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  1. 6 points

    TNT

  2. 3 points
    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
  3. 3 points

    Dating Ella

    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...
  4. 3 points
    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.
  5. 3 points
    *Birthday Husky Noises*
  6. 3 points

    Teacher Please

    Page 2. Monday came quickly, Scarlett walked the halls, Jake’s arm warpped around her waist. She saw Mr. Bradley talking to another teacher, his wife. They made eye contact as they walked passed each other. Scarlett smiled but Mr. Bradley’s expression remained stone cold. She could tell his wife was scolding him for something. She couldnt manage to make out what they were saying in the busy hall way. His wife taught the sophomore class she wasnt a very nice woman. She always had her brown pair pulled back into a tight bun, she was the kind of woman who wore pants suits. Scarlett didnt have her as a teacher anymore and she much preferred Mr Bradley. She still felt a twinge of jealousy towards her, that she got to be his wife. Scarlett never understood why he liked such a .. plain woman, he was definitely out of her league. Scarlett couldnt wait for his class because she planned to confront him. At lunch she sat with her boyfriend and some other friends. “Hey Scar, did you want to hangout after school?” Jake proposed. Mr Bradleys class was her last class of the day, this was when she planned to talk to him. “No um.. I need to stay and work on my art final remember?” She made up an excuse. “Alright maybe later tonight then?” He bit his lip moving closer to her. She didn’t reciprocate “ill call you.”. The bell rang. She kissed him and got up quickly dodging his requests. Jake was handsome but Scarlett was drawn to Mr Bradley by powerful force. She waited for his class to finish so they could be alone. The whole period she watched his movements and she could feel his eyes on her whenever she looked away. Finally the bell rang and she waited for the other students to clear out of the classroom, Mr Bradley at his desk. Scarlett slid her binder into her back pack and slung it around her left shoulder. She stepped slowly towards his desk, she could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins the closer she got. He met her gaze “Is there something I can help you with Scarlett?” He asked trying to sound professional as a teacher should. She shut the classroom door before finally reaching his desk. She leaned towards him some clevage showing from her tight black t shirt. Her hot red curls flowing down her shoulders “Have an eventful evening in the parking lot on friday?” She asked arrogantly. He swallowed hard he looked down at his desk. His leg was tapping up and down quickly. She noticed this. “It’s okay Mr Bradley I wont tell anyone..” she tried to sound innocent. He looked up at her sheepishly “thank you Scarlett.” His leg continued to bounce. “What happened... if you don’t mind me asking.” She spoke carefully. He blushed a deep shade of red “I know this shouldnt be happening at my age..” he was in his late thirties he was aging into a handsome older man. She moved closer her eyes on his still bouncing leg “you have to go right now, dont you?” He blushed again and nodded awkwardly “it’s a long afternoon.” He admitted. He stood up and tried heading for the door but she blocked his path “We really should be going..” his eyes on the door. “Not so fast.” She smiled deviously as she took a step closer, so close he could smell her perfume. She looked up at the strong man while running her finger gently up his thigh. He squirmed slightly when she did this “Do you like to have fun Mr Bradley?” She asked seductively. “Scarlett... i’m with someone..” he was looking her in the eyes now and his breaths trembled. “So am I.” She took his hand and placed it in the small of her back. His hands were large and strong. She pushed gently on his bladder with two fingers, just enough that he let out an audible wimper. He felt a spurt come out and dampen his underwear. “Oh my... we wouldnt want you to have another accident, now would we?” She said pulling her hand away from his buldging bladder. Just then they could hear the janitor pushing a mop bucket down the hall and the jangle of keys. Scarlett headed for the door “ill be expecting to see you after class tomorrow.” She instructed him before leaving the room. His dick was hard in his pants but he couldnt help but swallow hard, he was worried about what she was capable of. Still he couldnt help but smile the whole way home.
  7. 2 points
    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."
  8. 2 points

    You're Not My Daddy, Boy

    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.
  9. 2 points

    >tfw peestuck in 2018

    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.
  10. 2 points
    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.
  11. 2 points
    Here is a special holiday video from Alisha and HD Wetting just for the community here at Omorashi.org- omo_promo.mp4
  12. 2 points
    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.
  13. 2 points

    [Female] Emily pees

    Emily pees View File Hot girl named Emily pees herself Submitter largebio Submitted 12/27/2018 Category Peeing
  14. 2 points
    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!
  15. 2 points

    Master and Servant: A Redux

    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.
  16. 2 points

    Anderson's Wet Dream

    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.
  17. 2 points
    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.
  18. 2 points
    I hate people. Just enjoy your porn and leave the actresses alone. Stop sending them creepy messages. Stop trying to find them. Stop peeing in public places where other have to see it/clean up after you. STOP FORCING OTHERS TO PARTICIPATE IN YOUR KINK!!!!! Why is this so fucking hard to understand???
  19. 2 points

    [Cartoon style] Big leak

    Big Leak ~•~•~•~ I accept commissions! Dm me for the prices ~•~•~•~
  20. 2 points

    How old are you?

    30 birthday is January... just saying ?
  21. 2 points
    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.
  22. 2 points
    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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    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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    Desperate Feeling

    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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    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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    Well, I wanted to share some holiday cheer with everyone. Here are a few pictures I took for a pair of panties I got all dirty and wet for a customer this year. Can you see I had a good time in these? I'm very leaky when I play with myself. These are some deliciously wet panties, but it's not pee! These are actually from two different times where I masturbated in these panties, I did have the let them dry out between each little fun session! If you ever want to order a pair of my panties, check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
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    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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    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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    Just read it, and loved it. And I'm glad it wasn't too bad for her, and that she was willing to take the risk and hold it for you.
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    Teacher Please

    Wow! Looking forward to more of this!
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    Ashi Omo edit

    We later learn that's not a bodysuit, but something between a thick coating of ash and charred flesh.
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    Not sure how this is going to work out, but I'm going to try a follow-up response. Tina and Nicole arrived at the girls restroom at about the 1:30 mark and saw a line of four girls ahead of them. They pretty much wait it out and hope one or two girls gets out soon. About 15 seconds later, Tiffany comes along followed by Emily at around the 2:00 mark, and they're both pretty desperate as well. It isn't until a few seconds later where one of the stalls finally opens up and Elizabeth can take her turn. Within the next minute two more stalls open up and Brandy and Michelle do their business. With about two minutes to go, there are five people left in line. Emily and Tiffany are trying to beg any of the remaining girls in front of them to let them cut in line, but as you might expect, they all say no because there is a line for a reason. So the five remaining girls continue to wait in desperation. Around the 3:15 mark another stall opens up and Jennifer takes her turn, followed by Tina about 15 seconds later. Just before the four minute mark, another stall opens up and Nicole enters. By this time, Tiffany and Emily are pretty desperate and about to pee themselves, but don't have time to wait it out and get to class on time. If they leave now, they can probably make it to class on time, but will probably pee their pants in the next lesson. Can't do that, so they decide to wait it out, and deal with the situation later. At the 4:20 mark, Tiffany can take her turn, and at the 4:40 mark, Emily finally gets her chance to pee. Both of them are still in the stalls peeing when the late bell rings, but at least they won't pee their pants during the next lesson. They finally finish their business and wash their hands, and have the same next class together. They arrive in their math class fashionably late (like 2 1/2 minutes or so), and the teacher asks what happened. Tiffany says "I really had to pee and when is got into the bathroom all the stalls were full and there was a line of 5 or 6 girls ahead of me." and Emily says "I got to that same bathroom a few seconds later, and I had to pee just as bad, if not worse. They really need to have more time in between classes for us to use the restroom, or have more stalls in the bathroom so we don't have to wait in line as long." The teacher sighs and says "Yeah, I understand that it's not the best of situations when you have to use the bathroom and there's a long line. I also do appreciate that you were willing to take care of your business in between classes instead of asking me to use the restroom during class. If you would have had a free tardy or emergency restroom pass remaining, we could have worked around this problem this time. Unfortunately, we do have to go by school policy, and because you were late again and had already used up your emergency restroom passes, I am going to have to give each of you a 30 minute detention, to be served after school. But if you can't make it then, you do have the option to serve it in the morning or at lunch time (either in 2 15-minute sessions or one 30 minute session), but you must serve the entire 30 minutes within the next 2 school days, and your parents must sign the detention slip before you can serve it." Now, a 30 minute detention for being late isn't necessarily the end of the world, but the problem is that this situation could very well happen again, with probably a harsher punishment. So what would be a possible solution to keep something like this from happening again? If you can't be late, and you can't use the restroom during class, your hands are pretty much tied, and you pretty much have to hope that when you have to use the restroom between classes, that there isn't a line or more than one or two girls ahead of you, or you won't have enough time to do your business and get to class on time. Tiffany went on to say "It was not our intention to be late, but we had to pee really bad and there was a line." Emily added "What can we do if something like this happens again? If this tardy is 30 minutes, the next one will probably be 60 minutes." The teacher said "Since you've already used up all your free tardies and emergency restroom passes, I can't let you go to the bathroom during class unless you have a doctor's note on file. So if you anticipate that this might be an ongoing problem, you might want to talk to your parents about seeing a doctor and see if they can give you a note. Then you can give that note to the assistant principal or school nurse, and I can let you use the restroom during class if there's a genuine emergency". But it's not that easy to get doctor's notes for something like this. Has anyone ever really encountered a situation anything close to this though? The other alternative response I could have provided was to have the girls go to class without peeing, and then pee their pants during their next class because they weren't allowed to use the bathroom (unless there was a free tardy or emergency pass available, or a doctor's note on file allowing them to go as often as needed).
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    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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    Version 1.0.0

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    Not mine but nice

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    Live Action Omorashi

    Thinking of starting a hold. Not usually much on holding, but hoping I won't be alone. Just finished a coffee and a beer to help speed the process ?
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    Kevin Part 1

    Part 3 Kevin walked into the kitchen hoping and praying that there would be a door leading off to a toilet. No such luck. The kitchen was a small lean to type with only a door out to the back yard. He gave his crotch a comforting squeeze as he looked around for the tea things and wondered what was holding him back from asking to use the toilet? He's not told me I can't has he? but it was becoming clear to Kevin that he was going to be expected to do as he was told from now on. Besides, he just didn't have the nerve to ask just yet. Not with the mood that Donald was in. Better let him get it all off his chest first. Kevin was sure he could manage to hold on for a bit. Kevin spotted the electric kettle, took it from the base and popped the lid. Nearly empty. He turned to the sink. A big old Belfast sink with massive old fashioned taps. He turned the cold tap and nothing happened. He kept turning and it was only after two or three revolutions that there was a hammering in the pipes and then at first a spit, closely followed by a ridiculously low pressure dribble of water. Watching the slow trickle of water didn't help Kevin's situation at all. He lifted his head and peered through the grimy window into the untidy back yard which was full of junk. He could make out some cast iron pub tables and an old mangle. Then he saw something that made him involuntarily cross one leg tightly over the other and bend slightly at the waste. An open door to a brick built outhouse and standing there invitingly, a gleaming white porcelain toilet, it's wooden lid open and ready for use. The proximity of salvation triggered something inside as his bladder squeezed ready to expel the pent up liquid it was tiring of holding. Kevin flung the kettle into its cradle, flipped the switch on and flew to the back door and grabbed the handle. Locked! He fumbled with the knob on the Yale lock and pulled at the door once again, this time causing it to move a few millimetres before stopping abruptly as the thick iron snib of the deadlock connected with the edge of the door frame socket. Double locked! F***k! Donald heard every movement and could tell the very instant that Kevin had spotted the toilet with the door left carefully ajar. The rattles from the two desperate attempts at opening the back door left no doubt that Kevin was now very desperate indeed. Would. The frantic lad ask? Donald had no intention of refusing to let him go, however, he was creating an atmosphere whereby Kevin would be somewhat awkward, embarrassed or even too scared to mention his need. Following his failure to get the door open and his unexplainable inability to summon up the courage to ask for the key, Kevin used every ounce of willpower and muscle control to get himself back from frantic to just bursting again. He filled the teapot and put in the tray with the milk and cups and unsteadily carried it through to the table. As he sat back down, Kevin felt a meagre amount of self control return and somehow managed to zone out as Donald poured out two cups of tea with the teapot held much higher than absolutely necessary. With steaming cups of tea in front of each of them, Donald continued. "As agreed with the court, you will report here every morning at eight thirty and work in the shop, or wherever else I need you to be, until five thirty in the evening or later if I decide it" Donald waited for response for a moment. With none forthcoming, he continued "I have worked for many years to acquire this building and all of its contents. Many of which you planned to relieve me of during your failed burgulary attempt. Given your record I will reserve the right tocarry out a search of your clothing before you leave if I have cause to believe that you are attempting to steal from me" Kevin listened in silence. He wanted to do something with his hands. He looked at the tea and lifted it to his lips before a pulse from his bladder reminded him that it wasn't the best idea at this present time. He replaced the cup on the table. How long is this crazy old git going to take. you're angry that I tried to rip you off. I get it. For the love of God, please please get this over with before I piss all over your farmhouse pine! Donald asked "do you have anything to say?" I need the toilet, need the toilet, need to use the b*****d toilet!!! "No Sir" "I have a lot of precious items here and some not so, so whenever you are instructed you will treat every object with care. You do not have free reign of the premises and will remain in one area until I instruct you differently. The will be some heavy lifting but you look like you can manage that. I think that it is best that for the time being at least, that you speak only when spoken too unless it is an emergency, and most importantly, never interrupt me when I am dealing with a customer" Kevin's eyes were starting to grow teary as the full implications of the coming weeks dawned upon him and his need to urinate built up to a white hot need. Cupping himself with both hands underneath the table Kevin looked directly at Donald expectantly. Donald could tell by the squirming that Kevin was seconds away from wetting his pants. He waited for a few more seconds and watched as Kevin kneaded his dick through his jeans. "Yes lad?" Kevin blurted out "can I go to the toilet please Sir!". Donald looked out of the rear window into the yard as if he hadn't heard. In the few short seconds that it took Donald to reply, Kevin's bladder contracted and pushed the hot pee right to the tip of his dick causing the lad to pinch the tip tightly through his denims. "Yes of course" Kevin waited for Donald to find the key or walk towards the door or something, anything, just please get me to toilet now! "Oh right. Keys. Now where did I put the keys?" Donald patted his pockets absent mindedly as Kevin's bladder approached critical mass! Finding the key he ambled to the back door with Kevin, barely able to stand straight hobbled behind "I have to keep everything locked since the.. Oh well, you know why" As he turned the lock and opened the door, Kevin burst past him like a greyhound out of the trap. "My you are in a hurry" said a smiling Donald. In his haste, Kevin has popped the waist button along with the ones on his fly, causing his jeans to slip down yo just above his knees. He actually let out an audible moan as he felt the exquisite relief as what felt like gallons of liquid tumbled into the old toilet turning the water into a frothing swirling pool of pent up red hot pee
  37. 1 point

    You're Not My Daddy, Boy

    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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    Teacher Please

    Very interested to see where this goes. Love it so far.
  39. 1 point
    So hot and sexy. Wish I could've been there to watch. So hot
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    I'm far enough along on part #2 of The City Without a Ladies Room to announce a public deadline for myself. I'm going to aim to get it out by December 29th. Also, since it's Christmas (Merry Christmas by the way) below is a little teaser from the next part:
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    So next year, what do you want to see me make more of the most? ToiletStool adaptations? Comics starring Trina and other original characters? I mean both are happening but if there's one youre more excited about than the other I'd like to hear it. Then there's also the other goodies here and there like film scene fan art. 2019 is shaping up to be another busy year for me, I'll be posting the candidates for comics soon.
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    Teacher Please

    That was interesting and good
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    Version 1.0.0

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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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    Wish I knew what they were saying. Not into desperation as such, some of the girls drag it out till they lose control. Some of them really enjoy what they are doing.
  46. 1 point
    I definitely think its messed up to pee in someones house, but for some reason its also a turn on lol.
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    Version 1.0.0

    2,196 downloads

    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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    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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    Gemmy's desperate sightings

    Whilst I was at college I had to do a work experience placement and I got a placement at the country park estate where my husband worked at the time. He had done the same course as me previously and the reason i was doing it was because it sounded cool and catered to my interests. After I finished my course I got a full time job working at the park as a ranger. Being a big country park we held events throughout the year, one of which was a Halloween night. We decorated the trees and areas around the nature trail which goes round the whole park and takes in all the features and attractions and during the evening when people were walking round people would be dressed up and jump out. I said I would work in the evening and help out and a lot of the volunteers who come in to maintain the park during the week gave up their time to help. I wanted to be out of the way from all the commotion and chose the task of monitoring the top car park at the far end of the park. We weren't allowing cars to park in it as the walk went through it and also we needed to monitor the road to make sure no one was parking on the sides of the road and causing obstructions (which we get a lot). I was told i could have one of the volunteers to help me and keep me company. I went and got in my land rover and suddenly there was a knock on the window. I looked round and found Jane. I smiled happy that I had been sent one of the "nice" volunteers, Nice meaning one that I knew wouldn't be boring and Jane always seems really nice. She told me the organiser had asked for a volunteer who wanted to be away from all the commotion and she had wanted that and had been sent to me. I told her to jump in and she went to get her bag and came back and got in. I asked if anything else needed doing before I set off and there wasn't. I drove out of the main gate and decided to call at the shop. She came in with me and I got a couple of drinks and some snacks. When she came back she had some drinks. We drove up and I parked across the entrance to the car park and hung a sign on the road side telling people not to park there and hung a sign on the other side directing people on the walk back into the park so they didn't end up in the woods. Once I had done that it was just a case of sitting and making sure things went fine. I put some music on and we just sat chatting and listening to the chatter on my walkie talkie. She pulled a big flask out of her bag and I laughed and commented she had come prepared. She said they had told people to dress warm and bring drinks if they wanted as they might be stood out in the cold. She said she was much happier being given a job where she could sit in a warm land rover. She poured herself a coffee and quickly drank it before refilling her cup. Before long the walkers had set off and people began walking past us. Apart from a few people asking us questions and me having to ask a few people to stop parking on the road it was pretty quiet. I was reading the schedule of events for the evening and aimlessly reading through the program. She was sat singing along to the music. I noticed her leg was bouncing and at first thought she was just tapping along to the music but as time passed it got more noticeable and she kept shifting in her seat. We had been there for about an hour and half and she poured another cup of coffee and emptied the flask. I realised then the leg bouncing might be because she had to pee. She had finished the entire flask of coffee and even if she pee'd before leaving home it was at least 2 hours. Another half an hour passed and now she had finished one of the bottles of pop she had bought at the shop. She seemed fidgety and I couldn't help but imagine all that liquid making its way to her bladder and I figured she must have been getting desperate. The walks were scheduled to finish at half past 8 and then there would be a firework display. It was now 8 o'clock which meant we had at least another hour and half if not 2 hours. I wasn't sure whether she had to pee or not because there were times when she was sat still and then she would have a moment of fidgeting and leg bouncing. My question was answered when a woman knocked on the window and asked us where the nearest toilets were. I told her they if they carried on the walk for about 15 minutes they would come to a set of bathrooms but if she took the path to the left it cut straight down to where they were. She thanked us and set off. Jane laughed and said "I was just thinking the same thing". I asked her what and she said "just thinking about which set of bathrroms were the nearest". I laughed and said "that's a weird thought to have, any particular reason you are thinking that?". She laughed and said "i'm not weird, I was thinking it because that coffee has gone right through me and now I need a wee". I nodded and said she was free to go use them if she wanted. She said she would rather not walk around in the cold and the dark. I offered to drive her back down to the offices to use the bathroom but she said she was fine. Time passed and she got more and more fidgety and I think now I knew about her need she was less shy about showing it. It got to half 8 and the fireworks started. They were due to last until 9 o'clock and then we could go back down. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and hand her hand in between them her legs were bouncing like crazy. I loved the fact that even though she was obviously really desperate for a wee she kept declining my offer to drive her back down to the offices. The fireworks stopped and the chatter on the radio said people were starting to move out of the park and could we have someone posted on the end of the country lane directing traffic on the main road. I called down and said I would go round. We drove round and parked on the side of the main road. I asked Jane to stand and direct cars out when I gave the signal. I went and stood on the bend and when there was no traffic I signaled her to let cars out one at a time. As she was stood she was doing a pee dance and I wondered how desperate she was. It must have been harder now she was in the cold and stood up. After 20 minutes we got the queue of cars out of the way and we jumped back in the land rover. I asked on the radio if anything needed doing and they said no and to come back. Jane said "oh good, I really need a wee now". I laughed and said i did too and she said "yeah but i really really need a wee, I'm absolutely bursting". As we drove back I couldn't help but think about the woman next to me with a bursting bladder. She had her hand squeezed between her legs and was leg bouncing like crazy. We pulled up outside the offices and went inside. In the offices we have two bathroom stalls. We went upstairs and a couple of people were stood outside the bathrooms. She asked if they were waiting and they said they were and she broke out into a sexy pee dance. One of the toilets came free and one of the people went in. The site manager came in and laughed and asked Jane if she was alright. "yeah im fine, too much coffee.....i've been dying for a wee for ages". The second toilet came free and the woman went in. Jane walked over to the first bathroom and knocked on the door and said "oooooo, hurry up Kev i'm bursting out here". He laughed and said "i'll be out in a minute". She danced around and said "you better be, i'm almost weeing myself out here". I was transfixed watching her dancing around as she desperately tried not to pee. She suddenly gasped and grabbed herself and shouted "come on Kev, i can't wait much longer". The door opened and he came out, the moment he was out of the way she dashed in and a few minutes later came out looking very relieved. My manager said "looks like you enjoyed that". She laughed and said "I certainly did, that was a close one, almost made a puddle on your floor". She said her goodbyes and headed off. All they way home all i could picture in my head was her dancing around and imagining if he hadn't come out when he did, imagining what would have happened.
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    Old video from Anette

    I remember this video from www.anettewetting.fw.hu . I saved a bunch of pictures and preview videos from in back in the day. She was definitely a cute and gutsy wetter. Do you still have any contact with her? Also, here were the free video previews you guys had on before the site was taken down. I always wanted to pick up the video in the 4th set where she wets herself in the market. videoset1.wmvvideoset2.wmvvideoset3.wmvvideoset4.avi
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