaven for various reasons. The girl of my dreams just agreed to go on a date and was currently on the phone to me absolutely bursting for a pee. What did I do to get so lucky! "Me too" She replied, gasping quietly and making sounds that told me she was getting very desperate. She paused and looked down at her jeans. I couldn't see anything but the quality wasn't great, and I had to wonder if she had leaked. "Do you want me to go now?" I asked. "Not really" she said. "How much longer can you hold on for?" I asked trying to keep a straight face. "Not long" she replied. Her answers had become short and sharp and I could tell she was right. She stood up off the bed again holding herself and dancing on the spot. "Then I should go" I said. "Awww" she said, sounding deflated but not really fighting it. "I'm not gonna be responsible for your first ever accident ok!" I said as if this was a perfectly normal line of conversation. I didnt know that this was to change in the future and I would ultimately witness Ella have an accident. "Haha you're so sweet" she said. "Talk to you tomorrow?" "Text me and let me know if your dad busts you", I said. "Ok. See ya." With that she hung up the phone. My head was spinning given we were now going on a date next weekend and from the blood rushing around my body. I couldnt help but touch myself and anxiously await a message from her. Three minutes later it came through... "Parents asleep, coast was clear" she said. I messaged back "So you made it ok?", trying to sound caring and not too eager. She replied "Yep disaster avoided, narrowly". That got me going... what did that mean I wondered. Had she leaked? I responded goodnight and left it at that, with a problem of my own to attend to. Morning came and another message from Ella: "Omg. So sorry for last night, v embarrassed.". I responded "Why embarrassed? We had a great chat and enjoyed every minute of it". Boy was that an understatement! Ella: "Phew, thought I might have been a bit inappropriate." Me: "Not at all, cant wait to talk tonight". We didn't discuss the previous night any further so I would have to leave the rest to my imagination. More adventures with Ella to come...
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  2. *Birthday Husky Noises* ❤️
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    My final Tumblr content, this time wetting clips, salvaged from the sinking ship that is Tumblr. Not every video survived or will survive, but I managed to find these on my favorite blogs before they went tits up (pun definitely intended). ***Contains Nudity*** Enjoy Rach
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  4. I found out last week that in China they actually make pull-up diapers designed especially for menstruation that look a lot like Goodnites. They are allegedly very popular over there as well for wearing to bed since tampons are hard to find. If only they did this in America and Europe.
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  5. First I should say that this is loosely based off this story by MasterOptometrist. The idea isn't a full rip off, but this story gave me the idea so i felt like it was fair to link to it and give credit. "It is a common belief that females of most mammalian species are by default incontinent." A well dressed professor said to her audience, pacing across the auditorium stage. "This would seem to be the case upon primary examination. Horses, dogs, cats, and our closest relative the chimpanzee as well as most other mammals all reinforce this preconception. As you can see from this graph, 71% of mammalian species either show more frequent urination or lack any apparent ability to purposely retain urine among females. This number drops to 64% for defecation." She pressed a button to move to another slide before continuing. "However, when narrowing that to only predatory species in which females hunt then those numbers drop to 9% and 3% respectively. Indeed even more species, specifically domesticated ones are able to be trained to increase their bladder control." While the professor continued listing statistics and studies, Amber sat bored in her seat at the back of the auditorium. She brushed her long red hair out from in front of her bloodshot eyes and tied it into a ponytail with a scrunchy. "Blah Blah Blah" She leaned her head back. "I cant believe i had to get up at 7 AM for this in the first week of school! Couldn't they just give us a freaking video to watch? And why do I need a fucking Women's study course for a marine biology degree!" She leaned forward, only to be make aware of a sudden squish between her legs. "What? I just changed an hour ago and I'm already damp? I must have leaked while i was leaning back, guess I wasn't empty when i woke up." She leaned back again to try and make herself more comfortable and looked back to the professor. "Why do I bring up all of this?" The professor aid gesturing to the crowd of women. "Because these misconceptions are the reason most women today are in diapers. It is true that women have weaker bladders as children. In fact the same muscles that allow men to be diaper free as young as 4 don't finish developing in girls until around 16. This means that most women are used to a lack of control by the time they are able to have it, and the toilet training techniques that work on boys often fail. Every woman here has yet to free themselves, and that has problems associated with it. You see having to change your diapers and inconveniences associated with that makes a lot of young woman nearly unhierable in today's job market, at least in areas that require high skill. For this reason, this school and many others have decided to make a class that teaches you how to maintain continence mandatory for all female students in your first semester. Now i'm going to pass around a forum to see what kind of help you all need." Aids moved down the rows handing papers to the women there. Amber glared and took once. "Ok time to fill this out. Why do they need to know all this crap anyway?" Name: Amber James Race: White Age: 18 Height 5,9" Do you play any sports, if so what?: Soccer, karate Do you have any medical issues: No Do you wear a Diaper?: Yes Do you sometimes wake up with wet diapers?: Yes] If yes, how many days a week on average?: 4? Do you frequently wet yourself during the day?: yes] If yes, how many diapers do you go through in a day?: 3-4 Do you occasionally mess yourself?: Yes] If yes, How many days a week on average?: 1-2 Have you ever attempted "Potty Training": yes] if so, at what age?: 9, 10, and 13 If yes, how successful were you?: Not very. "Why do they need to know all of this?" "OK as soon as you finish, please pass the paper to the front." The professor said. Everyone passed the paper up and returned to their seats. "Ok now, before you go. I want all of you try this exorcise. Stand up." The class slowly rose at her command. "Now squeeze your abdominal muscles. " Amber rolled her eyes and complied. "I don't see why we have to do this." She stood there for a minute until she felt a rush of warm piss erupt from her crotch, causing her damp diaper to leak, leaving a damp spot of her skort. "Shit!" she thought to herself before relaxing her muscles, bringing her stream to a slow halt. "I knew what she was up to but I didn't realise i had that much in me!" "Now you all probably felt your diapers get damp... It's OK there's no shame here. We'll work on it. Now go on home and grab a support box on the way out. We'll email you with your class room."
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  6. So this is kind of straight to the point and there wasn't any prep or much story to my choices... I've been very busy these past few days and tonight I decided to help my mom with wrapping some last-minute gifts. I'm not the best at wrapping (I'm a gift bag and tissue type of person) so it took me a minute to get the hang of it. I felt the need to go to the bathroom, which I felt was a bit odd because I had just went about an hour prior and I only drank one bottle of water. I've been doing holds for the past few nights but haven't wet because I wasn't really in the mood, and my bladder has been pretty normal so I didn't expect there to be an urge to go so soon. After wrapping about 4 boxes, I bent down and I really started to feel the need to go and I actually leaked a bit in my underwear which was SUPER odd because I know I didn't drink that much. In a spur of the moment decision [like 98% of my wettings are], I grabbed a dirty towel out of my hamper, placed it on my carpet, and allowed my bladder to let go. In my opinion, it felt great buttttt I was barely holding much liquids for my bladder to be that needy. It might be shrinking at this point, I really don't know. video: IMG_5926.mp4
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  7. Author's note: Trying something different this time. I spend a lot of time and effort on my stories, which tend to be quite long, and people seem to like them. But when I post them in one installment, they disappear off the frontpage so fast that I feel like the effort's wasted. Almost nobody reads stories that fall off page one. I'm confident enough in my writing abilities and the audience's appreciation of it that I think I'd get a lot more readers if more people got the chance to actually read the stories. So for this one, I'm posting a teaser. More will follow later, possibly even later today or tomorrow. I just want it to get the attention I (hope and believe) it deserves. You’re not my daddy, boy One day, my girlfriend and I were lounging on the coach, watching a film on Netflix. I was looking forward to some forthcoming … and chilling, if you know what I mean. But Tanya seemed tense. Suddenly, she gasped, then sprang up from the sofa and ran towards the bathroom. I paused the film and waited for her to come back. Ten minutes later, she re-emerged, and there was a distinct bloom of wetness between the legs of her gray jeans. “Did you just pee yourself?” I asked, incredulous. “A little.” She shrugged. I just didn’t get it. “But… why? The bathroom is right there!” She huffed. “I was into the film, okay? I wanted to see the end of it.” I gave her a look of disapproval. “You shouldn’t just piss yourself when we can just pause the film.” She blew out her cheeks. Her face reddened, her brows arced downwards. “You’re not my daddy, boy,” she yelled, and stomped off to change. This wasn’t the first time it happened. One night a few months earlier, I was woken by a soft shake. “Babe, you need to wake up,” my girlfriend said. We’d been out drinking and had pretty much passed out during foreplay. “What?” I said. “I’m really sorry. I peed the bed.” Just then, I noticed some wetness around my bum. I got out of bed. Tanya pulled off the cover, and revealed a large, oval-shaped wet stain on her side of the bed, creeping towards mine. Her bikini-cut panties were soaked, as was part of her shirt. “What happened?” I asked. “I don’t know! I guess I drank too much,” she said. We stripped the bed, put down towels on the mattress and new sheets, and got back to sleep. We hadn’t spoken much of it after that. I’d actually had a conversation about this little “issue” with one of our mutual friends earlier that week, but still couldn’t really believe it would actually happen. I don’t remember how we got onto the topic, but Sarah and I had lunch together. We’re colleagues and she’s the one who originally introduced me to Tanya, and we’ve been good friends for years now, at work and off work. “She’s got this weird thing, Tanya does,” Sarah said. “Oh?” I said. “Yeah, she, like… She pees herself, okay? Only, it’s not, like, she’s incontinent or anything. I think she’s got quite a strong bladder actually. Often she’ll go all day without peeing and not piss herself. It’s just sometimes she… gets lazy, I guess. Or gets too involved in some activity and forgets to go until it’s too late. Or puts it off because she can always hold it until later, and then when later comes the way to the bathroom is too long.” Sarah then related several incidents over the years when Tanya had held it too long and ended up leaking. Once, on a bus trip, she’d full-on pissed her jeans after saying she didn’t need to pee at the previous rest stop. I didn’t know what to make of all this, so I quickly steered the conversation onto other matters. Then Tanya pissed the bed, then she pissed herself while we were Netflix and planning to chill. Dear diary, it’s Tanya again. We should get into the habit of doing this more often, sharing things, shouldn’t we? Except you never share anything back. Anyway, today I did it again. I peed myself. Ryan and I were just watching a movie and it was so engrossing and I just… I knew I had to pee, I really did. I was fidgeting a bit. But I thought I could put it off until the end of the film. Then, suddenly, I couldn’t anymore. A bit leaked out. I jumped off that coach like it was infected with Super-Ebola or something and ran to the toilet, but it was too late. By the time I got my panties down and my butt down on the toilet seat, my crotch was quite soaked. Ryan wasn’t very happy about it. I got pissed and gave him some choice words and stormed off to change. But afterwards, I felt like such a child. I mean, I did really just pee myself because I wanted to put off peeing until the end of a film we could pause at any moment, with the toilet one minute away. Ryan was just concerned for me, and I acted the petulant child. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I routinely go all day without peeing, and almost never pee myself. I’ve got a strong bladder. But sometimes, I just put it off too long. I just can’t seem to ever learn. A few weeks later, Tanya and I went on a day-long date.
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  8. whats bitchin yo. i used 2 post on tumblr as like. jeotda but now that my blogs been fucked im here now i guess. my old art sucked so im starting a new thread. anyway heres some fresh art that i dont hate yet zzz. individual pieces comic 1 comic 2 anyway more 2 come or whatever. also i do commissions so like message me or smthn if youre interested.
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  9. This is a 100% true story about my ex. It’s been long enough that I feel like I can share it. Given my fetish, this was one of the craziest experiences I’ve ever had. Obviously her name will be changed. Here it goes. Megan and I were on a spontaneous date at a local venue while on a small trip. It was this tiny place that was super packed on this night to see a couple local musicians. The tables were really cramped and we were seated against a wall and behind a railing in such a way that it was impossible to get out without having two people from nearby tables get up and walk out of the aisle. So this place was super hot and we order two waters and two alcoholic drinks. Megan comments a lot about the heat and finishes both of her drinks before the first musician even starts. After awhile, she mentions that she has to pee, but is obviously not inclined to ask our neighbors to get up so she can go. On top of that, people are performing, and it would be a whole disturbance, and she says she’ll be fine. The venue really just gets hotter the longer we’re all there under the lights and Meg keeps drinking my water now despite needing to pee. She started glancing around a lot as if looking for/deciding on an opportunity to go relieve herself, but was always shy about calling attention to herself. As the performances came to an end she became increasingly desperate. She started with her legs crossed, shaking them up and down. As time went on she started uncrossing and crossing them, shifting in her chair, putting her hands in her lap but not between her legs. When the last act started, she quietly said to me in a whine that she should have gone earlier, shifting in her seat often with her hand now going back and forth to her crotch to hold herself and then pulling out, probably not wanting me to see. I asked her if she was gonna make it, teasing a little, and she turned red and said yes, she just needed to go once this act ended. At some point, she mentioned that her foot hurt and took her shoe off I thought nothing of it at the time. Finally it ended and she was so relieved. The host of the venue or whatever started addressing the room and talked for maybe 15 minutes, thanking the artists and everyone for coming and whatnot, and having relief so close but drawing out was obviously putting Meg in agony. She bounced up and down consistently in her chair, legs crossed tight, hand now firmly on her crotch. She was mumbling about him hurrying up, getting frustrated as he continued and continued. When he finished, everyone clapped for awhile and then began exiting. In a serious tone Meg said to me that she really needed to go. I got up and held my hand out to her which she took. As I pulled her up, she immediately bent at the knees and her hand shot between her legs. Apparently her foot had become hurt some way and was swollen and gave out as she stepped up. A couple stood immediately behind us and witnessed as she stood there frozen for a few moments, squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her crotch. She was a really shy and easily embarrassed person and was blushing furiously the entire time. She got her composure and was able to walk, but with obvious strain and crossing her legs every time we had to stop, which was often. The place was so packed and many people knew each other and talked and hugged. The wall to the front entrance where the bathrooms were took what felt like forever. Meg seemed to become increasingly nervous, realizing she may genuinely have an accident. When we finally got to the bathrooms, the line was down the hallway. Meg seemed like she might cry. She said she wouldn’t make it and we had to find somewhere else, so we exited. But it was 10 PM and everywhere was closed. She knew of a nearby lobby for a few different stores that had a bathroom inside and we walked there. She was limping from her foot which made her much slower in getting to the lobby, whimpering to herself “please be open, please be open.” We got to the door and Meg pulled it to find it locked. Her body seemed to give out from the expectation of relief and she buckled at the knees, both hands between her legs and bobbing up and down furiously. She seemed like she might burst into tears at any moment. She said to me she couldn’t make it but I encouraged her that she could. We determined that we should go back to the venue to try that bathroom again. When she was able to get control over her bladder, we rushed back to be told that we could not re enter. Meg begged the bouncer, telling him she just needed to pee. He said there were porta potties at the park nearby. She doubled over and crossed her legs, rubbing her crotch and not able to hide it. Knowing Meg who hated for people to even know she had to pee, this was a mortifying situation. She begged again and the bouncer seemed amused, telling her she better hurry if she wanted to make it. Meg began to cry and I tried to comfort her. She resolved to make it to the park for the porta potties. We rushed there with her in absolute desperation. Once she stopped and gasped, crossing her legs and bobbing furiously. She started saying “please no” over and over while stuck in place, until finally just starting to walk at full speed. We got to the park and she looked around frantically. No porta potties to be seen. She was obviously bursting at this point and resumed her position with legs crossed, hands between them, rubbing her thighs together as hard as she could. I said we were close to my car and could she make it home but she said she wouldn’t make it, letting out little pained moans over and over as she rubbed her crotch. I told her she should just pee here in the park. There was no one around. She seemed mortified by the suggestion but relived at the same time. She started to say okay but then had a terrible realization. She was wearing a sort of jumper that zipped all the way up in the back and had no way to pee without pulling the whole top down. She began to cry, doubled over. She seemed slightly frantic, not knowing what to do. I didn’t know what to do either but just keep staring. She started to say “no, no, please” in a strained voice and I could tell she was bursting and losing the battle. She looked around the park quickly and then in a panic spread her legs, squatting and trying to pull the jumper to the side from her pussy so she could pee. The material was stretchy so she could mostly do it, and a torrential wave of pee began flooding out of her. Her face the most red I ever saw her and gave what seemed to be an involuntary moan as she peed and peed onto the ground. Some started to trickle down her leg and she seemed to try and succeeded to stop peeing for a second, but then couldn’t stop it and came rushing out even harder, dripping into her shoe. She continued to pee for what seemed impossible. She seemed mortified that I was there to witness it and the amount that she just kept peeing, making nervous comments about how long it was going. She seemed to try to stop the flow multiple times but it just kept rushing out. As if things could get any worse, we started to hear voices approaching. She looked up to the noise of what seemed to be a 4 person family approaching and became even more panicked. A river continued to pour from between her legs to the ground as they got closer and she mumbled “please no please stop” to herself as I listened to her flow stop and start over and over. As they passed by, she lost the battle. The rest of her pee began flooding out steadily. The family came as close as about 15 feet from us and craned their heads around as they most likely heard the sound of Meg’s pee hitting the ground. She started crying again. After what seemed like an eternity, the flow eventually tapered off. Meg was a definitely a mix of mortified and relieved after that. She was horribly embarrassed I had witnessed the whole thing and asked me multiple times never to tell anyone.
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  10. Here is a special holiday video from Alisha and HD Wetting just for the community here at Omorashi.org- omo_promo.mp4
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  11. This is the beginning of a maybe story to see if you guys are interested. This story has a lot of sexual buildup before the omo, so that may or may not be your thing. There is somewhat intense public humiliation toward the end that also may or may not be your thing. Let me know if you want more. All characters in this story are over 18. -- Megan was just about ready for her first date with a very cute boy she had just met, David. He was just her type -- tall, muscular, dark hair, with a deep voice that made her feel tingly between the legs. She was excited because he seemed really nice and smart and into her, but nerves also coursed through her body. It had been awhile since she went on a guy she was this into. About a year, to be exact. She grew more nervous as she remembered the last time. At the time, Megan was just a freshman in college, and had gotten asked to a football game by a junior. His name was Isaac and he was tall and athletic and on the swim team with Megan's brother. This meant that she got a front row seat to his glistening muscles on a regular basis, something that secretly drove her hormones wild. She had never been kissed by a boy or even touched herself and the frustration was building. "Pick you up early and grab some cherry limeades from Sonic?" Isaac texted her awhile before the football game. Megan wasn't quite ready yet but she was excited Isaac wanted to spend a little alone time with her before the game. Isaac arrived even earlier than that and Megan chose to forgo using the restroom though she needed it, not wanting to keep him waiting. She didn't need to go that bad yet and would just use the facilities at the stadium. Driving with Isaac, Megan had a blast. They got their large cherry limeades and sat in the parking lot for a little while talking and laughing. Megan finished half of her large drink before they left the parking lot, and had finished her entire drink by the time they arrived at the stadium. This was a bad habit of hers. When they finally got to the stadium, there were lines of people getting their tickets checked to go inside. Megan looked around at her bathroom options outside the checkin but they were all portapotties which she couldn't bear to use. Even if she wanted to, she would be too nervous and uncomfortable to let go. She began to fidget in line as the cherry limeade began to trickle down toward her bladder, filling her up more and more by the minute. She cursed herself as she remembered that she had downed two cups of coffee before getting ready to leave which she had neglected to relieve herself of due to meeting Isaac early. Megan and Isaac continued to have a good time as they moved through the line and made it into the stadium. Megan's need steadily increased but was mostly under control. She looked around for a restroom. "Looking for something?" Isaac asked. Megan blushed. The idea of telling this hot guy about her need was a little embarrassing. "Just a bathroom, do you see one?" Isaac looked around, but then shook his head. "No, but after we find our seats I'll help you find one close by." Megan nodded with a smile. Isaac was nice. They found their way to their seats, Megan holding onto Isaac's muscular arm. He wore a loose tank top that showed off his shoulders and pecs and made Megan weak in the knees. She could feel herself getting aroused and tried to not think about him kissing pressing her up against the wall and kissing her all over... 'Fuck, I'm wet,' She realized. After 5 or so minutes of searching, they found their seats. They walked up the nearest aisle of stairs to where the restaurants and bathrooms were but found, to Megan's dismay, a long line outside of the women's bathroom. The men's had no line, a constant frustration in Megan's life. Isaac looked over at her guiltily. "Hey, I hate to do this to ya, but I really gotta take a leak." Megan was embarrassed by Isaac's sympathy and laughed it off, saying she didn't need to go that bad. Isaac ran off to relieve himself and Megan took the opportunity to cross her legs, getting some much needed relief. She straightened up as she saw him returning minutes later, already rid of his problem. She envied him, still holding her thighs together slightly. Isaac noticed her posture and suggested that they sit down on the nearby bench, and that the bathrooms would be free once the pregame show started in 10 minutes and people headed to their seats. Megan was relieved at the idea because she wasn't sure if she could hold it standing in line for 10 minutes, but she was pretty sure she could do it sitting. They found a bench in a small resting area nearby that was a little private. Megan and Isaac sat close now, whispering and giggling together. Megan began to get aroused as Isaac's hand rubbed up and down her thigh, helping quell her need to pee. Suddenly Isaac leaned in for a kiss, finding Megan's open mouth. She nearly moaned out loud as waves of arousal went over her virgin body. Isaac began to kiss her with his skilled tongue, causing her pussy to get wet fast. His hands started to roam her body, slowly making their way down between her legs. Megan could feel that her bladder was full but couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Isaac's roaming hands, despite the pressure it put on her bladder. She felt her pussy getting rapidly soaked and she blushed, worried that Isaac would notice and realize how turned on she was, but was powerless to stop him. Isaac's cock was rock hard now. He suddenly pulled her onto his lap by her thighs, legs spread around his waist. Megan gasped at the sudden movement and spreading of her legs so wide, turning her on beyond belief but also sending her need to pee through the roof. Her pussy pressed against Isaac's body as he kissed her neck and it was all too much for Megan. It was then that she also realized how public this was. Nobody was looking right now but people shuffled around close by. The dirty realization only turned her on tenfold and she suddenly felt a strange feeling building inside. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Isaac kissed her again, one of his hands now between her legs again. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her pussy quake in a way she had never felt before. Waves of pleasure began to build inside her pussy and she realized what was happening. She was practically about to cum without Isaac even touching her yet. Megan began to push away from him feebly, her body shaking with desire, but it was too late. His fingers had found their way to her soaking pussy, his thumb rubbing up against her clit, and it was enough to push her over the edge. Megan began to cum with overwhelming force. She moaned in a guttural voice, unable to fight the powerful orgasm now taking over her body. As her climax built, she began to feel like she might pee, and started to panic. She tried to close her legs but they were spread over Isaac's lap. She tried to say something but his fingers moved against her clit again and it was too late. Megan began to climax and she felt with horror as warm liquid began pouring from between her legs, all over Isaac's lap. She struggled to hold back her moans as the orgasm ravaged her body, rendering her muscles jello and unable to pull herself away. Isaac watched in shock and disbelief as Megan orgasmed on his lap, the warm feeling of her pee filling his crotch and pants, flowing over his now painfully rock hard cock. People had now begun to notice as Megan was unable to stifle her moans, and Megan's face and ears burned red with embarrassment as she struggled to stifle her increasingly loud moans. Warm pee continued to flow from between her legs for what felt like forever, each wave of pleasure causing an additional spurt that she could feel every bit of and was helpless to stop. When her orgasm finally released her, Megan had pissed all over Isaac and the bench, leaving a puddle on the floor. She was shaking and waves of pleasure still shook her body. She began crying and apologized to Isaac, practically leaping off of him and beginning to run from the scene. Isaac called after her and stood up to go after her but saw his pounding erection in his jeans and sat back down, covering it with his hands. Megan skittered away at a brisk pace as some onlookers watched, tears starting to spill down her face. She couldn't believe this happened. Another spurt of pee escaped her pussy and dripped down her legs as she ran. Megan turned a corner and slipped on her own urine, falling onto her ass and catching more attention. A hissing sound could be heard as the force of falling caused her to continue to relieve herself. She grabbed onto the railing and began to stand, slipping again and falling into her own puddle. Megan began to sob and finally succeeded at pulling herself up, fleeing the stadium while still currently peeing down her legs. She hid in a portapotty outside and called her mom to come get her. Isaac tried to talk to her again a few times but Megan couldn't bear to face him again. He eventually told her brother about the incident which he relished reminding her of. Needless to say, she was going to be a lot more careful tonight.
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  12. Emily pees View File Hot girl named Emily pees herself Submitter largebio Submitted 12/27/2018 Category Peeing
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  13. I'm really impressed by this series, because it manages to captivate me despite the actual smut varying between things that are just kind of up my alley (focus on desperation is fine but I really prefer it when there's more wettings), and things that are actively turn-offs for me (orgasm denial). Now, I'm not criticizing you for including those things: You gotta write your erotica in a way that turns you on, otherwise it's unlikely to do it for anybody else. Just saying, it takes a lot better writing for me to enjoy a story like this, than a story that can simply blast on through with pure arousal, as pure fap fodder. I like the little seeds of conflict you've planted in the relationship, feels realistic and not sensationalistic. I think setting the story in a time just before the explosion of social media and omnipresent cellphones with high-quality cameras and internet is a good choice. Those things really changed things up! My mom who's involved in a lot of amateur theatre productions will often adapt works, whenever they are actually set, to the 90s/early 2000s because that period is still close enough to be relatable, but doesn't have to deal with the annoyance of smartphones, social media and internet access everywhere anytime. A surprising amount of plot points in classic stories would get ruined if they had to deal with the ability to take and spread a photo or do a quick google search in three seconds flat. Also, as a photographer I gotta say I love your treatment of photography. Nerd time! The following is really just a digression addressing a minor point in your first post, and I don't want to derail the thread, so I put it in a spoiler. /nerd-time That was quite a long digression which had little bearing on the story though. Sorry about that, I get excited about these things! Another sign that I really did enjoy the story, as I wouldn't give a rat's ass about the author's historical accuracy and/or their opinions about any particular topic unless it really was exceptional. Keep it up!
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  14. Happy Holidays!! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story so far! I was traveling for the holidays and managed to get this written out. There is a Yule Ball part that I wish I could have gotten to for around the holidays, but with my tendency for slower updates that was definitely not gonna happen lol ^_^" But anyways, here's the next update, enjoy! Ch. 3: Just Pee Yourself Hermione woke up the next morning quite satisfied. It was early, but she could hear her dormmates getting ready for the day. The bathroom was occupied, she could hear the shower running. It was the first day of a new term, she was usually giddy about the new lessons and classes she’d be taking. And yet, thoughts of the night before drifted through her mind and made her blush. Would it really be so bad to play this game, even if it was with Draco Malfoy? Last night hadn’t been so bad. In fact, it had been nothing short of amazing if she were being honest with herself. She closed her eyes, thinking about how full she’d been the night before. How full, and how good it felt to let everything out. It felt even better knowing there was someone watching, someone who enjoyed what she did as much as herself. Mmm…Thinking about it, I kind of want to pee… Hermione let her hand drift down her belly, massaging gently. She winced, it was tender from all the holding she’d been doing. Pushing herself on the train, and then pushing herself again right after holding so much was a lot for her body. She’d need to take it easy today, and pee when she needed to. Like…maybe right now…She sat up, and her bladder made itself known. There couldn’t be much inside, but she felt it all the same, begging to be released. She pulled up her nightgown, exposing her bare lower half. After she’d pleasured herself in her wet panties, she pulled them off and discarded them to be cleaned later. She spread her legs a little and her body responded without any further prompting. Psssss... Hermione watched as her pee sprinkled onto the blankets, spreading against the sheets before absorbing into them. Just as she thought, there wasn’t much to let out. The puddle wasn’t very big, but it still felt good to let it go. She rubbed her stomach again, still feeling tender. She’d have to tell Draco… Oh no…I wonder if he’ll be angry that I peed without telling…it was just a little bit, and only because my bladder is so sore… She got up, pulling her blankets over the little puddle she’d made. She got herself up and dressed in her uniform, pulling on a pair of pink panties underneath. Draco wanted to meet in the unused classroom on the fourth floor, by where Charms was always held. He never said not to meet there, so she assumed that’s where she needed to go. She grabbed her things and headed there, hoping Draco would understand her bladder’s needs. **** Draco couldn’t believe how well the night before went. It didn’t take much prompting for Hermione to call him Master. And she had peed so prettily for him…He cleared his throat, pushing the memory away. He’d put it in his pensieve already of course, but he still couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it. He glanced at his watch, hoping Hermione would arrive soon. He had told her to meet him in this unused classroom after all, just because she wet for him the night before didn’t change that order. Just as he was starting to get a little irritated, the door opened. “It’s about time,” he scolded when he saw her bushy hair coming through the door, “its not right to keep your master waiting you know.” “You never said to meet at a specific time,” Hermione said coolly, a looking both defiant and a little embarrassed to see him again. He was pleased with it. “Alright, whatever,” he said, “so, are you ready for your orders today?” “About that…” “Oh come on, you’re not gonna get cold feet after how much fun you had last night,” Draco said with a knowing smirk, “I know you enjoyed it.” “I’m not saying I didn’t,” Hermione said, surprising Draco with her frankness, “But…see…when I woke up this morning…” “What, did you wet the bed?” he smirked, teasing. He’d tease that little nugget of information as much as he could, and he was pleased to see a dark blush spreading over her cheeks. “It’s because my bladder’s worn out…its sore, tender to the touch. I held too much yesterday…” “Hmm…” Draco mused, considering the information he’d been given, “Well, I don’t want you to break. You’re my new toy after all.” “I resent that you know,” Hermione said dryly, and Draco smirked. “Ask me if I care,” he sneered. “You don’t,” she sighed. “I don’t,” he confirmed, putting his hands in his pockets, “but like I said, I don’t want you to break. So, whenever you feel like you have to pee, don’t hold it. Go right then.” “I don’t have to come and get you?” she asked. “Oh, I’ll see it anyway,” he smirked, “think about how many places you’ll be when the urge strikes…” “Wait, you mean…if I have to pee, I just…what if I’m in class?!” “Then your chair is gonna be wet,” he grinned. “I’m not going to just wet myself in class!” she snapped. “Like you’ve never before,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I’ve seen you do it. You know how to get away with it.” Hermione scowled, Draco grinning triumphantly. “So, are you going to obey me or are you going to be punished?” he asked. “I don’t exactly have a choice,” she sighed, “and its not like…I’m against it.” “Of course not,” Draco smirked, “you’re a dirty girl who likes to piss herself.” Watching Hermione scowl with her blushing face was something that was becoming more and more endearing to him. “And you’re the sick freak who likes to watch,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Your Master, remember? Watch your tone or I’ll punish you for being rude.” “You threaten that,” she challenged, “but what would you do? If you told everyone about this, you wouldn’t be able to watch me pee anymore.” “No,” he grinned, “but I could make you drink until your bladder burst. I could make you piss in front of the entire school. I could put you in nappies…” “You…are so disgusting,” she said, but Draco couldn’t find any depth to it. Her words rejected the idea, but the tone and the look on her face didn’t. She’d love it, he realized. She’d love being so full she thought she’d die. She’d love to stand in front of the whole school and piss herself silly. Maybe she’d even like the nappies, though he doubted she’d ever considered them before. This game would be more fun than he originally planned. “Well,” he smiled, “we better get to breakfast. Oh, and when you pee, make sure not to get your panties wet. If you do, you’ll have to come to me for fresh ones.” “You run around with girls’ panties?” she asked dryly. “No,” he grinned, giving his wand a flick. A burst of magic energy flung Hermione’s skirt up, and his spell duplicated her panties. They piled up on the floor next to her. “Hey!” Hermione protested, pulling her skirt back down angrily, which made Draco laugh. It did nothing to change her mood. She huffed and strode out of the room. “Don’t forget to come get me if you get your panties all wet,” he smirked after her. She slammed the door in response. He had to laugh again. Mudblood or not, Hermione Granger was an interesting girl. **** Hermione walked down the Great Hall, still pink in the cheeks and irritated. Draco Malfoy was a terror, an absolute nightmare! But…still…the idea of just peeing whenever she felt the need…That was a fine idea. And nice and easy on her bladder too. And, to be fair, she’d always thought of doing something like that. She went to breakfast, finding Ron and Harry both upset about their schedules. When she got hers, she realized why. They had many more classes with Slytherin than usual that year. Fantastic Hermione thought, sighing herself, He’ll be in all these classes plus Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes… She glanced over at the Slytherin table where Draco had received his schedule. He was grinning like the cat who got the cream. She sighed and put it away. Transfiguration was first of the day, she had to switch her thoughts to school. It wasn’t something hard for her, the moment she put her mind to it she was already mentally revisiting her summer essay. The instant she sat down for the lesson, she was greedily absorbing the new information. She won twenty points for Gryffindor with her perfect answers during the lesson’s theory, and by the time they’d been set to the task of transforming mice into mirrors, she’d nearly forgotten about her orders. Nearly. She was hard at work at when she felt a little tickle between her legs. It made her freeze in place. She only had one glass of orange juice at breakfast…it shouldn’t have gone through her so quickly. She glanced at the clock, realizing it had been nearly two hours since then. Perhaps it hadn’t been so quick at all. But still, Transfiguration wasn’t normally a class she wet herself in. And its not like she could raise her hand and ask to be excused. She was supposed to pee right when she felt the need, so by all means she should have already been going. But how am I supposed to do that without getting my panties wet in class? I don’t want to have to go to him after only the first lesson… Her bladder gave her a small nudge, reminding her that it wanted to be emptied. It didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t urgent, but it was enough to make her bounce her knee a little. She glanced around the room, checking her surroundings. The spell was a difficult one and everyone was focused on it. Professor McGonagall was walking up and down the rows of desks, inspecting their work. Luckily this was one class where she didn’t share bench with others, they were all at individual desks. Due to Transfiguration being such tricky magic, those desks were spaced far apart from one another, so their spells wouldn’t accidentally mingle. And Professor McGonagall was on the other side of the room. Hermione felt another twinge from between her legs, this one a little more urgent than the last, and her heart hammered in her chest. She…she was going to do it. She was going to go pee. She could hold it if she really wanted to, she knew that, but she was going to pee anyway. In class. Right in the middle of class. Its fine as long as no one sees me, Hermione thought, taking a nervous breath. She glanced around the room again, double checking to make sure it was safe. McGonagall was bent over Neville’s desk, helping him. Harry and Ron were both frowning with frustration over their own mice. Draco was staring right at her. His eyes were drilling holes into her entire being and she looked away sharply, her heart hammering even faster. He knows…he knows exactly what I’m about to do… She had to admit, she didn’t hate it. The excitement mixed with her nervousness and made her bladder all the more antsy to release. She very nearly let it start to come out, but then she remembered her panties were still snug around her bottom. Slowly, she scooted to the very edge of her seat, glancing around again. The movement went unnoticed. She let out another slow, shaky breath and then lifted herself up just a little, so she could slide her panties down. She moved them to her thighs, just barely hidden under the hem of her skirt. She glanced up again, looking around the room. Her eyes caught Draco’s again, his stare making her blush. She looked away, back down at her mice like she was concentrating. She even picked her wand back up. No one would suspect that the brightest witch of her age was slowly and deliberately letting a thin stream of pee dribble out between her legs. She had to keep it slow, barely a trickle really, or else it would make too much noise in the quiet classroom. The first few drops warmed her girlhood, then spread slowly to the edge of the chair. As she let her urine out, it puddled under her butt before dripping softly onto the stone floor beneath her chair. Drip drip drop… Oh no…the dripping is getting louder…I need to finish going quickly… Hermione bit her lips, weighing her options. The dripping was louder in the puddle on the stone, the longer she let her slow stream trickle, the more likely it was that she’d be found out. She didn’t have much left inside to go, if she pushed it out all at once, it would only be loud for quick moment. She spread her legs just a little wider and pushed down on her bladder. Pssssssst…! The hiss wasn’t too loud, but there was enough left to give a respectable stream directly into her little puddle. It splashed, but as Hermione had calculated, not very loudly and not for very long. All in all, her little wetting had only last a little forty-five seconds, and only because she forced it to go slowly at first. She flicked her wand, cleaning the puddle and chair, then slid her panties back up. She shivered, for a moment daring not even to breathe, but then gathered the courage to look up. McGonagall was still helping Neville, her classmates were still hard at work. Draco was grinning from ear to ear. I…I did it. I peed in the middle of class. No one saw a thing. Hermione felt triumphant in a way, smiling to herself as she went back to the lesson. By the time she was done, she had three little compact mirrors. The rest of the day came easy to her, both the lessons and her orders. That first pee had given her the confidence to do it for the rest of the day. She sipped on water during their lessons and breaks, not bothering to hold her pee if she felt an urge. The second time it happened was on a break, and it was easy enough to slip behind a tapestry and relieve herself on the floor. The third time was in Herbology, and it was easy enough to slide her panties out of the way and tinkle while Professor Sprout was lecturing. She did the same thing under the Gryffindor table at lunch without batting an eye. By the time they got to History of Magic, the last class of the day, she didn’t even feel the urge come upon her. Professor Binns was droning on, half the class was asleep, and Hermione had been diligently taking notes when all of the sudden a warm, wet burst of heat soaked into her panties. Her hand froze, and her legs snapped open as her pee spilled from her panties, soaking the back of her skirt before spattering lightly on the floor. There was a little more than before, she’d gotten careless drinking her water, but luckily her skirt sopped up most of the damage. The puddle at her feet was still fairly small. Hmmm…that felt good…She thought with a soft sigh, giving her wand a lazy flick to clean up. Her panties, as usual, she left wet. She’d need to go get Draco now for a fresh pair. She glanced over at him in class, not surprised to find his eyes on her. He, however, looked a little surprised, maybe he hadn’t expected her to just pee with no warning. It surprised her too, if she were being honest, but she went back to taking notes. At the end of the lesson, she caught his eye again and he made a subtle motion to follow, which she did. Harry and Ron were easy to ditch, all she had to do was say she was going to the library. She let Draco lead up the corridor, keeping a fair distance between the two of them. But she did see that silver head of his duck into a secret passage behind a suit of armor, so she did the same. He was leaning against the wall, smirking. “So, having fun today are we?” he asked her. “Yes, actually,” she said, “I sort of like peeing whenever I want.” “That last one took you by surprise,” he observed, “you didn’t even realize you had the urge did you?” “No,” she answered honestly, but she wasn’t very disturbed by it, “I suppose my bladder got used to me letting it have its way, everything just came out on its own.” Draco chuckled, shaking his head. “You play this game too well,” he sighed, “I’m never going to get to punish you at this rate.” “Either way, it works out for me,” Hermione grinned despite herself. Was it weird that peeing so much put her in a good mood? Draco laughed at her response again and smiled despite himself. “I suppose you want a fresh pair of panties, then?” he asked, and Hermione nodded. His little smile turned into a smirk “Let me see your wet ones,” he demanded. “Huh?” Hermione asked in surprise. “Let me see how they look wet,” he said, “pull up your skirt. Show me.” Hermione scowled, blushing again. Now that was embarrassing, to show off her wet panties like that. But still, she had to reason, he saw it last night and she didn’t protest. She gave in with a huff and lifted her skirt. Draco came over, making her take a step back. “You…you’re just looking, right?” she asked nervously. “I’m your master,” he grinned “I can do what I like.” He reached down and slid his hand up her thigh, making Hermione gasp despite herself. “H-hey!” “Quiet,” he ordered, making her jaw snap shut, “Hmm…your thighs are all wet…” His hand slid up between her legs, his fingers stroking the soaked fabric. It tickled in the most pleasurable way and Hermione squealed. The only hands she allowed down there were her own. “S-stop it…” she whimpered softly, but Draco only smirked and continued to stroke the wetness. “Aah…! Draco, stop it..!” Hermione cried out softly, but before she could do anything to stop it, a sudden stream of pee burst out of her soaked crotch and sprayed his fingers. It was barely a few seconds, but it wet his hand and splashed a little on the floor. She looked up at him, shocked and scared, wondering if he’d be angry at her for wetting so suddenly. “I…I’m sorry,” she fussed, thighs quivering “it just…I must not have let it all out…it was an accident…You…you were touching me and it was shocking…” Finally, Draco smiled and pulled his hand away, rubbing his wet fingers together. “Well,” he mused, “are you all done?” “I…I think so?” Hermione murmured, though to be honest, she wasn’t sure. “Why don’t you try and see if anything else will come out, hm? No use in giving you fresh panties if you’re just going to wet them again.” Hermione blushed brightly but obeyed. She pushed her bladder to see what would happen. “Aah…ahhh…!” she gasped, shocked when a sudden thick stream of pee burst out of her, spraying down her thighs and running down her legs. It hissed out of her loudly and she pushed hard, forcing every last drop out of her bladder. When she was done, there was a puddle the size of a serving plate below her. She looked down in shock, she hadn’t even felt like all that was pent up inside. Draco, for his part, started laughing again. “Oh Merlin..! The look on your face! You had to go this much, and you didn’t even know it!” he said, grinning at her, “are you done now?” “I…uh huh…” Hermione heard herself murmuring, breathless. That felt really, really good…she thought, a pleasured blush darkening her cheeks. For a moment, she wished for his hand back between her legs…She swallowed, banishing the thought. She absolutely did not want that. No, no, absolutely not. And yet, her body felt so warm and tingly. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest. She didn’t even notice until he was touching her that Draco was sliding her panties down her legs. “Ahh…! Stop!” she squealed, shoving her skirt down between her legs, “what are you doing?!” “You needed fresh panties,” he smirked “Come on, I already saw it. You’re getting your skirt wet again.” Saw it…he saw it…Hermione thought, her mind buzzing with shock and humiliation. She didn’t even protest that he pulled her panties the rest of the way down. Or that he was kneeling in her puddle to do so. “Come on, step out,” he said, giving her wet panties a tug at the ankles. Hermione found herself obeying. Oh…oh Merlin…he’s…he’s seriously changing my panties for me?! “Stop it, wait…! I can do it myself!” Hermione protested, coming back to her senses. He looked up at her with a look of determination. “Obviously,” he said coldly, “You’re not an invalid. But you are mine, understand? And if I want to clean you up, I’m going to. Now, move your skirt up.” “But…” “Now!” he barked, and Hermione yanked her skirt up as he commanded. Her hands were shaking, and she could swear every inch of her body was flushed red with humiliation. He’s…kneeling in my pee…right in front…oh god…he’s eye level with…he’s looking right at…! I can’t handle this…! Hermione whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut at the overwhelming knowledge that he was looking directly at her most secret place. Let him change her panties and be done with it, faster the better. But what she felt next wasn’t a new pair of panties. No, it was a pleasantly warm, plush, damp cloth sliding up her legs. “Oh…!” she gasped softly, eyes snapping back open to see what he was doing. He was cleaning the pee off her legs with a clean cloth. That…that felt really nice…She swallowed and let her eyes flutter shut as he swept the cloth up the insides of calves and thighs, and then finally between her legs. “Ahh…” she sighed softly, shivering. That feels…so good…he’s so gentle…I never expected him to be gentle… “There you go,” Draco said, almost kindly. She opened her eyes again, just in time to see him flicking his wand to clean her puddle, her socks and shoes, and his own pants from where he knelt in it. He pulled a pair of the replica panties out for her and held them open. Hermione stepped obediently into them without hesitation and Draco slid them up her legs and around her bottom securely. They were dry and warm, like they’d just been washed. She knew he must have placed a spell on them. “Draco, I—” “Master,” he corrected with a smirk, “what do you say? I was so nice to you.” “Um…” Hermione murmured, suddenly feeling shy, “Th-thank you…Master.” It felt good to say, she realized. She liked this. She liked calling him Master. She liked that he had control of her bladder. She never wanted this to stop. “Good girl,” Draco practically purred, and Hermione smiled at the praise, “now, you have fresh panties, try and keep them dry for me?” “Ah…okay,” Hermione said softly, fidgeting a little bit, “are we…finished for the day? School is over…” “Keep going pee whenever you feel like you need to, and if you wet your panties again, you’ll have to change them yourself. How does your bladder feel? Is it still tender?” Hermione pressed lightly on her lower belly, massaging a little. “No,” she said with a smile, “it feels fine.” “Good,” he said with a smile, “tomorrow you’ll have to hold your pee. Come and meet me, the Owlery tomorrow morning, come at 7:00am.” “Okay,” she agreed. Draco grabbed his bag and moved to leave first. He glanced at her, giving a triumphant smirk before leaving her alone. What…what just happened?! I…I was so…I completely submitted there! What is this?! Some kind of Stockholm’s Syndrome?! Hermione panicked at first, angry with herself. She couldn’t believe she was giving in so readily and so easily into Draco Malfoy, someone whom she hated so much. But…but he’d been so gentle as he cleaned her up. And he didn’t make her hold her pee on a day where it would have hurt her. In fact, he gave her the best possible thing and helped her with her confidence even. She rubbed her face. I…I love this…I love this so much…not HIM, I don’t love him…but I love letting him have control over my bladder like this… She sighed and collected herself, her bag, and headed out of the secret passage. She needed to cool her head. She needed to do her homework. Everything was done with, the first day of school, and their first day of the game. Hermione didn’t even hate to admit that it was the best day back she’d ever had.
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  15. Authors note: Sorry if it's kinda bad lmao Andy was casually laying in bed, scrolling through his Instagram feed in the darkness of his unlit room. He felt hinself grow tired, but figured he'd still be awake a while, after all it was only 8:30. Instead, though, he drifted to sleep within the next few minutes. Next thing he knew, Andy "awoke" into a classroom, taking what he believed was a math quiz. He didn't realize he was dreaming, and he stared at the page in front of him intently, but the words didn't make sense. It was like he was trying to read a foreign language. Andy looked around at everyone flying through the quiz, their pencils jerking across the page. He tried to look back at his own paper, but still, nothing made sense. It was then he felt a twinge in his bladder. He faltered slightly, but quickly regained his posture. It began to press on him how bad he had to piss, and he glanced worriedly at clock positioned at the front of the room. He thought about asking his teacher, Mrs. Daroh, to go, but he knew he'd get turned down as he hadn't finished his quiz. His leg bounced up and down as he scribbled some illegible writing, not caring how bad he did on the assignment right now. As he worked, he felt his urge growing stronger in record time. Andy rushed to stand up the moment he finished the page.... but he realized the instant he did it that it was a bad decision. The sudden movement caused his bladder to spurt out a few drops into his underwear. However, he didn't have time to deal with it, and speedily walked towards the teacher's desk, paper in hand. Andy handed the quiz to Mrs. Daroh before begging her to let him use the bathroom, however he got denied, as there was only 3 minutes left of class. He whined before hesitantly sitting down in his seat. Those 3 minutes were agony. His bladder seemed to edge toward the breaking point in ungodly time, and Andy had to sit there holding himself through the pain. Under the desk, he gave a dick a squeeze every few seconds, praying he could hold it in. Once he reached the one minute mark, an uncrontrollable, large spurt exploded out of his urethra. He managed to stop the flow, but there was now a noticeable damp patch on Andy's light-colored pants. The spurt didn't give him any relief though, instead the ever-growing pain had become worse, and he winced while letting out a small whimper. After what seemed like years of torture, the bell rang. The alarming noise caused a small spurt to shoot out of him, but it didn't do too much. He slowly sat up, still holding hinself with both hands, feeling like he would burst any moment. Feeling a wave of desperation began to build, he made a desperate sprint towards the bathrooms, which thankfully weren't far from his class. He ran passed the other students, trying to ignore the strong pain and small leaks with each step he took. He made it to the restrooms and made a mad dash into the men's room. Thankfully, it was vacant. He stood in front of the urinal, but his aching bladder couldn't take it. Andy desperatly tried to zip down his pants as a strong stream of piss flowed out from his dick, soaking his pants and underwear in the process. He stood there in defeat, knowing there was nothing he could do at this point. However, at the same time, he moaned in pleasure, as it felt so good to release the pent up pee inside him. Pee soaked every inch of his pants. Urine puddled around his shoes, spreading across the tiled floor. After a minute or so, his stream turned into small droplets before stopping completely, and Andy continued to stare into his mess. It was then Andy really woke up. It took him a second to comprehend reality. But, he realized he awoke to drenched shorts and sheets, along with a large erection pleading for attention. Oh, fun.
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  16. I kind of feel like I've been spamming this story lately, so forgive me if I should make it all on one thread instead. But I've been on a writing roll like never before! I'm really falling in love with Bethany and how things are proceeding. Link to Part 3. Bon Appetit. ----------------------------- Strolling alongside her family, Bethany closed her eyes. The sun and breeze on her exposed limbs, the swish of grass under her feet, and the crash of ocean waves in the distance made for a dreamlike experience. Her panties were still sodden, but in the moment, she appreciated it. A good push let her produce one last trickle of pee. Most of it dripped right through to her thighs, where it got wiped away by walking, or evaporated in minutes anyway. She grinned; perhaps this was how people dealt with the island’s bladder tyranny. Enhancing her comfort was the fact that no one brought up her barely-dressed state even once since leaving half her clothes in the truck. She even found it easier to listen to her grandpa’s flavor information about the area. “Vinnie, the park, and most of the buildings we can see are part of Florentine University. Got my degree here when it was still called North Atlantic. Top-notch maritime academy, but they also have excellent history and political science programs. Thought much about college, kiddo?” “Not really,” Bethany confessed. She had not even entered high school. And per the Canadian system which the island used, she had one year left of junior high. She began to tell her grandpa this, but had difficulty speaking. She kept clearing her throat, to minimal success. After all that peeing and crying, it was too parched. Her mother made mention of it. “You need something to drink? Come to think of it, we haven’t had anything to eat or drink since Montreal.” “Well, the student services building has a food court,” her grandpa pointed out, “Everything in there is good.” There were no signs about a dress code, and they entered. Her mom began to rummage through her purse, but Bethany’s grandpa pushed it down again. “Nance, please. My treat.” He handed her a $20 bill. “Get whatever you want.” Her mom thanked him, but in turn handed the money to Bethany. “Get us whatever you want,” she said, sharing a chuckle before scurrying off. Above the corridor she had run down hung a sign saying “Public S.A.” Come to think of it, Bethany had wet herself twice-- three times if you count the dribble on the lawn just now-- in the time her mother had not mentioned a need to pee. She would surely adapt just fine. Impressed by her mother’s endurance, Bethany worked up the courage to approach the counter in her panties and ordered two fried fish platters with fountain drinks. She rejoined her grandparents, and the group claimed a table. The partial cover of the furniture made Bethany feel a little better about what she was wearing, but so did watching other diners. She took a long drink of tea, cut into her fish fillet, and made a game out of spotting different kinds of people and how they dressed. It started developing into a point system for who was wearing or not wearing what, but before she was satisfied with the rules, her mother came back. It had not occurred to Bethany how wound up the woman must have been until seeing her now, much more relaxed. “Thanks again, dad,” her mother said, “And you for the fish, Beth.” She leaned in to whisper, “Please don’t feel bad at all about what happened earlier, because it turns out I leaked a little, too. It was close!” “I did not need to know that,” Bethany dismissed, “But thanks, I guess.” Even if she herself was damp all over with pee, it was still her mom. “It’s rude to talk about pee in public.” She drew herself up with mock smugness at winning the exchange. The visit to the food court and period of lingering afterward proved immensely refreshing. After a little rest, hot food, and crisp iced tea, Bethany felt like a new girl. She also felt something else-- the initial squeeze of more urine announcing itself. The toilet was nearby. Before getting up, though, another thought occurred to her-- her underwear had dried almost all the way, but perhaps she should not overtax her bladder by holding any more than necessary until it could recover. The logic was shaky at best, but bolstering it was the real reason: a flicker of rebellion. If this island thought public facilities were inappropriate, there would be one natural result. Further, there was a good chance she could get away with it by claiming any wetness had already been there. She focused. The tentative bit of pee that had withdrawn when she first resisted crept back to the opening, and was released. A runnel warmed her privates. She did not mean to make a puddle on the plastic seat, but the pee was flowing, and the longer her dirty deed went on, the more delectably bratty it felt. Soon, she had to stop, if only to save some for later. When it came time to leave, she considered after standing to take a few napkins and wipe up the evidence. But then, that would defeat the purpose of her ‘message’ to the people here. She turned away, savoring the fresh moisture between her legs and even letting a little more out before getting outside. With luck, a few drops made it to the tile. The foursome had not made it far at all before Bethany’s grandpa paused. “Oops,” he said, patting his pocket, “Left the truck keys inside. Would you ladies sit tight for a moment?” Bethany took the opportunity to literally sit, plunking down in the grass. Her mother and grandmother stood nearby, but far enough not to notice when she urged the rest of her pee out. It was not much, but the shaky stream filtered through her underwear and seeped into the ground. It should not have been enough to notice even as she let herself run empty, but she would try to keep her much wetter butt out of view for a little while. Once they reached the truck, she was all but home free. The ride was much more pleasant without the danger of pissing all over the seat. The truck passed scenery that was worlds away from her comparatively featureless hometown-- the assorted masts and outriggers of a hundred boats swayed in the harbor. Waves launched white mist over a promontory above the ocean, atop which stood a blue-striped lighthouse. Finally, the drab fisheries and warehouses gave way to wood-slat homes, each contributing to a cacophony of colors on the hillside. At the same time she marveled at the sights, Bethany fought resentment of her parents for never taking her here before. Her grandpa pulled into a carport at one of the houses. It boasted a clear view of the bell tower above the capitol, and fittingly, was painted canary yellow. “Here we are,” he said, unlocking the door, “Our Versailles de nouveau monde. You guys get settled in.” Bethany held her wad of peed belongings under one hand and rolled her suitcase inside with the other. Only the briefest of looks around and an arduous hike up the stairs were needed to identify which room would be hers; she left her things in a heap on the floor and tumbled onto the bed. The threat of getting pee on the comforter did not concern her. She had only begun to take in the dark wood decor when her mom knocked on her door frame. “Beth, can I come in? I just wanted to talk about what happened at lunch.” Bethany had no idea what she meant, but her stomach still dropped. Her mom sat on the end of the bed. “Grandpa told me that when he went back to get his keys, he saw there was a little pee puddle on your seat.” Such heat flashed to Bethany’s face, she swore she had begun to sweat. There was nothing she could say to answer that. “I’m not mad at you,” her mom said, her voice low and soothing, “But you saw me go to the bathroom that was right there, and I felt like I should ask if you’re having problems holding it, or you did it on purpose, or what.” Bethany considered lying. Wouldn’t work, she convinced herself. For one, she was terrible at lying to either parent in most cases. But for another, if she said it was an accident, it would lead her mom to believe she was stricken with an untimely bout of incontinence. That was not a tangled web that had any good ending. It was time to bite the bullet. She chewed her fingernails, to serve as a barrier between her mother and herself, and to steady her hands’ trembling. “Yeah, it was kind of on purpose,” she murmured, looking away. “Well,” her mother began, her mouth working, “I’m not going to punish you, but grandpa wanted me to come and talk to you. He and grandma have been very nice because it’s our first day here and it’s been hard to adjust to not having many bathrooms around. But he thought you should know that while we can walk around town in our underwear if we want, what you did in the food court was unacceptable. Accidents are one thing, but you abso-lutely cannot leave pee puddles around on purpose. Never ever. “I get it, mom,” Bethany groaned, heaving as embarrassment fused with frustration. This conversation had gone on long enough. “I won’t do it anymore.” “You’d better not,” her mom insisted, “Beth, I’m serious. Would you like it if a stranger left bodily fluids on something you wanted to use?” “No,” she confessed. More and more she felt like a criminal guilty of a heinous offense being grilled by the cops. “But I was already wet, and it was just a little pee. Not like it was anything dangerous.” “Maybe not, but that doesn’t matter, and you’re a big girl. The people here don’t even talk about bodily functions. What makes you think they’ll want to look at it or touch it? It comes out of your private parts, and they treat going to the bathroom the same as having sex.” “Eww, mom!” Bethany said, “I’ll never pee someplace other than a toilet from now on. Happy?” “My point exactly. If that’s something you can do, then yes, that would make me happy. Otherwise, just be careful, alright?” “Alright.” “Good,” she said, finally standing up and gracing Bethany with a hug and kiss. “Love you, B. Daddy will be home soon, and someone will call you down for dinner.” “Okay, love you too.” She sighed and flopped on her back. If she had any left in her, she would have peed more, right where she was, for the sake of spite. It seemed like a moment later when a key rattled the lock on the front door, which then opened and closed. The blue sky outside her window had turned to black, however. She must have fallen asleep for hours. Her churning bladder provided another clue. “Alex,” her grandpa’s voice echoed from downstairs, “Some people here would love to say hi.” “Glad you made it, Nancy,” Bethany’s dad said, apparently hugging her mom in the foyer, “Where’s Beth?” “Upstairs, probably taking a nap.” Bethany froze. She had not yet found the bathroom, which was rapidly becoming necessary. Neither could she pee here in her room without escaping notice, and did not want to scour the house before greeting her father properly. While squirming with crossed legs and both hands gripping her crotch, she pondered whether she should at least put on pants. She had been too shy for years now to let him see her half-undressed, and they would at least hide any leaks that happened in the next few minutes. But she dispelled that mentality. What she understood from her mom was that accidents were okay. Island rules now. She flitted downstairs in only her tank top and panties to see him, hands full of shirt fabric and trusting she would stay dry enough in the crotch to pass muster. “Hey Daddy,” she said, squeezing him briefly around the waist. He smelled like fish. He made eye contact with her, half-convincing Bethany he had read her mind and intuited the severity of her urge to pee. “Hey, baby girl. Long time no see. Looks like you’ve… taken to the local customs well enough.” “I guess so,” she said, hugging herself and shifting on crossed legs. He had left it to her to figure out if he meant her clothes, her badly-disguised pee dance, or both. He patted her on the arm. “Hey, I’ve been here a month or so now and I still get culture shock every now and then. But this place will feel like home to you too in no time.” She raised her eyebrows and sighed. “I hope so.” The conversation in the rest of the family turned boring, so Bethany took the excuse to retreat back upstairs. It lent her the chance to bury both hands in her crotch and plenty of time to think about what happened with her mother. She would probably get ratted out to her dad. But never mind the longer-term issues; now the press of her bladder was what daunted her. She had already moaned and released a drop or two, gratefully free to squirm as much as necessary. But still, the urge to pee on the floor did not survive. As the shock of the confrontation with her mom faded, its full effects began to sink in. What if someone walked in while she squatted in her room, a noisy stream pattering down from her girlhood? Or purposely through her underwear right after her mother warned her not to? How would she have handled discovering someone else’s puddle of pee? Or someone who had obviously gone in their clothes? Likely with revulsion. Again, now, how was she going to handle the lack of bathrooms-- accommodations, she reminded herself, seemingly anywhere? She tried bringing her left knee across. Then her right knee. Then standing with both feet on the floor and wiggling her hips quickly. Any and everything to calm the urge. "Beth?" her father called up the stairs, "Everything okay up there?" They must have heard the thumping of her steps downstairs. "Yeah," she answered instinctively, "Just looking around." Her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence when a spurt escaped her. Drops of pee skimmed her legs and made a handful of splats on the floor. Instead of looking for the accommodations, or understandably asking where they were, she committed to the lie. She was forced to poke around the bedroom for a few minutes in case anyone checked on her. She bent low, turned her toes inward, and squeezed her crotch with every bit of strength. The people here do this all the time, she told herself, It has to be possible. As much as her body cried out for her to push, let it gush warmly down her legs and splatter on the floor, just hold it! Her crotch and thighs were growing hot. Her fingers caught enough pee that drops had crept around to the back of her hands. She risked removing one at a time to wipe it on her shirt, each move causing the slow trickle to pick up again. The fluttering of her bladder muscles signaled the end was upon her. But as her eyes darted around the room before the urge ultimately got her, there was one more thing to try. Beside her closet was a seemingly identical door. Even if it was another closet, she would have her accident in there. What she opened was the door to salvation. A sink, mirror, and toilet lay on the other side. She at once tried to pull her panties down and climb out of them. Naturally, she tripped, and nearly hit her teeth on the toilet supposed to save her from even more humiliation and punishment. Both hands bracing against the floor saved her, but now she was on all fours, her pee stream thundering on the tile. Her panties were looped around one ankle as she scrambled up and onto the toilet. Another "technical" success. Fuck, Beth, it was right there. Do something besides pissing on everything and crying for a change. Still, a lump formed in her throat. There was no blaming this accident on lack of toilets. She had found it in time, and made it in time, but in her frenzy to get there, bungled the attempt. There was pee everywhere. Her hands, feet, elbows, knees. The floor was coated wall-to-wall. There was splatter on the walls for that matter as well, and the base of the sink. A lot was in her shirt. Her panties were a lost cause. She had almost forgotten a time when they had been clean. "I'm okay!" she yelled, forestalling any rescue efforts upstairs. That was the last thing she needed. All that remained was mopping up the devastation, wringing out her panties, and hoping to air-dry enough to survive dinner. They called for her approximately an hour later. A cursory self-inspection turned out okay; it must have been just enough time. Other than returning downstairs for dinner and recounting briefly their travels, she stayed in the bedroom all evening, using her personal toilet several times, but even in between, not letting it out of her sight.
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  17. Big Leak ~•~•~•~ I accept commissions! Dm me for the prices ~•~•~•~
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  18. 30 birthday is January... just saying ?
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  19. There's a time and a place to hit on women, usually when they're receptive This, for many obvious reasons, is not one of those times.
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  20. Chapter 2: Zebras I must say, my girlfriend was looking quite stunning that Saturday. She wore a sporty top, her excellent B cups looking great—I’ve always been more of a shape than size guy when it comes to breasts—and light blue jeans shorts. When she turned around, the shape of my bum got me a semi. I’m sorry to be so explicit, but what can I say? I wouldn’t be with Tanya if she didn’t turn me on. She’s average height, brunette, with a pretty face and an hourglass figure. Just my type of girl. But of course, I wouldn’t be with her just because she’s a perfect ten—which, if I’m being honest, many other guys would probably disagree with, but it’s my opinion that matters—our personalities must match, our sexualities and interests and everything else that makes a relationship that consists of more than sex work. And they do. She’s ambitious, she can speak as easily about philosophy as about Archer, my favorite cartoon, and she’s usually very nice and pleasant to be around. She’s got a bit of a temper, but somehow I find it cute. Especially because she’s always so sweet when we make up, which never takes long. Quick to go off, quick to forgive, that’s my girlfriend for you. Before we went out, I made the mistake of asking her whether she’d been to the bathroom, which I’d done when I showered as a reasonable precaution. We were going to be out all day, and who knew when and where restrooms would be available? But she got offended. “Quit parenting me,” she told me with a frown. But then she added, “As a matter of fact, no I didn’t, although it’s none of your damn business. I didn’t need to go so I didn’t.” She elected to pack a large bottle of water in her backpack, as if trying to push my buttons. She keeps telling me I’m trying to “daddy” her when I voice my concerns about her little potty issue. I’m not one of those guys who likes his girl to yell “yes daddy, fuck me harder” when we have sex. But I do feel a certain responsibility. Significant others should look out for each other. I don’t want her to embarrass herself, especially not in public. We were going to the zoo first. Tanya took several swigs out of her water bottle in the car. “I really love zebras,” she said. “They’re my favorite animals. Like funny-looking horses. I hope they have them at City Central,” the zoo we were going to. I nodded. What do you even say to that? I never had a favorite exotic animal. I like dogs. They’re affectionate and you keep them as pets. Zebras, giraffes, elephants? You see them in zoos, or on David Attenborough shows. Hard to form a relationship with them unless you happen to work at a zoo or be an animal researcher. As we got in line for the ticket booth, I noticed Tanya squirming slightly. Surely after all her bravado, she didn’t need to pee already? “Babe, you seem a bit fidgety,” I said. “I’m just excited for the zebras, silly,” she said. Tanya puts on a charming smile when she lies. I’ve known about her tell for a while. We played poker for small stakes of cash once. Never again. I slept on the couch for three days. I paid for the tickets and we entered. We have a good thing going, money-wise. Not quite shared accounts yet, but we tend to alternate paying for things, whether it be zoo tickets or groceries. We make about the same amount of money and pay about the same share of our bills, including rent. We walked around for an hour, looking at chimps, lions, elephants and snakes. Tanya voiced her disappointment at the lack of zebras. By now, she couldn’t hide her fidgeting. After we ate lunch—Tanya had a large coffee with her hot dog—she couldn’t resist crossing her legs. I figured this had gone on long enough. “Tanya, please don’t take this the wrong way...” I began. “You’re going to tell me to go potty, aren’t you?” “I wouldn’t use those words, but yes. You’re dancing like a little girl. Come on, it’ll be quick. Restrooms are right there,” I said, pointing at a little red building with the word RESTROOMS prominently displayed on a sign. “I can hold it,” she said. I took her hand. “Come on, I need to make a pit stop anyway,” I said. She resisted my grip. “Don’t parent me,” she repeated. It had became her refrain, and she was sticking to her script. I clutched her firmly. I wasn’t giving in so easily this time. “Don’t be silly,” I said. Tanya proved my point by grabbing herself between the legs. “When was the last time you peed, anyway?” She thought about it for a moment. I’d expected her to make some sassy remark, but instead, she said, “Oh, about dinner-time last night, I think.” “About time, then.” She shrugged and let me hold her hand. “Okay, daddy,” she added sarcastically, but she let me lead her toward the restrooms. When we got in, we discovered it was a unisex restroom, and there was a line for both stalls. Tanya wasn’t pleased. “Fuck,” she said, squirming. I let her go ahead of me, of course. Directly in front of us was a girl in her late teens, also clearly desperate. “Please,” she was muttering to herself, as if invoking the pee gods to intervene in her favor. Then there was a moan. “No,” she said, casting her eyes down. I couldn’t spot anything on her jeans, but maybe she leaked. I tried not to pay too much attention to her. I don’t know why, but seeing Tanya desperate had woken something in me. Everything was somehow sexually charged, and this girl was far too young for me. Plus, I was on a date with my girlfriend. It’s rude to look at other girls with desire in your eyes when you’re on a date. Tanya leaned in and whispered. “That girl’s performance isn’t helping me,” she confided. My girlfriend seemed to be at her limit. She now had a hand permanently stuck between her legs. Good thing she gave in, otherwise I’d be driving her home in wet shorts within thirty minutes. Finally, the man in our stall exited, and the teenage girl rushed in, mumbling to herself. Possibly thanking the pee gods for their timely intervention. Tanya clutched my hand, hard. She was clearly struggling. There was no one else behind us in line for this particular stall, and the line for the other stall had cleared out by the time the teenage girl exited. Her eyes were cast down, and I followed them. There was a tiny wet spot between her legs. I redirected my gaze at Tanya, potty-dancing like a toddler. Keep your focus on your girl, I told myself. To my surprise, she dragged me into the stall with her. “Fuck!” She mumbled as she struggled with the zipper. Finally, she got it open, then down came the shorts and the pink panties as she planted herself on the seat. Tanya moaned as she let go. It was a drizzle for a few seconds, then it became a flood. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it’s the longest piss I can recall witnessing. I could see the tension leave her shoulders, and she had to put a hand over her mouth to suppress what might have been a whimper, might have been a distinctly orgasmic moan. What came out instead was a muffled “ahhh.” Then she wiped and stood up, allowing me a good view between her legs as she hiked up her panties. She pointed between her legs and whispered, “See, not a spot.” Then she moved out of the way and let me piss. Mine wasn’t nearly as urgent or as long as hers, and it was also not aided by the appearance of a boner. I thought I could hear Tanya chuckling, but I might be imagining things. I finished, and then we sneaked out of the stall, wary of any onlookers who thought we might have been up to no good in there together. After we were done washing up, I gave my girlfriend that look. “See what happens when you put it off until the last minute,” I said. She arced a brow. “I made it just fine.” “By a hair.” But then she surprised me by changing tack completely. “Seemed like you enjoyed the show, didn’t you, honey?” I blushed. I tried to deny it. I really did. But I just couldn’t—that moment in the stall, no, the whole sequence starting with me dragging Tanya to the restrooms, her potty-dancing, the desperate girl in front of us, the girl exiting the stall damp between the legs, Tanya almost having an accident, the orgasmic look on her face as she made it just in time—it had been distinctly erotic. I wanted it not to be, but my body betrayed me. Tanya smiled. “Right then, babe, I should be good for the rest of the day, then.” She finished up her water bottle and immediately replaced it with another one, equally large, from a nearby vending machine. We continued our tour of the zoo and she’d finished the bottle by the hour. By then, we’d seen most of what City Central Zoo had to offer, too, verifying once and for all there were no zebras, so I suggested to Tanya we head to greener pastures. Tanya gave a cautious look as we passed the restrooms by the exits, but pass them by she did. And—by the gods, big or small—I could feel my pulse quicken as she did. “Let’s have a picnic in the park!” Tanya suggested when she spotted an old blanket in the back of the car. I had nothing better to suggest, so we swung by a shop to buy some crackers, plastic cups, and a cheap bottle of wine. “I’m driving,” I reminded Tanya. “You can have one glass and you’ll be fine to drive by this evening. Leave the rest of it to me,” she said, and winked. We found a nicely shaded spot underneath a tree. It was the height of summer, and it was nice to get out of the early afternoon heat. I spread out the blanket on the grass, and Tanya seated herself in a curious way: one leg tucked underneath her, sitting on her heel. She wasn’t quite able to sit still, either, and as I poured us wine, I inquired, “Tanya, you wouldn’t happen to need…?” She nodded. “I’m feeling a bit full, is all. But I can last a bit longer! Cheers!” We touched our disposable plastic cups together, which had none of the satisfying clinking of genuine glass—it just caused the plastic to bend and the wine to spill up the sides. I drank my wine slowly and we chatted about the zoo, while my girlfriend finished her glass quickly and began on her second. By now, she was squirming openly. “Tanya, I can see you’re getting desperate,” I said. My pulse was definitely heightened. She was right: for some incomprehensible reason, I was enjoying the show. It had never occurred to me before that watching a woman desperately try to contain her bladder could be remotely erotic. It hadn’t felt that way when Tanya wet the bed, or pissed herself while we were watching Netflix. Both times, it felt like it got in the way of any erotic charge, but now, for some reason, here I was watching her, picturing her leaking into those pink panties, desperately clenching, and getting all hot and bothered. Maybe it was her manner: she was presenting herself to me, showing herself off. She was neither embarrassed nor sorry. She was teasing me and it was working. “I have to pee so, so bad,” she said. “But I’ve lasted longer than this before.” “You barely made it, like, three hours ago, and now you’re looking like you might burst again already.” She smiled. “I’m not nearly as close to leaking as I was back then.” She finished up the last of her wine and crawled over towards me, gave me a sloppy kiss. “Come on, big boy, admit it. You’d be disappointed if I gave in and went to the restroom like a sensible girl right now.” “No,” I said. “I think you should be sensible and go before it’s too late.” She leaned away from me. Fixed her gaze on mine. Her green eyes glittered. “If you truly mean that, I’ll go.” I couldn’t make my head nod, much as I wanted it to. “No,” I said, and pulled her in for another kiss. “No, don’t go yet,” I repeated, as we separated. She sat down, holding herself subtly between the legs, looking at me expectantly. What was I supposed to say to her? “But let’s talk about this. Where is this coming from? Was it always something… arousing to you? Because to me, what I’m feeling… I don’t know where it’s coming from.” She shook her head. “No, I don’t know where it’s coming from either. It was always just a bad habit I had, putting it off. I always did have a big bladder, so I rarely got caught short even though I set myself up for it all the time, putting it off.” “So what’s going on?” She shrugged. “I can’t tell you why it’s turning you on now. But I can tell you why it’s turning me on now, when it never really did before. You know, I was getting kind of mad at you for parenting me like a child, so I pulled you into that stall on a whim. I wanted to show you I’d make it. But then, having you there, watching me, and that relief—the relief wasn’t just physical, this time. It was emotional. I think I’d be devastated, if I’d ended up having an accident in front of you.” She fidgeted again, gave me a sly little smile, then continued, “I mean, I’ve had accidents in public before, and I laughed it off, it was mildly embarrassing but my friends let me off the hook pretty lightly, so I could laugh with them about it. But you—I was trying to prove something to you, and if I’d failed, I was afraid you’d humiliate me. That relief, emotional and physical, with you there watching every second… I came. For the first time ever, I had a spontaneous orgasm, just from peeing.” It was a lot to take in. I didn’t know which thread to pick at first. Before I’d collected my thoughts, she added, “Also, I couldn’t help but notice you seemed to be enjoying the show.” I blushed. “Yeah.” But there was that other thing she said. “But that bit about me humiliating you—I wouldn’t do that, you know that, right? I wouldn’t lead with I told you so if I saw you were genuinely upset.” We looked at each other. My eyes were moist, for some reason. Hers were, too. “I love you,” she said. “I love you, too.” It wasn’t the first time we’d said those words to each other, but it felt as meaningful as that first time. “Tell me about an accident you had,” I said. Somehow, things had gotten a bit too deep, too quickly, and I wanted to bring them back down to the carnal plane. Her squirming was now constant. I hoped nobody was around to see us, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away from her performance. “Wouldn’t you like to know all the details,” Tanya said. “Okay, so there was this one time on a bus trip...” “Yeah, sorry to interrupt you. Sarah happened to mention that to me one time. She told me you had a weird habit or something.” Tanya laughed. “That bitch could never keep a dirty secret,” she said, but her tone was humorous, not angry. “Okay, that happened. It was just one of those times when I overestimated my abilities. Let me tell you another incident. It was just after I got my first job out of college. I was supposed to be a receptionist, and there were calls all day, both on the phone and in person, and I was nervous so I kept sipping tea. By the end of the day, I was desperate, but for some reason I thought I could make it home, so I didn’t go looking for a restroom.” “And you didn’t? Make it home, I mean?” “Oh, I did. I was squirming like mad on the bus, but I got there. Not even a leak. But when I got home, my roommate was in the shower. I stood outside the bathroom door like this,” and she demonstrated by squeezing her crotch, violently shifting her legs around, “and praying she’d be done in time. But then I felt it—a little leak. And another. I looked down at my slacks, and could see a little damp spot down there. I was really struggling, and began banging on the door. Just then, Anita—that’s my housemate at the time—she opened the door, wrapped in a towel, and I just lost it right in front of her. Totally pissed my pants in front of this girl I’d moved in with three weeks ago off a Craigslist ad, didn’t really know her at all.” “Wow. Must have been super embarrassing.” “She was a bit shocked, but when I told her how I’d been held up at work all day, first day, didn’t even know where the restrooms were and didn’t want to disappoint my manager—you know, laying it on a bit thick for sympathy—she was actually really understanding. Told me she’d never quite pissed herself, but she’d had some close calls herself. We ended up becoming good friends, and she saw me desperate on more than one occasion later, but I never had another accident when she was around.” Tanya crept a bit closer to me, still holding herself with one hand. Took my hand and carefully placed it on her abdomen, which was bulging. “Careful, no added pressure,” she said. I felt an erection coming on. She looked me over, from the eyes down to my crotch. I made no attempt to hide the effect she was having on me. “You know,” I said, making an effort to get back to reality. “This is obviously really exciting, but maybe we should explore it more in private?” Tanya bit her lip. “Uh-huh. Someone might see, right?” I nodded. “You wouldn’t humiliate me if I did have an accident?” She asked. “Never.” “What if I wanted you to?” “What?” “I know about incognito mode,” she said. “And?” “And if I didn’t, you might discover some things in my search history that’d surprise you,” she added with a coy smile. “Look, let’s try this. I noticed there’s a public restroom about two hundred meters up this path, we passed it on our way there. When I really don’t think I can hold it any longer, I’ll give you a sign and you take me there. And if I don’t make it, I want you to humiliate me—not, like, hardcore. Just embarrass me a little. Remind me I’m too old to be putting it off too long.” “I wouldn’t want to go too far...” I was intrigued, but also wary. Things were moving fast, and there was a battle going on between my libido and my higher thinking. “I might pretend to be a bit upset, but if I get actually upset and want you to stop, I’ll tell you zebras and you’ll stop.” “Zebras is your safe-word?” “Why not?” “Someone might see us...” “Look around you,” she said. I’d been too transfixed by her squirming and her stories to notice that the park was deserted. I could even see the restrooms Tanya were talking about back up the path. “And I have a change of clothes in the car. I didn’t bring it on purpose, I just noticed my overnight bag was sitting there in the trunk, must’ve forgotten it there sometime.” “Okay.” I said. “I’m not sure… We’ve never done any roleplay before. I might be a terrible actor.” “I’m about to piss myself,” Tanya said. “I’m sure I’ll be more focused on holding it than on your Oscar chances.” We spent the next half-hour just trying to pass the time, trading trivia while Tanya’s movements got increasingly erratic. Fun fact: it’s really hard to come up with fun facts when you’re waiting for your desperate girlfriend to wet herself, watching for every sign. She bent over, grabbing herself and moaning, then looked me in the eye. I took it as her promised sign. “Right,” I said, clearing my throat. Time to get into character. “This has gone on too long, babe. Let’s get you to a restroom.” “I’m not your child,” she said, squirming and biting her lip. “No, so stop acting like one.” I helped her up. She winced as she had to let go of her crotch for a moment. I took her by the hand and led her up the path towards the restrooms. She walked slowly, clenching every muscle, and had to stop several times to clutch at herself. I glanced around nervously for onlookers, but the park was still empty. Once, she stopped completely, bent over, and when she straightened back up, I noticed a tiny wet spot on her shorts. “Oh, fuck’s sake, are you peeing your pants?” I said. “Shut up. I’m gonna make it,” Tanya said. We were only thirty paces off from the restrooms now. Tanya could only take three strides at a time before she had to stop and clutch at herself, but she didn’t let go of my hand. “Come on, you can make it, big girl,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t. As we approached the door, Tanya sank into a crouch, whimpering. “Ahh,” she said. “No, no, no…” My eyes were fixed on her abdomen, on the wet spot between her legs: it had grown. It was growing. Pee began pouring out, through the denim, down her inner thighs, out the leg holes of her shorts, pitter-pattering down her legs and pooling in the grass beneath her. Tanya moaned. It went on for a minute, then she straightened herself up. “I think I got it under control now,” she said. I took her hand again and turned her around, admiring her bum. Under control, my ass. Her butt was soaked all the way up to the waistband in a half-moon pattern, and her bare thighs were glistening with transparent urine. “Didn’t I tell you to go earlier?” I said. “Under control? You just wet yourself like…” I was still not entirely in character, and I was both confused and aroused—I couldn’t come up with a coherent sentence, no way to fulfill her humiliation fantasy that didn’t go overboard. “I’m sorry, Ryan,” she said in a small voice. “I’ll make it next time.” Then she rose and kissed me, passionately, teasing me with her tongue. “I really enjoyed that,” she whispered. Her voice was back to normal now, but she was still breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. “Now get me home and we’ll take care of all your needs, big boy.” She gave my erection a squeeze through my pants. We made it back to the car unseen. Tanya retrieved her overnight bag and quickly made a change in the backseat, under the cover of our blanket. Then we drove home and she more than fulfilled her end of the deal. Dear diary, today was incredible. Ryan and I discovered something new and exciting—I’d never dreamed that things would turn out this way. The way he looks at me when I’m desperate—the way I felt when I couldn’t help but let go—his charmingly awkward attempts to embarrass me—the fun we had when we got home. Oh my god. I am at a loss for words. We’re definitely exploring this further sometime. With more proper planning, certainly. I could tell Ryan was a bit conflicted—we got caught up in a bubble of arousal and we moved a bit fast. It’s okay, though. We talked about it afterwards. Agreed that we both enjoyed it. Agreed we’d explore it at a careful pace going forward. Made absolutely sure nothing we did today crossed anybody’s limits. Talk soon, T.
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  21. As a woman I get tingling in my vagina but I also get a drumming throbbing feeling in my urethra. It’s like she pushes out and in rhythmically first slowly then faster and faster until I start to leak. When i’m Really bursting my nipples harden, my vagina lips swell and my clit gets hard! My bladder hurts and my entire body becomes alive and sensitive to touch. Waves are like urgent signals sending electric shocks right now to my vagina and my muscles start contracting like in labour. Its an extremely sexual experience for me.
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  22. Jade OHOJHI-010

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    This is a pee-stop / permission-to-pee type of situation video. Found it on the web. I love these OHOJHI series! Description from jade-net-home.com: E-mail that I had from each other like, hot feeling that "I want to see a figure which is stopped in the middle of a pee, you have bashfully" had been written. This work's experimental work was born in the interaction with comrades like. And get the pee to girls that starts from a state in which to put up with pee, you are pleading, "Please let me go toilet soon." But good amount you are determined by the pee, by an amount crowded stain on towel. It is a degree that it does not overflow from the cup for some people, but the woman who is restless fidget to pee put out only a small amount. Then be passed the towel after 20 seconds approximately. It is necessary to put up so far. Because it is a challenge that individual difference is easy to get, some women to succeed without leaking to the end, and women that lead to clumsiness on the way. And women at a place called in the clear after a little wee and is Pyupyu~tsu leaks much effort to attract basin and impatient and ends up there without permission. Second edition excretion series of experiments to make the comrades like us. It is an experiment of pee patience this time. You want to do experiments further you would like to see are also sought. 7 people
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    Woke up with the need so got dressed. And went outside and had an accident on purpose ? After pics below
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  24. I'm back! ;v; Hope no one missed me too much! My pee in this one is really clear, I'm well hydrated The skirt is faux-leather, so I really couldn't get it wet while doing this!! It was hard ;0;
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    This is the semi-complete Omoani video collection upscaled to 1080p FHD (and for a few videos, 4k UHD) format. This was done using deep convolutional neural networks (specifically waifu2x) with some additional post-processing to remove banding and other artifacts. Most of the original clips, which were originally 640x480, have been scaled up 2.25x to 1440x1080. A few of the most recent (higher quality) releases which were originally 720p have also been scaled up 3x to 4k UHD for those with hardware powerful enough to handle it, and 1080p HD for everyone else. This is also a semi-preview of a new feature that will be coming to OmoOrg's gallery Soon™. Eventually, our gallery system will be able to automatically upscale lower resolution image uploads in the same manner, with minimal loss in quality!
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  26. Author's note: Considering that MasterXploder will be the primary consumer of this story, it's only fair that's where the editing was done. --------------- Splash. Splash. Splash. The crashing of the waterfall into the flowing river was the only sound reverberating through young Pearl Fey's ears. Being so close to Kurain Village, the waterfall was a landmark to those with a voice beyond the living, as the women of the Fey family had. Their bloodline was one of a long chain of spirit mediums, and as such, would often make pilgrimages to this waterfall in their training, where they would sit under the crashing water to meditate and improve their concentration and extra-sensory awareness. However, Pearl was not the one undergoing training at the moment, not when someone far more important was honing her skills: Pearl's cousin, Mystic Maya Fey, the last surviving member of the main family back to take her birthright. Clad in white robes, Maya remained perfectly still as gallons of water crashed on her head, meditating to improve her concentration and extra-sensory awareness. Pearl was just here as support. That wasn't to say that she was working on her concentration herself, just of an entirely different kind. Pearl and Maya had departed down the trail out of the village shortly after a juice-filled breakfast, a meal that was in itself shortly after waking for the morning. Now, while she had no way of knowing the current time, the growling in her stomach indicated that it was past lunchtime, as did the ache and discomfort a little lower. Splash. Splash. Splash. "Nngh." Clenching her teeth under a frown, Pearl shifted her bottom's weight around, scraping her bare legs against the rough branches and small rocks in the riverside dirt. A lot of fluids in her system, plus the visual and auditory stimulation from the river, was doing the little girl's bladder no favors. Against her better wishes, she pressed her open palms against her skirt, putting pressure against her little locked-away secret, hoping it would satisfy her need for the time being. Dun-dun-dun dudun du-du-du-dun! The sudden, loud tone from directly beside Pearl didn't help either. On edge and wholly not expecting the noise, she leapt with a high-pitched yelp, eyes widened with shrunken pupils, looking directly at the source, some small pink device, Maya brought it with her. "You scared me," she scolded, twisting her legs together this time. After all, she had just experienced the first breakdown of a failing bladder, with a small patch of warmth across her underwear. Meanwhile, Maya's eyes opened at the chime, breaking her long, silent concentration. "Oh, time's up!" Uncrossing her legs, she stood up under the full force of the waterfall, stepping out and allowing the excess water to drip off her robe. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long through something so boring, Pearly." Pearl shook her head. "I don't mind, Mystic Maya. It's an honor to help the future Master in her training. That's what Mother taught me." Closing the distance between herself and her little cousin, Maya gave a few head pats to Pearl, the drips of water moistening Pearl's brown hair loops, sliding down onto her pink robe. "Well, then I guess I should thank Aunt Morgan for your manners, Pearly. Still, I don't want to keep you here when you could be doing something fun." Maya knelt down to pick up her pink device, spreading her arms wide to air out her white robe. "What's this thing made of, that it doesn't turn see-through when it gets wet?" "S-sorry, Mystic Maya, I don't know." Pearl slowly rose to her feet, all too eager to return to Kurain Village, where there would be a toilet waiting for her. She needed the bathroom really bad, as her body wasted no time reminding her, the strain of changing position causing a repeat of her earlier tiny leak, causing her underwear to turn warm once more. Her muscles tensed in a panicked frenzy, desperate to ensure that little squirt would be the only relief she'd be getting now. A second trickle followed soon after, doubling Pearl's resolve to stay dry, and that was that. She had successfully managed to avoid an accident, at least for the time being. "B-but I'd like to return home quickly." Maya chuckled. "I get it, Pearly. You've got toys to play with at home, it's gotta be better than sitting by a river, watching your cousin do nothing for hours on end." "N-no, it's not that, Mystic Maya! It's an honor to watch your technique! It's just...another thing." Maya stared down Pearl for a short time, looking her over for some kind of insight, causing Pearl to clam up and keep quiet. Eventually, Maya was the one that needed to relent, giving up the search with a shrug. "I'm no good at reading people. I'd make for a terrible interrogator. I don't know how Nick does it." Taking the lead, Maya lifted the long hem of her robe to keep it from catching all manner of dirt as she began the trek down the narrow path back to Kurain Village. Pearl followed, but with a drastically different gait. In contrast to Maya's cheerful trot, Pearl could barely bend her joints in her quest to keep her muscles tense, lest they allow a little more tinkle out through their grasp. She stepped like a wooden doll without knees, limited to small shuffling as her sandals scraped scratches in the soil. If she spread her legs too far, she was afraid her body would take that as permission to do whatever it wanted. Pearl did not have much in way of experience holding vast amounts of urine. Her mother didn't allow her to go out on her own, and without any friends her own age, much of her time was spent in the Fey manor by herself, where a toilet was only a few rooms away. Even when she was busy playing, Pearl just wasn't the kind of girl who would put off her need for relief. She had to pee, she went pee. All that meant she was untrained at coping with the growing pressure near her stomach, just begging to be released. It hurt, that was the only way to put it, and she just wasn't capable of handling it. Her bladder just wanted the torment to end, and it was making all the motions to force that outcome with spurt after spurt after warm spurt, dampening her undies to very uncomfortable levels. In any case, Pearl could already tell; she was not going to make it the long walk home dwelling on her intense need. She needed some kind of distraction, and just her luck, she had a cousin with many exciting tales to tell from the big city. "Mystic Maya, tell me more about Mr. Nick." "You really like hearing about Nick, don't you, Pearly?" "I'm just happy you have a special someone that takes good care of you," Pearl grinned, hiding her cheeks in her open palms as her eyes practically sparkled with glee. Placing an index finger on the side of her mouth, Maya looked upwards as she walked, pondering over Pearl's request. "The thing is, when you've already heard the story about how he questioned a parrot, everything else seems tame by comparison. I don't know what story I have left that would interest you." "I-I don't mind! I just like hearing about you two! Any story is fine!" So long as she had something to think about, besides the constant pounding of her struggling bladder, demanding more and more concentration by the second to avoid a total accident. As it stood now, even Pearl, wholly inexperienced in holding her pee, could tell she would stand no chance making it back home with any of the color white left on her underwear. "Well, let me think...oh, did you hear about Gourdy up here in the mountains?" "Of course I know about gourds! We grow our own vegetables up here, you know that, Mystic Maya!" "No, that's not quite it, Pearly. See, there's a place near the law office called Gourd Lake, and me and Nick found a big monster in it during Christmas!" "Wait, there was a monster?! Like, a real monster?!" "Well...not that time. But just because this one was just a Steel Samurai balloon doesn't mean the beast isn't out there, waiting to make his public debut! And when he does, me and Lotta will be the first there! Oh, I don't think I've ever told you about Lotta. See, she's a photographer that me and Nick met over Christmas last year, waiting on the beach for a scoop on Gourdy..." Maya continued to share the experience, interspersed with her thoughts on the great creature of the lake. Pearl listened intently, happy to have something else on her mind...for a few seconds, at least. Now it was dawning on her that, no, having something else to listen to was not going to make this struggle any easier. In fact, it was just the opposite. She couldn't just ignore her bladder while losing herself in the tale, or else she wouldn't be able to maintain her hold. No matter what, she had to fixate at least a little on her massive volume of pee. But now Maya was talking, and Pearl needed to listen. Now, her attention was split, the pain in her abdomen was too great to ignore even in the slightest, and she couldn't focus as fully on keeping it safely in her body. With distractions from all angles like that, it was only a matter of time before Pearl's condition worsened. It was already bad, her undies were damp, drenched, and disgusting, but it had nothing on what was transpiring beneath her robe now. A powerful jet of urine shot from her, piercing straight through her panties, jetting straight down into the dirt between her sandals, with a more-than-concerning amount getting caught on the fabric of her undergarments, diminishing its momentum enough to snake down her leg, out of sight but not out of mind, at least not for Pearl. Meanwhile, oblivious to the emergency her little cousin was suffering through, Maya was continuing her story. "And then the old guy said me and Nick could have his noodle shop, and-" "Aaaah!" Faced with the tepid trickle renewing the real fear that she might have an accident right in front of the matriarch of the Fey family, Pearl could do nothing but shout in surprise at the sensation of her clothing becoming further wet. That outburst was bound to make Maya stop talking. With a more natural stride, she had ended up a few feet ahead, but as soon as she heard the cry, she stopped walking, turning to face Pearl with a concerned expression. "What is it, Pearly?" She had spent the whole ordeal vehemently refusing to let Maya in on her desperation, but a lapse in judgment following her mind going blank in the surge of adrenaline put that desire as far away from her mind as humanly possible. Without even a thought, entirely on instinct, Pearl's little hands shot under her skirt and clenched her panties tight, squeezing the wetness onto her fingers and palms. Her eyes were clenched just as tight, growing damp as well from a different bodily fluid. At this point, she was in pain, she couldn't care less about keeping it a secret any longer. "Mystic Maya, I gotta tinkle, bad! I really can't hold it!" Maya looked over Pearl for what felt like eternity, who could do nothing but continue her potty dance under the stress. Soon enough, it wouldn't matter whether she told Maya about her predicament or not, as the final unpleasant result would be displayed for both to see in a matter of seconds. Just before that deadline struck, Maya's eyes widened, as the core problem dawned on her. "You don't have any idea how to go to the bathroom outside, do you, Pearly?" While her stepping had been repeatedly punctuated with grunts and squeaks, that question stunned Pearl into a full silence. "W-why would I know something like that? That's not possible...is it?" Maya nodded. "Yep, it certainly is! And it looks like you're gonna need to learn quick if you don't want to walk back into Kurain Village with your clothes all soaked." Pearl shifted her weight from side to side uncomfortably, the additional movement visible even amongst her constant motion. "I...I really don't know, Mystic Maya...it sounds kind of wei-" Even as she was voicing her concern, her body thought differently, and was not taking no for an answer. Another spurt of pee, larger than the last big leak, shot straight through her panties into her hands, warming them considerably. That was the sign, Pearl had pushed her bladder to its limit, and the next forced spurt would be every ounce of pee in her, and she panicked. "W-what do I do?! Hurry!" Despite Pearl's frantic plea, Maya remained calm. "Are you sure? It's going to be kind of embarrassing the fir-" "I don't care! I'll do it! Help, please!" Tears started visibly flowing down Pearl's cheeks as she shuddered violently, desperately holding on to the final strands of her composure. "Okay, the first step is to lift your robe up and pull your underwear down to your knees." Knowing that this was the most awkward part, both to talk about and to do, Maya decided that the best way to offset any hesitation was to demonstrate it was no big deal. Looking around to ensure there was no one to witness, as unlikely as it would be, Maya took a few tiny steps to the side to directly face Pearl, to give her the best view for what would follow. She opened the front of her white meditation robe at the waist, still wet, revealing her bare legs and pure white panties in Pearl's direction. Using her forearms to keep the edges of the robe off to the side, the thumb and forefinger on each hand surrounded the waist band of her underwear, pulling the item down to her knees. Maya looked up, and found that her assurance was not needed; Pearl had already done the exact same thing as her, white skirt lifted and robe pushed back, and underwear shoved down to her knees, where they were held up by her legs spread apart starting at the joint. The only significant difference was the color of the panties; while Pearl's were also naturally white, they were currently heavily discolored yellow and dirty. And the frequent drops falling into the suspended garment like a localized rainfall were doing the cleanliness no favors, splashing in every direction once collision was made. Pearl was done with shame or modesty, she was just ready to go. "What do I do next, Mystic Maya?" "Just squat down like this." Maya bent her knees, wobbling, barely keeping her balance with one hand used to keep her underwear in place and the other keeping her robe's hanging flaps behind her back, lowering herself until her rear end was only a few inches above the ground, spreading her feet as far as she could without stretching out her panties. Now, with her panties held by her knees and friction from the soil keeping her robe in place, she could hug her arms around her legs and pull her torso in close. At the same time, Pearl was watching her cousin intently, copying every motion, just faster and with better balance, thanks to less burgers in the diet. "And then you just-" "Aah, not yet!" Maya suddenly realized that maybe expecting Pearl to wait was asking too much of the little girl, considering the circumstances. As soon as she was squatting, like a natural response, warm golden urine began jetting from Pearl's privates, crashing against the dirt and rapidly forming a foamy puddle, expanding outwards with a loud hiss. Pearl's face flushed bright red, and she struggled to look Maya in the eye. "I-I'm sorry, Mystic Maya, but I couldn't wait any longer!" "No, no, it's okay, Pearly. I was just going to say you can go to the bathroom now." In the clear, Pearl let her eyelids fall and sighed in relief at the knowledge that she had succeeded...which then became much longer and louder than she had planned, with how much relief had to be expressed in that gasp. This was it, far too long spent containing a bladder filled like an inflated ball, when all hope seemed lost and she was sure she would have an accident, she got to relieve herself without doing it through her panties. It was a miracle. A very wet miracle. She could hardly be more thankful that she wasn't peeing herself, because it would have been a huge mess. Pee just kept coming out in a flow Pearl could best compare to waiting for her tub to fill to take a bath. The pool grew larger and larger, its boundaries spreading in all directions, surrounding the edges of Pearl's sandals. The fluid was soaking into the dirt, but not nearly fast enough to handle the volume the Fey girl was forcing out. Her breath was ragged as she panted heavily, over and over. The chilly air so close to the river caused a heat difference enough for a slightly-visible steam to emanate off the pee puddle, the smell was hardly pleasant, and the noise was practically deafening, a cacophony of hissing and splashing making Pearl's ears ring. Yet, maybe because she was on high alert for anyone who would see her doing something this inappropriate, Pearl was still able to hear something else, like running water, but drastically different than her own. She wasn't going to find an answer with her eyes closed, and needed to open them to solve the mystery. That was when she saw her big cousin, Mystic Maya, current head of the Fey clan, taking her own little whiz on the ground. "Haaaahhh..." Maya had a small smile on her face as she enjoyed the feeling of relieving her own bladder. Of course, it had nothing on Pearl's pee in terms of power or quantity, Maya didn't need to go that bad, but it still seemed rather nice. Even if it was no different than her own actions, ones she had only taken thanks to prompting from the girl in front of her, Pearl had a hard time accepting that the cousin ten years her senior was also turning the woods into her little medium's room. "You needed to tinkle too, Mystic Maya?" "Eheheh...yeah, kinda," Maya giggled. "Sitting still that whole time gave me a lot of time to fill up, and being in water didn't make it any easier. Depending on how long the walk back to the village took, I was thinking about asking whether you minded if I just went. At least this way, it's both of us." Her question answered, Pearl nodded, and had no means of continuing the conversation. As such, the next minute was nothing but silence, outside the rushing pee each girl was taking and the occasional moans that accompanied them. The ecstasy when Pearl's bladder first began draining was beautiful, but by now, the bliss had worn off, and it just felt boring, being anchored to the spot until she was finished. It gave her plenty of time to grow fearful that someone may discover them in their most exposed state. That anxiety didn't last long, thankfully. Pearl's power pee dwindled into one more closely resembling Maya's, who was also finishing up around the same time, where they both tapered off to nothing at almost the same moment. Of course, that was the only similarity. Despite the size difference between the two, Maya's puddle was by far the smaller, a true testament to Pearl's hidden strength. "Wow, how does someone your size hold that much, Pearly? Um, you don't have anything to wipe with, like tissues or something, do you?" "No, I don't have anything. Sorry, Mystic Maya." "You don't need to apologize. And there's no loose leaves anywhere nearby, either...guess I'll just need to live with a little bit of wetness on my panties." Wiggling her butt to shake off any larger drops sticking to her, Maya jumped back to her feet, sliding her underwear back around her waist, and pulled her robe back around her legs to properly cover her. If it weren't for the small puddle in the dirt, she wouldn't look remiss in the slightest. Pearl wasn't so quick in redressing herself, not with her own panties staring her in the face, just as dirty as when she pulled them off. Some part of her questioned whether it was worth attempting to wear them again, or if she should just leave them behind. She went back and forth on the matter a few times, but in the end, concluded that not having underwear was just wrong. That final decision did nothing to make putting them back on any easier, still so wet, a tactile reminder of how much of an emergency she had. And the time separated from her warm body chilled the soaked patch, severely multiplying the discomfort experienced. Pearl winced and grimaced as she made herself as presentable as possible. Once the two were back to normal, Maya closed the distance and placed a hand on Pearl's shoulder. "You feel better now, Pearly?" "Um...kind of. I like not having to go potty any more, but I feel so gross." "Well then, let's hurry back to the manor so you can change and take a bath." Maya took Pearl's hand, and began leading the two back in the direction of Kurain Village. It was a good thing she had a guide, because Pearl paid no attention to the journey, looking straight down at her feet. A silence permeated the air, with nothing besides wind and shoes hitting earth to break it. Pearl wasn't in the mood to talk, and Maya wasn't going to force it. However, curiosity was burning a hole through the younger Fey's chest, and before long, it was too intense to ignore. "Mystic Maya, why do you know how to go tinkle outside?" "Well, believe it or not, I was in your exact shoes a long time ago. I went with my sister to the waterfall to watch her training, and I couldn't wait long enough on the way back. So sis taught me, the same way I taught you. She said mom taught her when she was my age, when I was your age. So, consider it a secret Fey family technique." "Is it useful to know? Am I going to need to do this again," Pearl asked, an air of disappointment evident. "Well, it's saved me a few times in my life, I can't deny that. Nothing beats good preparation, but sometimes, it's just out of your control. It isn't something you should talk about, but it's just a fact of life." Maya shrugged, unsure what else to say. Pearl stopped dead in her tracks, ripping herself away from the hand holding, eyes widened, as a horrible realization dawned on her. "What's my mother going to say?! She's going to see what happened when she washes my clothes! I'm going to be in so much trouble!" Her face was soon buried in her hands, head shaking as she attempted to force denial of what punishment would await her at home. Maya reached out to Pearl, wanting to comfort her, but pulled back when she realized she didn't know what she could say to make it better. Her gaze turned downwards as well, off towards the side. That's how she noticed the brown ring of dirt circling and staining the bottom of her white robe. That was just the piece she needed to solve this conundrum. "Ugh, my robe got all dirty," she complained, loud enough to be absolutely sure Pearl heard. "I'm gonna get such an earful from Aunt Morgan if she sees all this grime! Do you know how far we got from the river, Pearly?" She wasn't in a good mood, but Mystic Maya asked her a direct question, and she couldn't ignore that. "W-we didn't get that far, I d-don't think." It was hard enough for her to look up from her hands, even harder to hold back tears, there was no telling how long she'd last. "Well then, how about this? We go back to the river and wash our clothes first. That way, we're mostly clean, it'll dry off by the time we get back, and Aunt Morgan doesn't have to hear anything. Everything that happened here today can be our little secret." Maya put a finger over her mouth in a shushing pose, adding a wink for extra effect. Almost immediately, the weight was lifted off of Pearl's shoulders. Not only had Maya helped her when she was seconds away from an accident, but now she had a solution to the aftermath. Was nothing beyond her power? "You're so smart, Mystic Maya! That Mr. Nick is rubbing off on you!" Pearl's eyes practically sparkled in admiration. "Heh heh, I'm glad you think so!" The two pivoted a full turn back to where they came, heading straight for the river, ready to give their dirty clothes a good rinse. Walking side by side, it was easy for Pearl to lean in close to her cousin with a hug. "I'm glad you came back to the village, Mystic Maya." The embrace was soon returned, slowing their pace. "I'm glad too, Pearly. I like being around you. We're family, after all." "Can you promise me something, Mystic Maya? Can you promise not to leave?" "I won't abandon you, Pearly. I'll look after you, I promise that. I know this place gets lonely without family." Even with their supernatural abilities, spirit mediums of the Fey family had no way to read the future, so there was no telling what time would bring. The only things they could be sure of were that they would not be boring, and it would be faced together.
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  27. Hey, everybody, and welcome to Chapter 4 of Housemates (AKA Meagan & Parker Season 3) ! My apologies for the delay; work was painful (until the holiday), and I wrote a story with Meagan & Parker but without any desperation, and then I somehow managed to start writing three different chapters simultaneously... so yeah, I was a little slow in getting this out here. But there are chunks of the next two chapters already written, if that makes you feel better. Here are the links to chapters 1, 2, and 3: Road Trip The Trouble with Housemates Rainy Sunday One important note before we dive in: it hasn't been a major factor in these stories, but if you haven't noticed, they are set a few years ago, before phones got smart (and got cameras), before Polaroid folded (though there are knock-offs now) and before girls getting into gaming was "normal." Women and girls have always been gamers, as they should be. But in 2005 -- when this story is set -- people's reactions might have been a bit different. And yes, I just posted a little note about a) inclusion of women in gaming and b) historical accuracy in my online porn story. What, you wanna make something of it? A less-important note: this story is longer than I expected, so I'll divide it up, but I'll get it all posted today or tomorrow as I am traveling for a bit and don't want to leave you hanging until 2019. All right, enough commentary. ------------------------------------------------------------- “So what do you want for your birthday, love?” Parker asked. “Oh, just an extra week that nobody else knows about. I could get so many things done if I just had one extra week, with no other assignments coming in…” “Well, I’ll see if I can find a Time Lord to ask. But meanwhile—what would you like for your birthday? Do you want a party? Cake?” “Y’know, I don’t think I want a party,” she said. “Cake still sounds like a good idea, though.” “If we get you a cake but don’t have a party we’re gonna be eating a lot of cake.” “You say that as if it were a bad thing.” “Okay! Cake: check. Party: that’s a negative. But what else? Do you want to do anything special?” “Oooh, maybe I’ll skip Child Development and sleep in an extra hour.” “I approve. You aren’t getting nearly enough sleep, in my opinion as your bedmate.” “I know, I’m sorry I keep waking you up. I promise this will all settle down soon, after the application deadlines…” “I know. But it’s your birthday and you could use a break.” “Yeah, that’s true. I’ll try not to do too much work after class. And nothing after dinner that night, I promise.” “Mmmhmm. And after dinner… do you want to do anything special then? Maybe, say, after we’ve gone upstairs for the night?” She gave him a weary smile. “Oh, I see what you’re getting at.” “Uh-huh!” “I’ll think about it.” “Mmkay. Just let me know.” “You’ll be the first on the block.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meagan’s birthday morning came, and she did indeed skip her nine o’clock class so she could sleep in an extra hour. At 9:40 she scarfed down some cereal, got dressed in her usual comfortable jeans and t-shirt and jacket, and set out for class. Parker walked her over, a rare treat, and he was there to meet her for lunch two hours later. She kissed him hello and they walked to the cafeteria arm in arm. After lunch she headed over to the library to work on a reserve-reading assignment, then came back to write her essay on it. Parker, in the absence of any other instructions, made her a dinner of baked chicken and home fries, which she ate with gratitude, and a cupcake, which she ate with delight. And then they went back to their room and watched MST3K until she fell asleep with her head in his lap. When she didn’t wake up when he got up to brush his teeth, he knew she was well and truly out for the night. He got her socks and jeans off, tucked her in, and sat watching her for a little while. Maybe she’ll feel more sexy on Saturday, he thought, and went downstairs to play video games with Trav. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- On Saturday Meagan woke him with a kiss. They went to the gym to work out, then had their usual Saturday brunch (pancakes this time), after which Meagan tackled another grad-school application. This commanded her time until well after noon. Parker got some work of his own done. They took a quick walk around the neighborhood, stepping on any particularly crunchy-looking fallen leaves (there were lots) and admiring the colors of the ones that hadn’t fallen yet. She then did lots of reading for class, helped him make soup for dinner, and did a little more reading after that. Parker, finished with his own work, went down to play more games with Trav. Parker had never been a console gamer—he was a PC platformer all the way. But he knew his way around a Nintendo controller and he’d played some Xbox games before. Travis was a proud Xboxer and had a huge array of games. Zach was also a gamer, and so they often swapped off. So was Clark, the guy Dacy had been seeing—but usually when he came over, he and Dacy either went to her room or went out. So the fourth regular member of their gaming parties was, to Parker’s surprise, Zephyr. He’d known that there were gamer girls, but Zephyr didn’t strike him as the type—too bouncy and flighty. Yet when she played, a focused competitiveness came over her, her flightiness dropped away, and she played hard. To Parker’s relief, she’d largely stopped going around topless as the weather cooled. Somewhat less to his relief, she often wore a loose sweatshirt instead, with nothing under it—neither t-shirt nor bra. It was a little distracting to catch glimpses of bare skin here and there, especially when the sweatshirt slid off her shoulder and she was too invested in the game to tug it back up until she was done with the level. Parker had always had a weakness for shoulders—and Zephyr’s were as cute as the rest of her. To Parker’s absolute distraction, however, Zephyr’s small bladder still affected her just as much as ever. She wasn’t nearly so overt about it when she was gaming, which made him wonder how much of her prancing about and crotch-grabbing on other occasions was just to get attention. But she definitely showed clear signs of needing to pee quite often. It would start with a slight shaking of her leg, and then move up to crossed legs, and end up with her sitting on her heel and bouncing. She was resolute about getting to the end of the level or finding a save point, however; she never cracked while she had a controller in her hands. But on two occasions, as soon as she’d gotten to the level’s end she bolted from the room, the second time with a hand not only on her crotch but down her pants. That time she was in such a hurry she didn’t quite manage to close the door behind her, and the sound of her piss on porcelain was extremely loud in Parker’s ears. As was her deep sigh of relief. But she was a good player, and so Parker kept playing—if only to avenge his defeats at her hands when he was a little distracted. --------------------------------------------------- “Hey, Meagan? I’ve got a tough question. Can I interrupt, or would you rather wait?” “Now’s fine, this isn’t that important. What’s on your mind?” “We’ve got a whole room to ourselves. No parents to dodge. Housemates that actively encourage us. Birth control’s dealt with. We are living the college-student dream: we can fuck whenever we want. So… why aren’t we?” Meagan shook off his hands and got up. She roamed around the bedroom, processing her thoughts on her feet. “Um,” Meagan said. Parker waited. “I think I’ve got to say that part of it’s the stress. You know I’ve got a heavy load this semester, plus all the applications. But a lot of it’s the boredom.” “Boredom?” Parker felt his stomach sink. “I’m not bored of you, hon,” she said. “Dear god do you make me happy. But the sex is, well—we’re in a rut, I guess?” “We’re not exactly vanilla—” “No, no. But we do the same things. We fuck, we make love, I hold it for you, I make you wait for me.” “Well, there are all those other factors. The nuisances. The—my jealousy. Your distraction. The workload. All of ‘em are ganging up on us.” “Okay,” Parker said, trying to ignore the somersault his stomach had done when she’d said “jealousy.” “So what do you wanna do about it?” Meagan ran her fingers through her hair. “Ugh. I’m having a hard time getting my head straight on this. What do you wanna do?” Parker thought for a moment. “Well. We both know what I want. And I know what you want, in bed. But maybe—maybe what we need to figure out is what we both want. Let’s start basic: do you wanna have sex with me?” “Is this even a question?” “Well, I think it’s worth asking, even if you answer it fast.” “Yes. Yes I do.” “And I wanna have sex with you. Cool, that’s cleared up. So the problem’s got to be in the how.” “I’d like to try some new stuff. Spice it up, like people always say.” “I was wondering if maybe we should just wait a bit. When you were at camp over the summer, we were really horny when we got back together…” “Yeah, but—well, I’m worried that if we just stop having sex, we’ll start to break up.” His stomach lurched again, but he saw a way to salvage it. “I feel a sudden need to have a lot of sex.” “Yeah, when I put it that way! But lots of boring sex won’t help, either—gaaah.” She stopped pacing, staring out the windows. He got up and came over to her, putting his arms around her. “Mmmmmmkay,” she said. “You know what? I’m tired of the mind games.” “Was I playing mind games?” “No! Did I say you were?” “You made your annoyed sound.” “I did? What’s my annoyed sound?” “‘Mmmmmkay.’ When you’re angry, you really stretch that out.” “Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I do that. But you’re fine, I’m annoyed at myself. I’m psyching myself out, too much thinking. Sometimes being a shrink-in-training isn’t as useful as it ought to be. Anyway: I am not gonna fool myself into a dry spell. Let’s figure this out. Brainstorming time.” “Would you rather not hold it for me for a while?” “What I guess I’d rather do is hold it in new and exciting ways.” “Okay. And—if I can make an assumption—also make me wait to come in new and exciting ways?” “Oh yes.” “Mmkay, I can work with that. So let’s get some paper…” He grabbed a pen, ripped a page out of his notebook, drew a line down the middle, wrote “P” at the top of one side and “M” at the top of the other, and said, “Let’s think.” They stared at the paper for a while. Then Meagan took the pen and wrote holding contest on the “P” side. “So I’m a little—” Parker began, but shut himself up. “Right. We’re still brainstorming.” He added a few ideas of his own. Eventually the “P” side of the list looked like this: holding contest in public—movie theater? Pee on the quad Role-play photo shoot on the football field stopping in the middle of peeing The “M” side was shorter: waiting a whole week blue-balling “Can we start narrowing the lists down a bit?” Meagan asked. “Are we at that point?” “I think so,” Parker said. “I can’t come up with much more at the moment.” Meagan tapped the pen on Role-play. “What do you have in mind?” “A couple things,” Parker said. “I used to have this dream that I’m looking for a bathroom somewhere in my school…” “I think a lot of people have had that dream.” “Oh, really?” “I’ve definitely had it.” “Interesting—anyway, I’ve got the beginnings of an idea where you have to look around my old school for the bathroom, and I’ll tell you if you find it…” “Mmkay. Doesn’t sound too hard.” “And remember that fantasy I had about you being chained up…?” “Oh yeah, that one! ’Kay. Role-play is a possibility.” She circled it, then drew a clear black line through a couple others. “Not on the quad?” “Way too public.” “I was thinking maybe a Sunday morning before anyone else is awake.” “Nope. Still too public.” She tapped stopping in the middle of peeing. “I hear that’s a great way to give yourself a UTI.” “Okay, fair enough.” “I could hold it for you at a movie,” Meagan said, “but it would have to either be a movie I’ve seen before or a movie I don’t care about. And ideally a pretty empty theater. And I’m not peeing in there. I’m not going to make someone clean up a puddle.” “That’s fine.” “‘Photo shoot’?” Parker took a deep breath. “I’d like to have some pictures of you holding it. But we could make it all glamorous.” “I don’t think this girl’s ever been glamorous, hon.” “Well, there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll be in your own way.” “What’s ‘my way’?” “I’ve got some ideas.” She cocked her head a little. “Glamorous? Me?” “I have seen a lot of sexy bodies on the internet,” Parker said, “but the only sexy body I want pictures of now is yours.” She grinned. “Well now.” The grin faded. “Wait. We’d have to get them developed.” “I could borrow a digital camera from someone…” “No, I don’t want computers involved. I want hard copies only. And I don’t want any one-hour-photo guy seeing them, either.” “That kinda rules out most options, hon…” “But not all of them. Let’s find ourselves a Polaroid camera.” “Hah! Okay.” Meagan pointed to the last one under “P” that they hadn’t discussed yet: holding contest. “So what about this one?” “Well, a contest… um… you’d win, you know…” “All right. Not a contest. Supporting each other. Both of us trying to support the other person and help them hold as long as they can.” Parker slowly shook his head. “After that time on the road trip, I’m not sure about that.” Meagan sat back and looked at him. “That really freaked you out, didn’t it?” “You pushed me farther than I wanted to go.” “I know. I’m sorry. Should we just forget this idea, then?” “Please. For now, at least.” “Mmkay. But now let’s talk about my side of the list.” “When you say ‘waiting a whole week’…” “…I mean getting you up and hard, but not letting you come, for a whole week.” “Whew. Sounds to me like that would get me to blueballing no matter what.” “Maybe so.” “Hon, blue balls do hurt, y’know…” “Holding it can hurt a little too. You know that.” She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “The pain’s worth it to make the good part feel better, right? The good part is when we finally let it out. And I will make you come, you know, and take the ache away. I just—I want that power. Over you. And I want to see your face when I do let you come. And I hope I have your trust.” “Balance,” Parker said. “And trust.” “Yeah.” He took a deep breath. “I trust you.” She hugged him. “Thank you! Do you want to do both at once? Photo shoot and blue-balling?” “Sure.” “Find us a camera, hon, and we will have a magnificent night.”
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  29. Other first part of a story I wrote for the Experience Project: Donald Tasker shifted round in his chair slightly and turned his gaze away from the judge who was speaking to the jury as part of his summing up before sentencing and looked towards the accused. Kevin Sharp was thin weasly looking 18 year old wearing his well used court suit. From the fact that the jacket and trousers were now fitting very snugly, he could only assume that the clothes had been purchased for a court appearance much earlier in Kevin's burgulary career. As Donald watched he noticed that Kevin appeared to be very nervous. It was understandable owing to the fact that the lad was possibly only minutes away from a prison sentence but the occasional facial ticks and slight body movements made Donald wonder if Kevin needed to wee? Donld was snapped out of his train of thought as the judge told the accused to stand. The gap between the brass handrail and the wooden panel gave Donald a perfect view of Kevins hands crossed in front of his crotch. The trousers were way too tight and so worn that the outline of the lads briefs could be clearly made out and as Kevin unclasped his hands and re-clasped them behind his back, the court was treated to a snug little crotch bulge. "Kevin Sharp. You have been found guilty of the crimes of breaking and entering and attempted burgulary. Even at this relatively young age you are well on your way to becoming a career criminal. The previous terms in young offenders institutions seem to have had little effect on changing your behaviour. As you are eighteen and as such can be treated as an adult are eligible to serve a prison sentence" Kevin brought his hands back in front and as Donald watched closely, the lad pressed his clasped hands firmly into his crotch. Oh lovely, he suffers from a nervous bladder. This is going to be too nice! thought Donald, "A crime like this is subject to a minimum prison term of 12 months with no early release, but thanks to an unprecedented appeal for leniancy from your victim, I have decided to give you one last chance to turn away from this life of crime. You are hereby sentenced to 6 months community service subject to special license 6 subsection 3" Donald watched as Kevin breathed a huge sigh of relief as he heard the judgement being passed down and knew that he was yet to find out what the special conditions the judge had imposed. Judge Callum MaCleod and Donald had been friends since schooldays. They had gone on to university together after which their paths had separated for a number of years when Callum went to work in chambers and took the bar. As schoolboys and students the pair were very close friends, however, it wasn't just friendship that bound them together. Donald and Callum recognised a sadistic streak in each other and divulged their secret desires to each other, most of which centred around the punishment of young men. Callums prowess as a sportsman saw him captain the school rugby team and he used this limited power to intimidate and torture several of the young men in the team during training and as part of the initiation ceremonies of new recruits. Donald on the other hand was no keen sportsman but found his way to become the leader of the schools' scouting troup. Both young men commanded their charges very strictly and were each fond of dishing out spanking punishments in front of the other lads and sometimes in private. The these 'private' punishment sessions often saw the other in attendance, sometimes to watch and often to take part in administering the punishment. It was on one of these joint sessions when Donald learned how sadistic Callum could be. Donald walked down the corridor to the male changing rooms. There were two members of the rugby team, still in their kit standing outside the doors. Both appeared to be very aggitated and the scrape of the studs on their boots echoed down the corridor as they shifted from one foot to the other. One of the lads was saying something to the other but stopped abruptly when they saw Donald approach. When Donald entered the changing room he was met with a grinning Callum "did you see my two water babies?" the penny dropped with Donald and he understood why the lads were fidgetting so much. "Oh I see. They need to piss" replied Donald. "Like crazy my friend. I have had them both out there waiting for half an hour so they should both be just about ready to wet their shorts" Callum explained that he encouraged all of the players to keep well hydrated and he made them all drink a litre bottle of water before the start of each half so, even with all the sweating, there was a rush for the urinals at half time and even more so at the end of the match. On this particular day he had pulled the two lads straight out into the corridor before they had had a chance to relieve themselves and told them to wait. All of the other players had gone home leaving the two writhing lads to wait for their spanking with bladders about to burst. "There's no way they will be able to hold it for the duration of their spanking even if they don't piss themselves first" Callum said gleefully. He picked up the old pimsol and gave it a firm wack across his hand. "You can bring them in now" The two lads shuffled into the changing room followed by Donald. Peter, the taller and braver of the pair headed straight for the gap in the wall through which the showers and toilets could be found, but before he could pass through the gap, his way was barred by the grinning Callum. "I don't think so Pedro. You are here for your punishment". Peter looked shocked and "you've had us waiting out there for hours, I'm busting!". The grin disappeared from Callum's face as he spun the lad around and pushed him back towards the lockers where his team mate Andrew appeared to be in a state of complete desperation. Andrew had the long sleeves of his jersey pulled right down over each hand like it was a frosty morning on the pitch or something and was cupping his crotch tightly and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Peter, who was holding it together slightly better joined Andrew by the lockers. Donald proceeded to watch with some admiration and growing anticipation as Callum proceeded to give the lads a protracted lecture about their joint crime which involved getting drunk and rowdy in the village after their recent away game and reports of them being spotted urinating against the wall of St Joseph's church hall. Callum savoured reminding them just how many pints of beer they had consumed that night and, of their inability to control their bladders so that they may relive themselves in an appropriate place. As Callum moved on to reminding the lads of their responsibilities to both the college and their team mates, Donald focused his attention on the two miscreants. Peter was by now bobbing up and down and crossing his legs like a desperate 5 year old but the best show was being given by Andrew who was alternating between rubbing his hands on his thighs and squeezing the crotch of his muddy white rugby shorts. Donald thought it was about the fifth time that Callum had manged to work the word 'urinate' into his lecture that poor Andrew's bladder gave up the fight and with a gasp the lad clutched at himself with both hands as his shorts glistened and bloomed momentarily as the thick cotton tried to soak up the flow before the rivulets of hot pee spurted through this grasping fingers and splattered onto the tiled floor. With a half smile of triumph Callum looked to Donald as he slapped the plimsol against his other hand with a loud crack. That had been a good 40 odd years ago and the pair had gone their separate ways to pursue their careers. Donald making a good name for himself as a broker for a good city firm and Callum becoming one of the youngest judges ever to sit at the Old Bailey. After the stress of one Black Friday too many, Donald had taken an early retirement package in the early 2000's and had settled back in Hereford to turn his antique collecting hobby into a business. His picturesque timber framed shop in the old part of the city soon becoming popular with tourists and locals alike. Callum, who had been persuaded to scale down his high court work after his name, and more to the point, job title were fleetingly mentioned in a number of newspaper articles which primarily were aimed at taking down a particularly sleazy member of the conservative government but in Callum's opinion caused lots of 'collateral' damage. He now acted as a circuit judge and it was whilst on a day off from a dreary corporate mis selling trial at the Hereford city court that he wandered into Donald's shop and saw the old friends reunited.
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  30. Chapter 1 Fae stood before the gates, sliding in nervously feeling overwhelmed and like she didn't belong there. Darkmore's Academy of Water Magic. Accepting young women from all over the continent and training them to be mages with control over water. But still there she stood, a rather tall girl with long flowing red hair wearing her new plain blue robes, the uniform of a first year. She moved up to the front doors other new students moving along with her she saw the signs directing them to the opening ceremony. Staring up nervously at the entrance hall she noticed a tall and proud marble fountain, depicting the school's founder, a tall, stern women in extravagant robes and wielding a mighty mages staff. It struck her in awe, or at least it would have, if the stream of water flowing from the tip of the staff wasn't reminding her of a pressing need. The coach ride had been delayed quite a bit and she had been so eager to get going after giving so many awkward goodbyes to her family and the rest of her village she hadn't had a chance to relieve after packing. She squeezed her legs together, trying to keep her new and fancy blue robes dry. There had to be a bathroom nearby. She glanced up at the clock and sighed, the ceremony was starting in two minutes, not nearly enough time to go hunting for the bathroom. Fae walked nervously towards the marked doors leading to the reception hall, resigning herself to the fact she would have to hold it until after the ceremony. She strode in and seeing a marked seating plan took her seat behind one of the desks in the hall, relaxing as best she could as the rest of the students filed in. As soon as everyone was sat down a woman in extravagant blue and gold robes walked onto stage in front of them. “Good afternoon everyone. I am Professor Denholm, your headmistress and would like to welcome you to Darkmore's Academy. One of the finest magical colleges specializing in water magic in the continent.” The speech continued on like this. Fae faded in and out of paying attention, it seemed a lot of the other girls were too. One girl beside her was looking like she was drifting off to sleep. However Fae was feeling wide awake as the pressure in her bladder was becoming harder and harder to ignore. She leaned forward and crossed her legs bouncing in her seat. “Come on, can you stop rambling on and let us go already.” She muttered to herself as she subtly held her crotch. The ceremony dragged on and while she might have at any other time appreciated a proper introduction, right now all she could think about, while bouncing a little in her seat, was keeping herself dry until it was over as she bounced in her seat, . “And now, I shall let Professor White give a demonstration.” Professor Denholm said one younger teacher walked up to a jar of water and tipped it over as water spilled out. Professor White put on a fabulous display controlling the water as it flowed smoothly this way and that which under any other circumstance Fae would have been in awe of but at the moment was torture to watch. Fae gasped and squeezed her legs together tightly as it flowed onward while the teacher was guiding it gently causing it all to gather into a ball and from the bottom it slowly trickled out into back into the jar. Professor White bowed and returned to her seat as the students applauded. The professor was sitting oddly in her chair, squirming a little in her seat. The headmistress came back onto stage. “Right, now you will split into groups and we'll give you all a quick tour.” Fae got up quickly as the teacher began sorting out the groups. Fae stood up, holding herself as names were being called. As each students name was called Fae fidgeted and squirmed even more. Soon enough her name was called. Fae ended up standing in Professor White's group. Wasting no time she walked up to the professor. The teacher watched her dance on the spot. “Need the bathroom?” She asked looking concerned. Fae nodded blushing a little. “Can you hold it just a bit longer?” The teacher asked. Fae gasped hopping from foot to foot. “Not really.” she said blushing even redder. “Okay. We'll make a quick detour to the bathroom first.” She said smiling. Fae nodded. “Thank you.” She said as she turned around and was painfully aware the rest of the group were now watching her. The group set out quickly Fae feeling awkward as she noticed a few other girls whispering. She tried to walk with some dignity but it was getting harder and harder. But one girl did walk up looking a bit more sympathetic. “You thought you'd get some practical lessons on your first day?” The girl asked. Fae glanced at her confused. “What do you mean?” “Oh... I thought you were trying to give yourself an edge in magic. Is that why you didn't go to the bathroom first?” Fae shock her head. “N-no... I just arrived late and didn't have time.” She squeezed her crotch, hoping the bathroom was close. It felt so embarrassing that she was holding herself like a little girl in front of everyone. “Edge in magic?” She asked after thinking over it. “Oh it's nothing.” The girl said. “Just some rumour I heard of ways to enhance your water magic.” Fae wanted to press further but soon saw the door for the bathroom ahead. She turned and broke into a sprint. Not wait a second she burst in and went for the nearest stall. Pulled up her robes and yanked down her panties as she dove onto the toilet, just in the nick of time. Her pee burst out as she sighed in relief. It had been a bit of a close call. As she got up she wondered about this edge. She could already guess what the girl meant and it felt a little weird to think. People using a full bladder to enhance their water magic. She wondered if that was right and if people actually did that. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A little idea I've been stewing on for a while. This chapter is mostly setup but I hope you guys like it.
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  31. Can I ask what kind of shorts she was wearing, or if she was farting quite a bit before messing them? (You don't have to answer if you don't want to)
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  32. Really? I didn't consider the average age of active internet users as a whole, so that's quite interesting if so.
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  33. (Part 2 of ??) (BTW, I finally gave Meagan a last name -- unless I already gave her one a long time ago and forgot. In which case this one wins, I actually put thought into it.) -------------------------- It took a little more doing and a little more money than Parker liked, but he refused to worry about it; if that’s what it took to reignite their sex life, it was entirely worth it. It also took a bit to find the right moment. But Meagan surprised him with a text one evening when she was studying in the library and he was back at the house: need to pee. should i? you’re thinking photoshoot? yup. i’m game. So no, you shouldn’t check! ❤️ Parker immediately set aside everything else and began to set up for the evening. He mostly knew video, not photography, but some things were much the same. Light was the most critical aspect. He’d checked out a light and a reflector from the campus AV Lab, and he set these up, aiming the best light at the foot of the bed. A simple adjustment would give him decent lighting in several other places in the room, however. He loaded up the Polaroid camera with film and took a sample shot. He didn’t have that much film, but he wanted to see how his setup was working. It seemed fine, so he turned off the light again and waited. And waited. After a while he tried to get himself distracted, but it was nearly impossible. It became totally so when Meagan sent him a follow-up text: legs crossed, so i’ll head home! Parker pictured her gathering her books together, returning the reserved reading materials to the library desk, and setting off across campus. He imagined her tightly-controlled stride, the stiffness of her body in lockdown… He left the door of the room open and kept one ear open for Meagan’s arrival. Eventually he heard an exterior door open and shut, and then a moment later steps on the stairs. Was it her gait? He wasn’t sure… he wanted to leap up and look but he kept himself seated at his desk. Meagan stepped into the room, set down her bag with a happy sigh, and closed the door behind her. Parker stood up, stepped close. “Hey.” “Hey yourself,” she said, and kissed him. It was a long-lingering one, her arms around his neck. She pulled back a bit and nuzzled him. “Ready for this?” she asked softly. “So ready.” “Good. ‘Cause I definitely gotta go.” “How much…?” “Mmm, I’m full but not exploding, not yet. I figured you’d want some time.” “Oh yes.” “First step?” “First step is we make out some more,” Parker said. “I haven’t seen you all day…” “I am totally fine with this. The making-out part, that is,” she added quickly. Parker broke loose only long enough to hit “play” on his laptop. “A little cover,” he said, as the power chords of Muse’s Absolution began playing through his speakers. “Super-romantic,” Meagan said, wrinkling her nose. “Main thing is it’s both good and loud.” “Fair enough. What next?” “More making out, please.” “’Kay!” They fell onto the bed and did just that for a time. But they’d barely gotten to the second song on the album before Parker sat up and asked, “So, Miss Macallister, are you ready for your close-up?” “I surely am.” Parker got up off the bed and turned on the extra lighting. Meagan sat up, casually sitting on her heel, hands oh-so-innocently folded in her lap, watched him with interest. “Where do you want me?” she asked. “Right where you are! Don’t move! It’s a perfect ‘Before’ shot.” “Not really 'before', but ’kay, I won’t!” Parker composed the shot as carefully as he could while still moving quickly. The main thing was to make sure there wasn’t anything weird visible in the shot. That checked, he shifted his angle a little bit, putting the bed behind her. That had a certain ‘invitational’ feel: good. Click. The little white square slid out of the camera and Parker caught it before it fell. “Oooh, let me shake it!” Meagan said. “You don’t actually have to do that,” Parker said. “It’ll develop just fine on its own.” “I know. It’s just fun.” “Nah, it can actually damage the picture…” “Someone’s been doing his homework.” “Or I just hung out with pedantic nerds in high school.” “‘Hung out with.’” She did the air-quotes with her fingers. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That you are a pedantic nerd, love.” “Oh, am I? Well, maybe so, but I’m also right. And I can take a pretty good picture.” “Lemme see!—Oh hey. That’s me. Nice shot.” “Thanks. Oh, I could have gotten a bit of a better angle on your face…” “Is that why I look weird?” “No, you always look that hot—but I could have made it a little better…” “You’ll get it on the next one. Now what?” “Mmmmm. Just do what you need to do.” She cocked her head. “Huh?” “If you need to cross your legs, do that. If you need to move around, do that. I wanna see what comes naturally. When I see a good shot I’ll let you know.” “Mmkay, I think I can do that.” After a minute where she didn’t do much of anything, Meagan said, “This must be like watching paint dry.” “Uh, only if the paint were dead sexy.” “Really? I’m just sitting here.” “And holding it. While looking like you do.” “What, wearing jeans and flannel?” “And with your hair in a ponytail. Do not underestimate the pony tail. But mostly your face. And your body. But if you don’t think what you’re wearing is all that sexy—let’s glamour you up a bit, huh?” “’Kay! What did you have in mind?” “To begin with… can you unbutton your shirt?” “Of course.” She stood and started to do just that. Parker was tempted to take a shot of her doing that, but decided to save the film for later. She was wearing a thin white undershirt under the flannel, and she turned to face him, posing with her hands on her hips. “Oh yes,” he said. “Oh yes indeed. But… could you let your hair down?” She undid the ponytail and let her hair fall across her shoulders. Parker ran his fingers through it, draping it a little more artistically, and then took a step back. “Hand on your hips again, please? ‘Cause that was incredibly hot…chin up just a little? Mmmm, yes…” Click. She moved about a little restlessly as the picture developed. “You seriously think this is hot?” she said. “You don’t want me in my bathrobe or something?” “Oh, hell yes this is sexy. Don’t worry, I know where I’m going with this. Just about ready…” Meagan came over to look. “Huh. I guess I don’t look too bad in that one.” “You look awesome.” “You can’t really tell I’ve gotta pee, though.” “I think that’ll come.” “I still feel kinda stupid just standing around doing nothing.” “You’re not doing nothing. You’re holding it for me. Let your body talk.” Meagan prowled the room again, inspecting the light source, brushing her hair a bit, checking her face in the mirror—and then she froze a bit, fists clenched at her sides. “Yes. Hold that, please?” He quickly adjusted the lighting and then jumped on the bed to get the right angle. “Oh, I’m definitely holding…” Click. “I hope that one turns out. Absolutely classic Meagan-on-lockdown pose.” And then, a short time later: “Aww yeah. Got it!” “That’s what I look like when I have to lock down? I look constipated.” “Not to me. I love that look. It tells me you’re getting closer. Turns me on.” She kissed him. “’Kay, if you say so.” She reached down to feel the bulge in his pants. “Mmmm, I guess it’s not just talk!” He kissed her back. “Oh yes.” ----------------------------------------------------------- (I'll post parts 3 and 4 tomorrow. Good night for now!)
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  34. How old are you?

    Interesting note here- The percentage of users from each age group seems to align nicely with the overall proportion of internet users from each of those age groups. So if you correct for the overall proportion of internet users in each age group, it would almost seem like it is evenly split.
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  35. No, I don't think people need to know about it. People can obviously tell that I'm gay when I'm with my boyfriend, so I'm "out" in that way, but that's a little different fron a fetish. I don't draw sexy conclusions whenever I see a gay or straight couple, pretty much... but one's imagination could easily fill in the blanks, whether they want to or not, when hearing someone say "I'm into omorashi." I'm into exhibition and public humiliation fantasies, but I'm not into my fantasies actually being public knowledge. My public life as a gay man is pretty different from my private life with my fetishes, and pretty similar to just any confident straight dude with a girlfriend. I wouldn't really equate the two...
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  36. She's a cute girl indeed! Here's another one from her... OMG! Unterwegs in die Jeans gepisst! mit MaryHaze.mp4
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  37. Wow dude, thanks for that, I don't know what to say. I was probably not entirely sober when I wrote that introduction, and maybe a bit overly emotional. In retrospect, kinda reads a bit grandiose, or like I'm fishing for compliments. But I really do think it's just an unavoidable issue with forums like this one, and I feel bad for my own favorite writers on this site when I see that their stuff goes under-appreciated. I'm not going to whine any more about it though. As for this story, I think it will be in either three or four parts. I already have a chapter 3 written, but that one was written before I wrote chapter 2. Chapter 2 ended up going in a more intimate, emotional direction than I'd foreseen when I started out. So chapter 3 as written is more smutty in tone and involves a second girl. I'm not opposed to that scenario in the future, but I think these two characters need some more room to explore on their own first. So what I'm going to do is write a new chapter 3, and depending on how that goes, possibly rework chapter 3 into chapter 4, or possibly the story will just end on a high note after chapter 3.
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  38. Here are some others from a hold I did on the Live Action thread?
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  39. Always liked rewetting videos more than regular ones. I once saw a video on this site of a girl wetting herself in the same pants 9 times over 3 days.
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  40. One time I had to have some tests done including a scan of my womb as I was having some pain and the doctor was concerned I had cysts in my ovaries. The scan is the same one you need in the early months of pregnancy and involves drinking plenty water and having a cold cream on your bladder and a scanner pressed over it. Having spent years enjoying holding a full bladder I was not overly worried about myself but I was secretly looking forward to the fact all the others waiting would also have full bladders too. It really is a shame not many men require scan like this! I arrived not even needing to pee but having had most of the recommended water intake. I guess my bladder was bigger than most or I was just distracted by other things. Either way I was pretty comfortable. I found where to go and had a seat. It was very obvious who else was there for the same scan as they all clearly had to go way worse than me. There were three females, two of whom where accompanied by male partners. The first one had her legs crossed and was bouncing her top leg a lot. The second lady had her coat over her legs and was looking quite restless and the third taller lady was pacing the waiting room. I was there at the time I had been told and wondered how long these other ladies had been waiting. What made things much more interesting was that in the waiting room itself there was a toilet in the far corner and the door had been wedged wide open so the toilet pan was clearly visible like some sort of Chinese torture for these poor woman. The tall lady was called through and she grabbed her bag and sprinted. Less than ten minutes later she rushed back in through the waiting room and into the bathroom as we all got to hear her pee gush out of her! She then grabbed her partners hand and walked quickly out. I was still not overly desperate but both the other girls were very restless. The one with her legs crossed had crossed them the other way a few times and was gripping the arm of her chair too. The other girl had her hands under her coat and I am sure she was holding herself hoping no-one knew. It took a good few minutes before another person was called through, this time it was the lady with the coat over her legs. She shuffled on her seat then followed the nurse away as if nothing was the matter. The tall lady had shut the bathroom door earlier but the receptionist came in and checked the bathroom before leaving the door wide open again. The crossed legged girl said to her partner that she was really struggling and hoped she would be called soon because she was so full. As if on cue the receptionist came in with a huge jug full of water and some cups and placed them on a table in the middle of the room. Not to be content with this she took the top cup, placed it on the table and filled it up with water from the jug. She reminded us we must be very full for the scan so to feel free to drink. I had already had three bottles of water but decided to err on the side of caution and took the cup that was full and started sipping it. My bladder felt very hard and full and I was thinking if I had been anywhere else I would have used the toilet we were all sat staring at. Shortly after the lady who had had the coat over her legs came running in and quickly made a bee line for the toilet. Once again we all heard ever splatter of her pee. Stating the obvious the final girl’s partner stroked her arm and said ‘you must be next’ as she was bouncing both legs up and down looking at the floor. I crossed my legs as another lady entered the room looking flustered. Finally the lady flushed the toilet and ran embarrassed out of the waiting room not giving eye contact to any of us. The fidgety girl looked like she was close to wetting now and I heard her whisper that she was so desperate. The flustered girl who had not long arrived must have heard as she quite brazenly spoke up and said ‘god this is like torture isn’t it!’ To which the other girl just went ‘yeah’ rather embarrassingly. Within another minute she was called in and I was left with just the bold girl who saw no reason to be embarrassed about our situation and started chatting about how she was needing to pee on the bus on the way here and thought she would pee herself and now she still had ages to hold and how much she wanted to go. She was so different to the previous girls I was quite entertained by her. I sipped my water and sat crossed legged while she said she was bursting, desperate, full, dying to pee, gagging for a bathroom and barely holding on. This was finally making me need to go much more and I was so glad to see the fidgety girl coming back telling her partner to wait in the corridor as she clearly knew we would all hear her pee. We actually didn’t hear her much so I think she may have filled the pan with paper first to hide her embarrassment. Mouthy woman was getting more mouthy now saying how bad it was we had to have a bathroom in the waiting room and how stupid it was in this day and age that there was no other way to scan a woman than have her almost wet herself. I found her amusing but was glad to be called finally. Having freezing cold jelly put on your rock hard bladder makes your need to pee suddenly intensify. Add the pressure of a scanner on top and I had to bite my lip and tense myself to keep from leaking. It was over quickly though and I decided to avoid mouthy woman and drive home to pee. My word did I go when I got home! I wonder if mouthy woman made it or not?
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  41. Version 1.0.0

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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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  42. Version 1.0.0

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    I've seen clips from this one, but never the full thing, so here it is! Classic key-in-latch accidents. Enjoy, Rach
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    From the album: I can't endure it!

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  44. Version 1.0.0

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    A bunch of clips involving models being forced to wet themselves in a number of ways. Several girls end up peeing multiple times. Some JAV-censored nudity is here.
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  45. This story was just a bit of fun to do today, to see how good I could write a story like it was a real experience. I got caught short while running errands today which I figured some people might enjoy. The problem was that the story was not overly exciting to be an experience so I decided to take some influences, both from and away from, Omo.org and make this a proper story. I just needed a cute heroine and a satisfying ending and my writing prompt for today was complete. So do enjoy. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ So this should be a fun story, I never thought I'd see the day where I get caught up in my own little mishap. I've always enjoyed pushing myself, though it's only recently I've ever taken an interest in something like a hold. I didn't have much success when I wanted to, but then when I was caught short unintentionally I took the chance to slyly enjoy my fetish without anybody being any the wiser. When I couldn't hold it any longer, all I had to do was use the magic words and I was free to piss and be free of the burden of my bladder. Anyway, Hiya, I'm Rose and this is the story of how my dog, a kind lady, and 3 cups of coffee got me into a pretty wet situation. But first, before we start, what's a good story without the beautiful heroine, right? Sadly, I'm not a super model, I'm quite plain actually; my chest isn't exactly eye-catching and I have no plump round arse that fits all shapely and snugly into a pair of jeans. My flat pale arse fits well enough into a pair of sweats, thin grey ones to be precise. I'm pretty average, weight-wise, maybe a little under but that's because I hardly eat. I've got long messy brown hair that's all over the place, the only way I ever "pretty" up my hair is by tying it into a slightly less messy bun, which I had this morning. My eyes are blue, and I've been told I have quite the miserable mug, which I take as a compliment. I'm fairly pale since summer is literally two days in England. That... and I also spend most of my time at my PC. I’m from Northeast England, yet strangely my accent is oddly neutral between the two cities of Sunderland and Newcastle, which believe me puts a lot of people off about my accent. You already know, but I'll say it again, my name's Rose, and I can only imagine the first thing you're thinking is that such a beautiful name is not fitting for such a... plain description. On with the story! I was woken up at roughly 8:30am by a loud honking outside. I passed out on my sofa after falling asleep only 4 hours earlier so I woke up in a slightly foul mood. You know how it is when you've had so little sleep yet you've got stuff to do, places to be. I was wearing a white tank top and a white pair of knickers, pretty bog standard for snoozing on the sofa in summer. I groaned and sat my lazy arse up on the sofa, brushing back my hair with my hand like that was an acceptable way to tidy myself up. My hair never stays neat for long anyway. In my half-asleep state, I’d nearly forgotten I’d offered to take my mam’s dog for an appointment at the groomers. Funnily enough, the little flea bag was sleeping by my feet, a black and white shih-tzu with the face of a grumpy old cunt who's sick of those kids kicking a ball on the village green. 9am was the time he was due in for his cut, and in an effort to avoid a long arse walk to the town over, I’d called my friend, Beth, the night before and she, like the fucking sweetheart she is, had offered to take me. I’ll spare the usual details of my morning; I doubt it’s any different from most. I get up, take a quick morning wee, the urgency of which depends on whether I have some tea before bed, brush my teeth, you know the usual shite. I’m not proud to admit that I just brushed the hair from the shirt I’d slept in, put on the first pair of sweatpants I found and slapped on my trainers. To be fair I hadn’t expected to be sticking around town for long, I wanted to drop the dog off and be home where I could laze in my knickers until he was ready. All the while I'm getting ready, Beth is outside honking her horn like a man possessed. I threw on my N7 jacket, got the dog all harnessed up and ran outside to where my friend Beth's car was waiting. “Took your fucking time, didn’t you?” Beth grinned. Already she had shitty rock radio blasting. “Hello, Pep.” She was a lot kinder greeting the dog than she was me, baby-voice and everything. Beth had a geeky look to her, thin glasses, short dyed hair with pink streaks and a shoulder bag that she loved to wear even while driving. “Fuck off, I didn’t get to sleep until 4.” Was my response, naturally, as I seated my arse in the front seat with my dog on my lap. This was how we greeted each other. Fuck, this was how most people I knew greeted each other. In the Northeast of England, belittlement was our friendliness, all wrapped up under the popular title 'banter'. It was a grey morning, pretty miserable actually. It looked like it was going to rain, large grey clouds looming overhead, a bit of wind and just dull skies. It was awfully deceiving as our bastard weather often was though. Even with the windows down, I had a sweat-on, I felt hot and my knickers were halfway up my arse clung on by sweat already. We drove for five minutes into the neighbouring town, pulled up in a car park behind the high street, walked past the stores, most of which still had their shutters up, and headed for the groomers, leaving my shih-tzu in the hands of a kind elderly lady. So with the dog dropped off to get his filthy coat dealt with, we decided that since it was so early we'd go for breakfast. It was about 9am when the dog was dropped off and a few places around the town were beginning to open up. We headed to a pub behind the high street, a really popular place that, thankfully, did a pretty cheap breakfast with an even better part: Free refills on coffee. We headed into the old pub, which was empty except for one or two old men sitting and reading the paper. And yes, although it wasn't even 9am, they had a pint. Of course they had a pint. We settled into our booth, ordered our breakfasts, which were quite obviously a full english, and letting out a weary yawn I went to take advantage of those free refills. I knew the dogs appointment was at 9am, yet I decided that going to bed, or to word it better, collapsing in my pants on the sofa downstairs, at 4am was a far better way to prepare myself for an early morning appointment than just going to bed at a reasonable hour. Two sugars and milk, that was how I took my 3 coffees as I was desperate to try and perk myself up for a long day. We sat, ate, discussed a few things about Beth’s work, all the while I’m downing these large cups of coffee like they were my literal life essence. It becomes like a routine; Talk, eat, drink coffee, nod head, repeat. Before I knew it one cup became two and two became three. These weren’t baby cups either, they were fucking big, I must’ve had a good liter of coffee in me before we set off. “You ready to go then?” I asked as I gulped down the last of my third cup. “Hang on a tick, I need to go the loo, first.” Beth propped her bag over her shoulders and nipped off to the toilets on the second floor. I just hung around casually, waiting for those 3 cups of coffee to jumpstart my brain and give me some form of boost. I yawned, and then yawned again, my eyes feeling a lot heavier the second time. I was certainly beginning to feel it somewhere though, and it wasn't in my head. I can't boast that I have a big bladder, a few drinks, especially of cider, and I'm just about ready to burst. It's not too bad yet though, but you know when you begin to feel it and you know you're going to be really feeling it sooner than you think, that's how I was feeling. I even debated going to the loo myself before we left, but Beth came back and as she nudged me toward her car, I knew that ship had sailed. I definitely was feeling it sooner than I expected, some weight in my bladder that was letting me know I was gonna have to go for a slash real soon. Not that it mattered since we were on our way home for the morning. I just had to wait until I got home... or so I thought. From my jacket pocket I felt the buzz of my phone calling for my attention. Was it my mam, wondering if the dog got there alright? Was it my brother? Anybody I knew? Nope. Unknown number. I was reluctant to answer, I was never keen on unknown numbers. However, Beth convinced me that it might have been the groomers and slightly concerned, I agreed. I answered the phone rather sheepishly as I always do that with unknown numbers. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Rose?" I replied with a yes. "Oh hi, Rose; I'm just calling about Pep. We were cutting his legs when his pad started bleeding. You're not far away, are you?" I knew what question was coming next, and I fucking hated it. "Eh, no. Me and my friend are just outside town." "Ah, would it be possible for you to come back and check him out?" I have no fucking idea why she asked me back. What was I going to do about it? Was my presence magically going to heal whatever wound they'd accidentally inflicted on him? And to make matters worse I was sitting on three cups of coffee, I was already beginning to feel like I was about to burst. I had spent the drive thinking about how good it would've been to get home and piss, it was all I was looking forward to. "S-Sure." I'm a fucking idiot and I answered like a fucking idiot. "We'll turn around and head back." I just kept digging the hole deeper. "We'll be about five minutes." I said my goodbyes and without giving away that this whole thing had frustrated me I instructed Beth to turn us around and head back to the town. So back to the town we head, turning into an estate and back up the road. Let me tell you, I was fucked off. Royally. I’d sat and gorged myself on coffee because I knew I could. It didn’t matter. Once I was home, even if I was bursting, I could piss whenever I had to; Toilet, sink, kitchen sink, floor, you name it I was free to piss in it. But now I couldn’t, I had to just lean back in my seat and mutter the word fuck in my head repeatedly until it lost all meaning. We pulled back into the carpark we'd arrived in earlier and rushed down a side alley onto the high street, where now a ton of people, most of them elderly, were now. At this point it was starting to really fucking dwell on me. You ever hit that point where everything just starts to feel like a toilet? Your mind goes into this super focused state where you’re just eyeing up anywhere with a modicum of privacy, wondering if it’ll be fine to just piss there? Alleyways, the little patch of grass at the back of the park? A fucking rubbish bin for all you care at that point. That was me as we walked down the high street. Take note that there’s no toilets available for customers in most of these stores. The nearest ones were down by a park, and they were locked too. My village and the surrounding villages have this habit of keeping their toilets locked and I have no idea why. Maybe they’ve got a fetish for people pissing themselves? Not that I’d use them anyway, they’re fucking filthy. I’d sooner piss in my knickers than use one of those filthy public toilets. I’ve had a friend tell me to just squat over the bowl and do it like that, but that doesn’t relieve me from touching the walls, and believe me, half the time the walls of the stall are almost as bad as the rest of it. Anyway, I’m getting off track. Back into the dog groomers we went. There was my black and white little man, all harnessed up, wagging his tail like he thought his master had come to save him from this haircutting hell. The cut was nothing serious and all it did was make me hate myself more for saying I'd come back. Just a reminder that every minute I wasn't pissing was another minute I had to endure this conflicting feeling of both arousal and pain from how badly I needed a wee. The groomer, a nice older woman with short gray hair and a kind warm smile, explained that it was most likely a nick from where she had been cutting, and that he'd been awfully fidgety and anxious since we'd left the shop. I knew he got a big anxious when we weren't around but I never thought it'd have me running back to his rescue. And then, Beth said something, something she shouldn’t have fucking said. “If it’ll help, we don’t mind staying to hold him. Right, Rose?” She shrugged her shoulders like it was no issue to us, totally unaware I was already holding something of my own. At that moment, I could’ve throttled her. I just wanted out of there and back home, back to my house with my nice beautiful toilet. “Ha, sure, if you don’t mind.” I said with a shy, awkward laugh. I’d hoped the lack of interest in my voice would dissuade her from keeping us. Oh, how fucking wrong I was. “If you don’t mind staying.” She was an older woman, she had that polite tone of not wanting to inconvenience us, but knowing that if we stay it’ll make it easier for her. Sweet and innocent, it’s almost deceiving, but my soppy heart falls for it all the time. Beth, without even consulting me, sat her arse down on a chair and held my dog steady. "It's not a problem for us. We've nowhere else to be." She was edging herself ever closer toward a throttling. I had places to be, the fucking toilet for one! Okay, it can’t be too long. I told myself with hopes that it would quell the urges, a temporary ceasefire to the war between my legs, appeasing both my bladder and body with the promise that we wouldn't be here long; Pup only had his legs and head left before he’d be a short, nearly bald bastard. I can hold it for 10-15 more minutes and endure a 5 minute drive home. I'd get home, get the dogs lead off and be free to relieve myself to the toilet all before the hour was up. 45 minutes! 45 fucking minutes it took to trim his paws and head. I don’t know how I made it. I had to stand, acting like nothing was amiss, casually adjusting my stance to make sure nobody knew the kind of war my bladder was waging on me. I'd failed to hold up my mental promise and now my bladder was back with a vengeance, battering me with everything it could, trying to push me toward relief. All I could do was hold it, clench my muscles, pucker up until I could feel it in my arse too, just holding on for dear life. The worst part was that I had to keep myself composed; I was surrounded by three kind women and Beth who were taking care of the matted fur around my pups feet. I couldn't hold myself, I couldn't bounce around, I couldn't even just twiddle my thumbs with my legs pressed as tightly as I could fucking get them. Not once did I dare to ask if I could use their toilet. I was so scared of them saying no that I just kept quiet. Rejection, especially for something like the toilet, was not something I took well. More times than I cared to admit, I'd grown close to wetting myself a few times in the past because I'd been too scared of being told I couldn't use the toilet. Anyway, dog was cut, he looked handsome and myself and Beth were ready to leave. We skipped the casual conversation. To avoid saying anything I just said I was expected back home quickly. I kind of was, if you count the fact I was expecting myself back home for a fucking afternoon slash. Afternoon! It was nearly 1pm by the time they were done! I walked back to the car, my little gremlin of a shih-tzu walking happily beside me, tail wagging after his cut. It wasn’t their fault he looked like a gremlin, it’s just nature’s fault he’s ugly. Cute-ish though. I sat our best pup in the back seat, and being the good dog he was, he curled up and sat there, staring at me with a miserable old stare after the ordeal he'd been through. Believe me, Pep, I had some grudges of my own after that 45 minutes. I got in the front, and feeling the ever burning pain of my bladder as I flopped onto the car seat, my achingly full bladder sending a violent message between my legs that that was a stupid idea, I blurted out. “I wish I hadn't drank all that coffee. I feel like I’m about to piss myself.” Beth just tilted her head and chuckled. “Well we’re going home now, so just hold it in.” We drove out along the roads, terrible rock music playing, a handsome gentleman of a dog sitting in the back, but I couldn’t pull myself away from how badly I had to wee. 45 minutes I had to endure in that groomers, 45 minutes that I was really, really, really starting to feel weigh down on me. The consequence for making the wrong fucking decision. I cursed not saying that we were already out of the car and then they could've just left me to my business. As we drove through a small residential area it hit me like a ton of bricks, I wasn’t going to hold out much longer; I felt like I was going to burst right there and then, all over my friend’s seat. Her car may have been shitty, but it deserved better than my pale arse pissing all over it. My inner strength was failing, I could just sit with my muscles clenched forever, I starting to go weak around the waist as a fucking tsunami of desperation struck out at the tip of my weehole. I dug my hand between my legs, almost fondling myself to keep the wave of desperation from getting the better of me. “I’ve gotta piss like a fucking racehorse!” I rocked back and forth desperately in my seat, hoping those words would magically fix my problem. “Alright, fine.” My friend pulled off from the main road, past a pub and down a small housing estate. “I’ll drive the long way, you can go for a wee in the fields.” My lips quivered at the thought; she knew me so well. We’d been friends so long and embarked on so many hijinks together that she even knew my pissing preferences when I was about to soak my sweats. Of course she did, we’d done this a few weeks ago. That was entirely my own fault though, I was slightly drunk and being a frisky, lewd fuck, tested myself to see how much I could hold, and to see how much I could endure before I was grabbing myself, desperate and begging for her to pull up on the path for me to take a late night piss in a field. I’m no stranger to pissing outside; when you’ve spent as many nights as I have out drinking you grow used the idea that anything is a toilet if you’re bold enough. Many a night have I had to make a stop to “water the grass” after downing anything with an alcohol content. And also, not that I’d tell my friend… or anybody, but peeing in a field is quite an exciting thrill for me. I just love that sweet moment of silence where all I can hear is my piss hitting the ground, the fresh country air, the humble almost naked surroundings, and of course, the sheer relief of emptying this pissbag I call a bladder, watering the ground with a nice warm stream of my own wee. We got past the housing estate and out onto a country road that divided a small village from the town. I knew what was coming, a nice long wee in the grass. I just had to hold it in a little while longer, but I was past the point of subtlety now; My muscles were weak, almost quivering, I was tugging furiously at the knot on my sweats to undo them. Bastards were tight with the knot and I was past long the point of holding myself on sheer force of will. It was time to take matters, quite literally, into my own hands. “What the fuck are you doing?” Beth protested as I got the knot undone. She probably thought I was just going to yank down my sweats and piss on the seat, which while I'd said I wouldn't, was growing more and more like a lovely thought. I wouldn't though, not willingly. "Preparing!" With the knot undone, I shoved my hands between my legs with all the strength I could muster. "Ahh..." It felt much better with my hands down there, something physical to keep myself from pissing everywhere. Beth pulled up along an old dirt path right beside a path leading up to a farm. There was a large dead tree looming over us and from here I could see a fair deal of the country. It was perfect... Well… It would’ve been perfect. Normally, country roads are quiet, even on sunny days, they’re the perfect place for a sly piss if I couldn’t hold it… But today was different, of all the days they were out it had to be today… I grabbed myself as tightly as I could, fingers digging between my legs as I took in a sight straight from a nightmare, well, a nightmare you have when you really need to take a piss and that one simple task becomes suddenly impossible. It was the kind of thing that dealt a metaphorical, yet horrendous roundhouse to my bladder. Roadworks. Two large yellow trucks pulled up alongside each other as men in hi-viz jackets were drilling away at a section of road. No warning, no sign that roadworks were up ahead, no other areas currently being worked on, but the one place, the one nearby area where I could go, drop my sweats, and unleash a piss-fuelled Armageddon was occupied by bastards from the council. “Oh you’ve got to be fucking joking.” I tried to play it off like it didn’t bother me. Outside, I was a cool composed machine. Inside, I was full of quivering muscles struggling to hold and far more piss than I ever wanted in my bladder. I sat crossed-legged in my seat, almost pushing my heels, as well as my hands, right up into my weehole. I can only imagine how I must’ve looked to Beth. Thankfully, she'd seen me in this horrid, dying state a bunch of times. It was our norm now. “What’s the matter?” She’d taken her time to notice how hesitant I was to get out. From bursting, bouncing lass to shy timid girl in a matter of seconds. “I’m not pissing here with those wankers over there.” I’m not graceful when I’m frustrated. At this point anybody denying me the piss I so desperately needed was an enemy of the state. Beth looked at me like I was speaking straight up gibberish. “Fuck off!” She laughed. “They’re down there, they’re not gonna see you if you go for a slash.” She seemed to completely ignore that two of the workers were literally looking right at us. There was just a random fucking Volkswagen parked on a dirt path, we must’ve looked shady as fuck. I feel like, as we had this exchange, that Beth maybe didn’t know me as well as I thought. Yeah I'm not shy about just yanking my trousers down and pissing when I'm around my friends, but when there's complete strangers nearby. I’m the kind of lass who runs the tap when she’s taking a dump if there’s somebody in the kitchen beside me. I’m surrounded by too many people who love talking about that stuff and I’m here not interested in talking about what comes out my arse. Anyway, there’s a point to me saying that; Imagine getting out, pulling down my sweats and knickers, revealing my fucking pale, bare arse and fanny to a bunch of council workers before squatting down by a giant oak and giving it a nice watering with my piss while their leering bastard eyes are in view of the whole transaction. Like, I was about to piss myself, but in my sober state I just froze up at the thought these pricks working on the road could get a nice view of me. Maybe if I was drunk it wouldn’t stop me, but topping myself up with more fluids was a big no at this point. "Nope! They can fuck right off! I can't piss here." This would be the point where I'd tie up my sweats and just keep it cool. Not this time, they were staying undone. I tie them back up and there's no room for my hands and believe me, the way this was going, I needed my fucking hands down there; they were all that stood between complete dryness and an outright piss mania on this car seat. “Well you’re not pissing in here!” I couldn’t tell if Beth was joking when she said this. She had a laugh on her face, but still the way she said it made it sound like she really was preparing for the worst. And fuck, I couldn’t blame her. All this prattling and thinking was just making me more desperate. Going back to that thing about seeing everything as a toilet, I’d ascended a level beyond that; I’d spent a good five minutes thinking about a nice little patch of field where I’d be pissing. All that thinking, fantasizing, just imagining the sheer relief set me into overdrive. “Is there anywhere else nearby? Public toilets... fuck another field at this point, I don't care. You got a cup or something?" My desperation drove me into a tiny frenzy as I began frantically searching beneath the chairs for something to empty myself in. I found nothing, no Mcdonalds cup, no plastic bags, nothing. This scruffy car was fucking empty. I whimpered, and whimpered, and whimpered until it turned into frantic desperate mumblings for something to piss in. “Ey! Ey! Ey! Calm the fuck down." Beth grabbed my arm to stop me from rooting around beneath the chairs. "There's the river further down the road and past the village. You can go for a wee there." "Like fuck I can, I'm gonna be lucky if I can last another minute!" Beth sighed. "We'll just have to go home then. That's the only thing I can think of unless you want to go knocking on doors?" She knew that's not what I wanted. "Just don't piss yourself in the next five minutes." She waited for me to settle back into my seat like I was a disobedient child. I couldn't exactly sit still in my seat, but I think my cross-legged, hands down knickers sitting style was good enough as she pulled away past the roadworks and up towards our town. Thankfully, a motorway runs a good length of our route home. And fuck my life have I ever seen somebody go so fast. You'd think Beth herself was the one who was about to piss herself, the speed she was going. I was sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed so furiously my heels were digging against my crotch. My hands were exactly where they were two minutes ago, also furiously stuck against my weehole, holding back the flood I was so desperate to unleash. They were nearly digging into me, I could feel them, and I’m sure this was legally fingering myself at this point but I didn’t care, I needed to use everything I had to hold back the flood. I must’ve looked like I was in a fucking yoga position. I’m sure there’s a metaphor somewhere for inner-peace now that every part of my body was focused on one concise point: my fucking crotch. Sadly, my ironclad will and hands of determined flesh were not enough. Something warm shot out from between my legs, spraying my hands. My eyes widened like they'd seen a murder, my face clenched into pure horror as a second larger spurt shot out and dampened not just my hands, but my knickers too. I was so caught up in the horror of it that I'd not noticed that that still wasn't the end. My whole hands were being covered in this warm fluid, spurt after spurt until finally it was just one long warm stream running down my hands. I could feel the stream pouring, no, fucking spraying, out between my legs. Somebody was looking out for me as the road we were on was barren, and on both sides were long hedges overlooking a local rugby field. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I'd lost all care that I'd be seen now, I had to get out and piss, I had to spare my best mates seat from being pissed on and I needed to spare my clothes any more damage. Beth pulled the car beside the rugby field and I wasted zero time hopping out, already pulling my sweats and knickers, which were fucking soaked in wee, down. All I could hear was splattering as piss streamed down my legs, running out onto the grass. It was like a yellow lake forming around me as tiny little warm rivers ran down my legs. I struggled, my knickers were already so damp they stuck to my crotch and my arsecheeks. At the very least I pulled them aside so I wouldn't be pissing into them. "Ah, Ah, Ahhhh~" The panic I was feeling turned to relief as I managed to hover my arse over the grass. The hissing turned to a noisy splattering as I began peeing into the dirt. My legs were so weak from holding that I had to steady myself by grasping the car door... which meant Beth saw everything; my glistening piss-soaked arse, my white knickers gleaming yellow with fresh, dripping piss and to top it off, the spray that was watering the grass beneath my arse was all just ripe for her virgin eyes to witness. She looked away, but it didn’t seem to bother her so much. She just began giggling, laughing as my shitty fortune had, slightly, turned good. I’d found my piss filled pot at the end of the rainbow and oh boy let me tell you, even if I’d pissed a fucking ocean into my sweats first, holy fuck did this feel great, almost orgasmic. On such a nice day you could really feel the warmth against your naked skin and as bad as I knew it was, the silence meant all I could hear was my piss hitting the dirt with great force, matched up with the hissing between my legs. I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it, any of it. At last my well ran empty, the fat lady had sung, the rains had been blessed, I’d finally got what I wanted after a good long… I didn’t even know, time had just kind of melted away from my mind, being replaced with pain. And while some of it was still running down my legs, all warm and wet, I’d managed to avoid completely soaking myself. I can’t imagine what they would’ve looked like if I’d just kept pissing in them, I must’ve gone for a whole fifty seconds, imagine the state of my lower half if I’d just kept going in them; they were already damp and heavy, weighing down on me as they'd absorbed as much piss as they could. I lifted myself to my feet and looked down at the puddle I’d made soaking into the grass beneath me. I’d call it an achievement personally, I’d pissed so much the soil couldn't even hold it all, several small streaks ran down the side of the pavement and began pooling on the road. “Feel better?” Beth asked. I was panting, struggling to form a coherent sentence as the relief had overwhelmed me in ecstasy. “You… have… no… idea…” I managed to finally put that together between breaths. “How… good…” I just kept talking like I was on autopilot, “That… felt…" I could feel the smile I was giving her, lewd but happy. I climbed back into the passenger like I’d just come back from an all day wank-a-thon, I was sweating, moaning, panting with relief, my mouth twisting between a shameful grimace and a relieving, overwhelming smile that felt like it hung from cheek to cheek. “Ha, ha, ha…” I had to sacrifice my N7 hoodie to sit back in the car; it acted like a towel to save Beth’s seats from getting stained from my wet arse. I don’t think I got too much on the seats, nothing some febreeze couldn’t get out. No, the major damage was now clinging to my arse and legs, not to mention my crotch… my pubes felt like a rainforest, warm and humid, my thighs and legs were sticky and all I could smell was piss. I settled into my seat, my arse squelching as I squirmed uncomfortably. Everytime I shuffled I just felt my arsecheeks pushing against my wet knickers. It was mostly silent for the drive home. I'd felt defeated, I'd suffered the worse of it, but I couldn't keep going, but after all that holding, the anticipation, I didn't mind how this ended at all. It was a pretty big turn-on actually. I had for the most time always wondered what enjoyment people got from holding their bladders to their breaking points and now, as I sat, dripping in my piss, I finally understood. I think the ending is obvious; I got my freshly groomed dog home, and I know he was along for the whole journey, but I doubt anybody wants to hear about how my dog sat in the backseat of the car doing nothing with his life while his owner writhed and cringed in the front. I got my soggy knickers and sweats into the wash and hopped into the shower. Once I was out and dried, I was back at my PC watching game streams, back to doing fuck all with my own life until next time. Though still buzzing with the excitement, and some friskiness from my little situation earlier, I have some arrangements to make between myself and… a special item of mine. So that's my story. Hope you enjoyed it, because believe me, I know I fucking did. Anyway, that's all from me. Ta Rah, love Rose.
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  46. In the vein of hypnosis and mind control, I would want to frozen stiff with a full bladder. I'm aware of my situation, but I can't go to the bathroom, or even hold myself or anything to make it less uncomfortable. And I've been given an irresistible suggestion that I can't voluntarily wet myself. I have to stand there like a human statue until nature takes it's course and I lose complete control over my bladder.
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  48. I used to work at a country park estate when I left college and started out as a park ranger. Being a ranger I spent most of my time out in the park grounds but I did spent some time in the office block working on projects and spent some time in staff meetings this led to a few sightings. I then changed jobs and became an educational officer which meant I spent more time in the office and going to meetings which led to many more sightings. The first one I have to share was one of the admin staff we have at the park. I had been out in the park investigating a problem that somebody had reported and came back to the offices to ask the site manager what he wanted us to do about it. I went to his office but he wasn't in so I went over to the admin office and found one of the admins sat at her desk. I asked where the manager was and she said he had gone out to a meeting. I asked if she wanted a drink and she said she would love one and told me that she wanted to go make one but was expecting an important call. I went and made myself and her a cup of coffee and took it to her and we stood chatting for ten minutes until the phone rang and she answered it. It turned out to be the call she had been expecting so I left her to it and went to the rangers office to do some paperwork. After about an hour I had completed the paperwork and was working on designs for a project. I needed to pee so I took my cup upstairs to the kitchen and nipped to the loo. I put the kettle on and went to ask Sandra if she wanted another drink. I went into her office and noticed she was fidgeting on her chair. I asked if she was okay and she laughed and said "That cuppa wasn't a good idea, I'm dying for a wee". I looked at the phone in her hand and she said "oh i'm on hold". I laughed and said "yeah...I can see that". She laughed and said "tell me about it, if he doesn't hurry back I'm gonna end up wetting myself". I just stood watching her wiggle and suddenly she started talking and realised she must of come off hold. I walked back to the kitchen and made myself a drink and when I walked back to her she was sat on the edge of her seat with her hand between her legs. When she saw me she mouthed "I NEED A WEE". As she answered questions to the guy on the phone she kept crossing her legs and making "ooooo" faces at me as if showing me how badly she had to pee. After a few minutes she started wrapping up her conversation and eventually she said goodbye. She instantly dropped the phone and jumped up saying "oh god I'm bursting". She dashed out of the room and down the corridor towards the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later smiling and said "boy that was close, I seriously thought I was going to wee myself". I couldn't help but wonder if her knickers were completely dry.
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