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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    This one is from from the site Manyvids. Sorry it's a bit of a large file. A girl pees in her jeans, takes off her top, and does some basic JOI kind of stuff. Amateurish in production quality. The sound is kind of poor and some sort of static or something when she the camera around, but still good.
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  2. I originally wrote this and posted to Tumblr, but now that Tumblr is dead, I figured I might as well repost it here. Original article follows below: Holding pee is a relatively harmless activity, but like all sex acts it carries some risks, and it’s important to be educated about how to mitigate them. Please note I am not a doctor and this is not medical advice. For actual medical advice, or when in doubt, consult your doctor. If you have existing conditions that affect your kidneys or urinary tract, your risks may be different; please do your research. Bladder Rupture Fortunately, contrary to myth, merely holding your pee will not cause your bladder to literally burst! Your body will eventually pee involuntarily. That said, if bladder rupture were to occur due to injury, illness, or physical blockage, it would be extremely dangerous, and potentially lethal. Never, ever use any device to block your urethra or prevent yourself from peeing! While holding, avoid any situation where there is a risk of physical trauma to your bladder. Kidney Damage Urine backing up to your kidneys is unlikely, but potentially serious. If you are healthy, this should never happen just from holding your pee. If you ever feel pain low in your sides instead of in your bladder or muscles, put the scene on pause and take care of your body. If you can’t get the pain to stop, pee. If it still doesn’t stop after you pee, or if you feel ill, seek medical attention. You can reduce the risk of this by avoiding clothing or body positions that physically push the contents of your bladder upwards. Hydration Kidneys try to keep the concentration of electrolytes in your blood stable, so the more salt and sugar you consume, the less pee you make, and the more water you drink, the more pee you make. (This is obviously a big oversimplification.) Kidneys produce a maximum of about 1L of pee an hour. There is literally no point to drinking more than that from an omorashi perspective. The more you exceed your kidneys’ maximum operating capacity, the more you risk throwing off the chemical balance of your blood, which can be medically dangerous. If you feel nauseous, shivery, or just somehow not-quite-right, eat something salty and don’t drink more. Kidneys aren’t meant to operate at maximum capacity all the time. Drinking 1L/hr for more than a few hours at a time could carry health risks. Kidneys react slowly to changes in hydration. Particularly after an omorashi session, it is important to continue drinking plenty of fluids at a gradually decreasing rate. Your kidneys will still be working on overdrive, so if you stop drinking all at once, you risk dehydration. This is also why you may get quite thirsty after you’ve already drunk enough to fill your bladder. Most people are dehydrated in daily life, so when you begin an omorashi session, your first goal is to rehydrate your body and get your kidneys used to it. Hence, the “rapid desperation method” is exactly right about taking an hour or two to drink plenty of fluids before commencing the holding session. For pre- and especially post-session hydration, it is a good idea to drink fluids with electrolytes, such as juice, Gatorade, or Coke, since you want the fluids to go into rehydrating your body. For the holding session itself, water or tea is better, since it functions like a diuretic, making your kidneys filter more water out of your blood. Drinking large quantities of water can make you feel full and prevent you from being hungry. It is important to eat normally, so that you don’t upset your electrolyte balance. Eating can trigger a bowel urge; if that is something you want to avoid, try to go before you hold your pee, and eat foods that affect your bowels less. Not eating isn’t a healthy strategy. Obviously for those of us who welcome the mess, we can do the reverse. Urinary Tract Infections UTIs are one of the major risks of omorashi, because holding pee significantly increases the risk of getting a UTI. The more concentrated your urine — i.e. (generally) the more yellow it is — the higher the risk that holding could cause a UTI. This means it is a bad idea to hold your morning pee unless you drank a ton before bed and wake up totally bursting. It also means if you’ve been going about your day for six hours and start to need to pee, it’s probably a bad time to start holding it. Go pee, hydrate yourself, then start your hold. Not allowing your bladder to fully empty increases your chance of a UTI. Regaining control after a leak is part of the fun, but be aware of the risk if you have a major flood and stop yourself before fully emptying your bladder. Peeing after sex or ejaculation substantially reduces the risk of contracting a UTI, and it is a widely recommended habit even for vanilla folks. So save the sex until you’re ready to be done with holding your pee! If after a holding session you feel a bit of stinging and need to pee constantly, even when you’re empty, you might have a mild UTI. The best thing to do is wash yourself and drink plenty of fluids (which you should be doing anyway), and pee frequently in the potty. UTI symptoms are similar to many STDs. It ought to go without saying that if you are having partnered sex, you should regularly get tested for STDs. Mild UTIs are uncomfortable, but not that serious. If you take care of yourself, they should clear up pretty quickly within a few days. If it sticks around, gets worse, or you have other symptoms, seek medical attention. Naturally, take it easy on sex and holding for a few days after recovering from a UTI. Blueberries and cranberries are protective against UTIs. Also they are delicious. Cranberry juice is the perfect hydrating juice to accompany a holding session! Bladder Capacity and Control Human bladders are pretty much all the same size. Differences in capacity are due to reflexes, sensations, and muscle tone of the sphincters, the bladder itself, and the pelvis in general. The feeling of “I gotta go pee” is called micturition, and the amount of pee that triggers it can change a lot based on your habits. If you normally pee as soon as you need to go, you will feel like you need to go when your bladder only contains a couple hundred milliliters of pee. If you normally hold it for a while, you might not start feeling like you need to go until your bladder is twice that full. The fun part of omorashi starts when you need to pee, so it’s a good idea to make a habit of drinking plenty and peeing as soon as you need to go unless you’re in a holding session. That way, you will start feeling desperate sooner. You will often read that the human bladder can only hold 500-600 mL. Since many experienced omorashi players can easily hold 1L or more, this is probably a description of the point where the bladder is full and begins to stretch outwards. This may also be the point where involuntary reflexes to pee kick in. Don’t make a frequent long term habit of holding it until it’s an emergency. Holding to that point on a regular basis can over time cause the muscles that make up your bladder walls to become thicker, reducing your bladder’s ability to stretch and potentially causing very reduced bladder capacity. It can also affect your bladder reflexes, so that you don’t feel you need to pee until it is too late. While simulating incontinence is the whole point of omorashi, actual medical incontinence is a health risk to avoid. Strengthening your Kegel muscles is a good way to increase your ability to hold a full bladder, and it also makes for better orgasms. So particularly if you enjoy trying to beat your capacity record, the way to do it is with Kegel exercises. You want to strengthen your voluntary ability to hold, not weaken your involuntary urinary reflexes or your bladder itself. Learn how much you can hold before you pee involuntarily, and make sure to drink more than that whenever you hold. It both stresses your bladder walls and increases your risk of UTI to hold a mostly full bladder for a long time. Even if you don’t enjoy wetting, it’s important for desperation play to have an endgame. Rashes and Cleanup Healthy urine is more or less sterile when it leaves your body, so getting it on your skin is harmless. When exposed to the air, however, the urea in pee starts turning into ammonia and it starts attracting bacteria. Both the ammonia and the bacteria aren’t the nicest things to have against your damp skin. If you keep your pee soaked clothes on for hours, you may get a rash. If you are well hydrated, and to a lesser extent if your diet is low in protein, your pee will contain less urea. So if you like staying in your pee puddle for a long time, it’s extra important for you to pee clear. If you make a habit of changing clothes and drying off after wetting yourself, and you are well hydrated, you can probably avoid a rash even if you don’t shower immediately. This is good news for the folks who like to smell of pee. If you do get a rash, the thing to do is gently but thoroughly wash the area with soap and water. Moisturizing baby lotion can also help. Try to keep the area dry while it heals. If the rash seems serious or you worry it may be infected, seek medical attention. Let’s be honest, most of us don’t do our pissy laundry immediately. Especially for those of us who have to use a shared laundry or laundromat, it often has to sit for a few days. If the laundry is going to have to wait, it’s a good idea to rinse your peed clothes immediately in clean water. That way, you’re less likely to end up with an ammonia smell in your home, or clothes that still smell after you wash them. Holding Techniques, etc. Staying still, particularly lying down or sleeping, triggers the hormones and reflexes that keep you from getting a full bladder or peeing in your sleep. So doing that will help you hold it literally as long as possible. Most omorashi players are more interested in the desperate feeling and loss of control, however, and for us it is better to keep the urinary reflexes awake with mild physical activity. Getting up to walk around or doing a vigorous potty dance will bring you to the brink of a genuine accident sooner. That’s great because it reduces your UTI risk, causes less stiffness in your bladder muscles in the long run, and fits more easily in your busy schedule! The feeling of wetness against the skin of your perineum can trigger the reflex to pee, so if you want to find out just how bad you really are at holding it, you can soak a cotton ball with some warm water and nestle it against your taint when you start your omorashi session. Putting Stuff in Your Body If you really like having yellow pee, you might be tempted to ignore the advice to be well hydrated. A better tactic is to take extra B vitamins, which come out in your pee as a yellow color. Similarly, if you like having smelly pee, still drink lots of fluids, but eat foods that cause your pee to have a strong smell. Drinking fresh pee from a healthy person is safe. Once pee has been sitting out for a few minutes, it can begin to accumulate ammonia and bacteria, so it’s wiser not to drink it. While healthy urine is sterile, urine can communicate infection, including STDs. Before drinking someone’s pee or letting it touch your skin, be sure you trust that they are healthy. Drinking pee will not help you rehydrate, because it actually increases the concentration of electrolytes and waste products in your body. So if you are drinking pee, you should also drink other fluids. Please do not ever use medical diuretics recreationally. You can safely get plenty of diuretic effect from drinking water. Moderate amounts of caffeine, alcohol, and certain herbs such as dandelion, are also good ways to get your kidneys going. Keep in mind that anything with a diuretic effect can make you dehydrated unless you replace the fluids that are being flushed from your body. As with any other sexual activity, be smart and responsible. We are all entitled to make our own decisions about what risks to take with our own bodies, but in making those decisions we should be informed, sober-minded, and conscious of long-term consequences. If you ever feel sick, in pain, or just not-quite-right, stop and assess the situation. Communicate honestly and fully with any partners about the state of your mind and body. Be proactive about protecting your partners from health risks.
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  3. Firstly I wanted to say a huge thank you for accepting me. I am an overweight, older mum with grey hairs and never enough time to shave or get a hair cut. For those reasons, and a few more, I have struggled to feel attractive or sexy. Add in the fact that I mostly get aroused by having a full bladder and being bursting to pee or seeing someone else in that position and I felt different, ugly and weird. That was until I found this site. For quite a while, like most others, I lurked and enjoyed the stories (especially so many of @Despguy123but I was reluctant to post myself. A few months ago I picked up the courage to post and now I check on here daily and post most days. I feel accepted here and understood and even a bit sexy! I just wanted to say to anyone who is reluctant to get an account and post that this place is so supportive so don’t be shy. It’s ok to love omorashi, in fact it’s more than ok! You are not alone. There’s a place here for you wether you are young, old or in between and whatever you look like. I could not be further from the models you see holding and wetting if I tried but that doesn’t mean I am not attractive. Huge thanks to the moderators who make this site what it is.
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  4. Can you stop asking for paid content to be free? Buy them from B2B's website if you want them so badly.
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  5. Often enough people want to write a story. But they can't think of a particularly good plot. Or a good way to execute a plot. Or don't have the motivation or time to commit to the hours it takes to write and edit a "proper" story. Particularly since stories can sometimes get swept off the front page here quickly enough that they get missed by a large chunk of their potential audience. But! If you have half an hour to spare you can write a quick little story with a fun writing exercise that I sometimes use. I call it Writing-On-A-Roll but it has plenty of other names, whatever. The point is you roll a die a few times, compare the results to the handy table I'll make below, then spend exactly 30 minutes working on a story that you've been given the prompts for. There are online dice rolling simulators if you don't have a physical one handy. Just google "dice roller". Then post whatever you get done in 30 minutes. You should definitely post it. The more people who do the more people will feel comfortable sharing. It doesn't have to have great structure, or be well edited, or be long. Just whatever you manage. Maybe it'll inspire you to spend a bit more time on it and make it into a standalone story, maybe it'll get your mind and motivation working on something else, maybe it'll just be a thing you did for 30 minutes one time. It's worth reading over the table first and replacing anything you really wouldn't want to write about. The point is to write about something that isn't your usual focus/interest, but not something completely unappealing. Finally, this is the honour system. You get one set of rolls and 30 minutes, play fair. ? Character 1. You, exactly you. 2. An exhausted waitress 3. An irritated scientist 4. A tipsy actress 5. A bubbly young parent 6. A bossy reporter Setting 1. A small town during a thunderstorm 2. A space station during a rare astronomical event 3. A cruise ship in the middle of the ocean 4. A busy city street during a festival 5. A vehicle crossing the desert 6. A party with no one that you know Climax 1. "Just made it" 2. "Private accidental wetting" 3. "Semi-public accidental wetting" 4. "Very public accidental wetting" 5. "Private deliberate wetting" 6. "Public deliberate wetting"
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  6. Authors note: I know on my last story I said I wasn’t going to post much here anymore but decided to write a story anyway. So I guess I’m back? Even though it hasn’t been that long. Idk really just enjoy the story. —————————————- Anne was the most attractive girl in the school. She was gorgeous, and the way she carried herself was so confident and sexy. She had every reason too, along with being physically perfect Anne was smart, mature and one of the heads of the Model UN club. She was 18 going on 30. She was way out of league for my dorky ass. I tried to snapchat her twice and gotten left on opened both times. Guess that’s what I get for going for the hottest girl in the school. Today I managed to land myself in detention. I supposed I should’ve actually done my math homework instead of playing video games all weekend long. “Mr. Johnson is there a reason you decided to not do your homework?” I was blushing the whole time. Anne was definitely thinking about how childish and stupid I was as Mr. Sellmey gave me detention for missing homework for the tenth time in a row. Anne of course would never not do her homework. What happened at the end of the period really shocked. About three minutes before the end of the period a guy approaching Anne. (Brave son of a bitch, I will say) He decided it was a good idea to make some weird sexual remark. “God, you are such an immature little shit!” She yelled in response. “Miss Cauper there will be no swearing in my classroom!” Everyone in the class was shocked. “Detention, my classroom after school.” “I have UN club after school!” Anne was determined to get out of it. “Well perhaps you should act more like someone who belongs in the UN. My room after school.” Mr. Sellmey wasn’t backing down. The guy actually managed to get off the hook. Not sure how as what he said was probably far worse than what Anne said, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, why would I complain about an excuse to spend an hour alone with Anne? So at the end of the day I headed back to Mr. Sellmey’s classroom. I took a seat in the back of the classroom. About two minutes later Anne walked in. Man was she looking hot. She was in some tight blue jeans, black sock boots and red sweater. Even as she marched into detention she still held up her usual confident posture. She sat down in the front row like she did in every class. “David can you please come to the front.” Mr. Sellmey sternly said to me. I walked up to the front and sat next to Anne. My stomach filled with butterflies. God she is so hot. “The two of you will be here until 4:00. I expect no talking or nonsense.” Mr. Sellmey laid out the rules for us. Anne groaned and pushed back her blonde curls. It was obvious that she wasn’t used to being in detention. I pulled out my phone and started playing some crappy game. It was hard to concentrate with Anne next to me. She pulled out a book and started to read. After a few minutes she closed her book and was about to stand up but Mr. Sellmey walked out the room. She pulled out her book again and started to read. “Hi.” I decided to try to make conversation while the teacher was out. “Hello.” Anne replied in a stern voice. She was clearly not in a good mood. “What are you reading?” I couldn’t think of anything better to say. “A book.” She was really not in a mood to talk. Mr. Sellmey walked back in and sat at his desk. Anne put her book away and went up to Mr. Sellmey. I admired her ass in her jeans the whole time. “May I please go to the restroom?” Anne asked. “No, you’re a senior. You can wait until 4:00.” “I haven’t been since lunch.” Anne sounded really desperate. Lunch was almost three hours ago, and Anne always had a bottle of water in her hand. My dick hardened at the thought of her desperate. “No, you decided to act up in my class so now you pay the price. You want to be an adult? Act like it!” Mr. Sellmey was pissed. Anne walked back to her seat and pulled out her book again. The next half hour was rather dull. I put in my headphones and watched YouTube on my phone. At about 3:35, Mr. Sellmey walked out to talk to a teacher in the hallway. I kept watching YouTube until Anne said something out loud. “You okay?” I didn’t hear what she said because of the headphones but it didn’t sound good. “No, I was just talking to myself.” She didn’t take her eyes off her book. Her voice sounded like it fell apart every word. “Are you sure? You don’t sound too good?” “I said I’m fine!” She really didn’t want to talk to me. I noticed her left hand sneak down to her abdomen where her belt dug deep into her bladder. Her legs were spread widely out. “Can I help you?” She noticed me staring. “You know if you have to pee you can tell me.” It made sense why she didn’t want to talk all detention. She had to pee really bad, worse than I originally thought. My dick was bulging through my pants. “If I wanted to tell you I would’ve already told you!” She looked back her book before looking back at me. “Hey, I’m sorry about that. You haven’t done anything wrong I’m just really stressed right now.” “It’s okay.” My heart was beating fast as hell. I couldn’t believe I was actually talking to Anne Cauper. “I just don’t see how I deserve detention. That douchebag started making comments about me I had every right to curse him out.” “Well, you can’t complain about you don’t control. Besides it was your choice to curse at him.” “I guess you’re right. I just want this to be over.” “Yeah, me too.” “Damn, my back teeth are really floating.” Anne looked really stressed. “And this detention is taking forever.” “Well, maybe if we talk it’ll keep your mind off of it.” We talked for the next fifteen minutes and we got along fairly well. Finally Mr. Sellmey came back. “I want to go home, get the hell out of here.” He waved us out despite only being 3:50. Me and Anne walked out. Anne rushed down the hallway, her boots loudly clacking with every step. “Damnit! No!” She yelled out. The janitors has closed the bathroom for the day. She maintained her composure. She turned around and we started to walk to the parking lot. “Hey Anne, uh, sorry to ask this but uh, can I have a ride?” I usually took the bus but it was an hour after the buses had all left. “Yeah, you can have a ride.” We went to the parking lot and and I got in the passenger seat. She put the keys in the ignition and off we went. “Turn left up here.” I gave her instructions to my home. Anne turned right. “Uh, Anne I said left.” “Shit! My bad.” She stopped to turn the car around. “Do you want me to drive?” I could tell she was having a hard time. “No, no I’m fine. I just need to pee so bad.” I wasn’t used to hearing Anne talk like that. I only usually bearding her answering questions in class or talking about intellectual things with her friends. She must’ve really needed to go to be acting like this. “Hey David, may I use the restroom at your house?” Her face was beat red. It was so surreal, to see such a mature and adult-like person in such a childish and embarrassing state. “Of course.” I tried not to sound too excited but I probably still did anyway. “Thanks.” She gave me a huge smile. “Ah!” She sent a hand down to her crotch. “Are you sure you don’t need me to drive?” Even though we were minutes from my house I still wanted to make sure we actually made it in one piece. “No, I got this!” Anne was determined. We pulled into my driveway and she rushed up to the door. She was bent over crouched as I put the key in to unlock it. “Ah hurry hurry!” I finally got it unlocked and she rushed in, only to be greeting with the sound of my younger sister taking a shower. I completely forgot the Middle schoolers got home at this time. “Teresa when are you done?” I shouted in as Anne writhed in agony. She was completely potty dancing at this point. “I just got in!” My sister shouted out. “Oh damn, I can’t wait any longer!” “Go the woods in the backyard!” I grabbed and started to walk but she resisted. “That’s disgusting I’m not peeing in the woods!” Anne was appalled. “Would you rather piss your pants?” She nodded and followed after I said that. I lead her into my backyard when she stopped moving. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I turned and asked her. “I can’t go any further!” Anne bent down with both hands shoved in her crotch. “I-I-...” The stream started. It pooled up on the crotch of her jeans before running down the back of her legs to her ankles. Pee pooled on the ground in the grass as it dropped from her pants. It filled up her boots to the brim. Anne let out a long satisfied sigh as the weight of her bladder finally let itself free. The sigh quickly turned to anger as she turned around and stormed towards her car. “Hey Anne! Anne!” I shouted after her as she walked with her back to me. She opened the car door and prepared to get in. “Come one Anne.” She turned around and hurried her head in my shoulder and started to cry. I felt her wet legs rub against mine. “I didn’t do anything to deserve this.” I heard her say between sobs. “I know you didn’t.” I hugged her tighter. “No one other than me will know this happened okay.” I felt really bad. I took her inside and got some of my sisters clothes for her. I let her use the shower and eat a snack before walking her out to her. “This will be our little secret okay?” “Okay.” She went to get into her car but turned towards me again. “Here’s my number, call me anytime I’ll gladly pick up for you.” Anne smiled before getting in the car. Maybe detention isn’t so bad after all.
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  7. Next set featuring Teknique. She put her art first instead of going to the toilet and now she regrets that decision.
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  8. Carissa has some of the best videos on b2b imo, well worth the money. My faves are ‘seriously bursting’ and ‘what if you were waiting in line’ but the others are also great.
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  9. From the album: Phentaiee’s Panels

    I actually already finished part 2 but I’m going to post it tomorrow, for some reason
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  10. 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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  11. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    You can't always be lucky! ? I made this as per the request of @Batman007. I thought I could get it done pretty quickly. I hope the result isn't too bad! It definitely doesn't have the same level of refinement I like to put into most of my stuff.
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  12. Locked in

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    Danni wakes up from sleep and really needs to wee but shes locked in her room Have fun
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  13. I hope this isn't a repost, I certainly haven't seen it before. 480P_600K_177575951.mp4
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  14. I sit with my legs tightly crossed one another during what appears to be the longest class I’ve ever had to endure. I vibrate one of my legs against my desk to shake back any urge I have to release the waterfall I’m holding back. Drinking a gallon of water certainly sounds great until you are held hostage in a classroom. I tap my pencil on my paper and glance around the room, looking for anything to distract myself. The inspirational poster on the wall of a overflowing waterfall that says “Always push forward” is no help and neither was the girl in front of me who insists on swirling her iced coffee around and around… sloshing like an open ocean… just flowing freely.. The same way my bladder would be.. NO! I can’t think about that right now. My eyes dart out the window and I stare at a single pine tree, focusing on the individual branches, the spine of the tree, and the small animals that scurry up and down the trunk. I squeeze my legs together just a little more and take a deep breath in. I bring my focus back to the lecture and begin jotting down the notes my professor displayed on the projector. That’s when I noticed that my urges weren’t going undetected. The boy sitting across from me is staring at my shaking legs. I pretend I don’t see him, but he continues to stare. He has these big brown eyes that are just magnetic and pull my attention right at his gaze. I look right into them, and he looks right into mine. My bladder tightens up and he can tell. He smirks at me and turns away. I blush wildly and look back up at the professor. That has to be the last interaction, no one just stares at a girl who is about to burst. But out of the corner of my eye, I see him look back up at me and grab a water bottle out of his bag. He places it down on his desk and knocks it over, spilling a few drops on the carpet. I wince at the splash and look back up to him. He smiles and mouths “Oops” to me. I roll my eyes and turn away. My bladder really is getting pushed to its limits, so I slip my hand between my legs and push down. The boy, once again, looks back at me. I try really hard not to look back, but I notice that he does the same thing. He puts his hand between his thighs… I can’t shake off the curiosity he leaves me with, I have to know what he’s doing. Slowly, I look down and see he is rubbing himself and staring between my legs. I shake with anticipation to run to the restroom after class but I can tell that isn’t what he wants. He bites his lower lip and continues to stroke his member. I get hot and flustered at the sight. My cheeks turn bright red at the fact this handsome boy is touching himself to none other than me. He’s getting off on me having to pee this badly? I need to make him mine. I put my hand down by my knee to get his attention and move it up to my eyes. “Do you want to watch?” I mouth while I stroke the inside of my thigh. His jaw drops and he nods wildly. I point two fingers to my eyes and then point them back up at the board in a teasing manner and whisper “You better pay attention.” He rolls his eyes and points his whole body back at the front of the classroom. After class, he leans across the aisle onto my desk and whispers “How are you feeling right now?” “Ready to burst.. Follow me” I shove my notebook into my bag and lead him out the door and down the stairs to the building’s basement. The women’s bathroom is one of the most secluded and unknown rooms in school. It’s tucked into the far corner of the north center building. It may look like a peak into the Stanford prison experiment, but it’s my secret. I just happened to pass it while I got lost on my way to class, but every time I go down an revisit, it’s abandoned and empty, easily my go to spot for when I have a bursting bladder. I’ve had fantasies of bringing a boy down here to play with me, and I’m so very lucky to finally be given the opportunity. We finally reach my secret hideout and he looks skeptical at the women’s sign, but I explain that no one is gonna find us.We both leave our bags outside the door. I take his hand and pull him into the little room, the only light coming from the little window near the ceiling. I twirl my body so my back is against the wall, shaking with anticipation of releasing my gates. He puts his hand against my enlarged bladder and smiles, pecking my lips and pulling my waist against his. He kisses me softly, playing around with my tongue, biting down and sucking on my lips. He holds me closer and I feel my bladder throbbing against his leg. “You better hold it, little lady.” He bites his bottom lip and cups his hand between my hips and applies pressure to my bladder. I squirm back and shake against the wall, crossing my legs over his hands. “Hold it?” I gulp. No way can I hold it any longer, but he persists and pushes me farther from the toilet. I let out a small moan from the rush I feel. I tilt my head back and he kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, down between my breasts. With a breast in one hand and my pulsing bladder in the other, he sucks on my neck. I moan as he pushes his tongue between his lips. I’m in complete ecstasy as he traces my neck with his tongue, I let out moans and whimpers. He squeezes my breast with every whine I let out. He’s holding onto me and playing with my bladder. I reach down and feel his bulge through his pants, grasping his cock and stroking the length of it. His eyes roll to the back of his head and the grip he has against me loosens. I slowly get onto my knees and unzip his pants. The moment I squat down, a small release of pressure goes through my bladder, like I’m about to drip just a little, so I tighten my thighs together and look back up at him. I rub up and down through his underwear and he takes a step back against the wall underneath the window. I tug down his briefs to his ankles and drag my tongue up from his balls to the tip of his penis. He lets out a shaky moan and places his hand on the back of my head. I rock back and forth on my knees while I suck on his throbbing cock. He presses up against the wall and lets out a low moan. He lets out a gasping “fuck” and “oh shit” as I taste every part of his cock. My hips begin to convulse so I grab myself and push down against my bladder. “No cheating!” He grabs both my hands and holds them above my head in a lock. I squeeze my eyes shut and continue bobbing my head up and down. I squeeze everything in me to hold back the tension between my legs and persist pleasing him with my tongue. His cock lengthens in my mouth and I suck on it passionately. He pushes his hips back and forth down my throat, gagging me. I feel every vein against my tongue and suck on every inch, pushing it further and further down my throat. I crave his cock more than the sweet release of my bladder. Tears stream over the sides of my cheeks as pull up for seconds just to gasp for air. He pulls me up and down, allowing me only seconds to breathe before he lets me go back down again. I convulse in absolute agony, my flow strengthens and pushes even harder. I want to continue to please him, but I still have an overwhelming tension between my legs. No matter where I rock or shake, my bladder is about to blowout. There’s nothing to distract me at this point. “Please, I have to go now!” I look up to him and beg. He pulls the back of my hair and wipes my cheeks. “How close are you to wetting yourself?” “Seconds away!” I whimper and bring my hands back down, grasping at my crotch and squirming my hips around. “Then let me see your tsunami!” He takes a step back and smiles. I push myself by my legs and get against the opposite wall of him. I urgently tear my leggings off and pull down my panties. I turn around and squat with my face pressed up against the wall. Within seconds my bladder is exploding with the force of a fire hose. as It gushes down and puddles all around my feet. He rubs himself as I expose my wild flood. I hear him moaning and shaking while my Niagra Falls continues to spill out at his feet.. Minutes go by before my bladder is finally empty and I’m sighing with relief. I take a few deep breaths before I turn around and he is covered in cum. I giggle and sit down in my puddle of pee, realizing all of my clothes were soaked during the flood. “Enjoy yourself?” I say with a little smirk. He falls back against the wall and takes a deep breath. “You are amazing…” he lets out with a moan. I stand up and dry myself off with some toilet paper. I wring out my panties and leggings and head to the door. “See you soon,” I blow him a kiss and grab my bag. Time to find my way back to my dorm without being noticed.
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  15. Normally I don't have the time and privacy for rewetting, but I've done it once or twice in a thick pair of sweatpants when the opportunity presented itself.
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  16. Ooh with lines and colour and whichever style is easiest for you to draw in ?
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  17. How about a girl that's out on a walk. Sneakers on, leggings, t-shirt etc. Her bladder is bulging hugely and she is squat down with pee flooding through her leggings, with her hand still clamped firmly between her legs trying to stop the leak. She's blushing as people might walk past and see her in her awkward predicament. Love the drawings and artwork by the way! So well done ?
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  18. Next batch featuring the first PS4 exclusive skin blue team leader. She really needs to per and the sound of water flowing from the river isn't helping.
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  19. From the album: cewe cewengompol art

    Celebrating New Years, the girls all decided to have girls night out. Wearing the new clothes bought during Christmas sale they all went to the pup. Having a drinkout for them are one of the most dangerous activities and true it is, cause Bianda just made a very terrible miscalculation with her new thight jeans. "NOOOOOO. . . . . the zipper stuck. . . . .", Bianda sighed leaning in front of an empty bathroom stall Forget the zipper, those tight pants won't ever let her have a sweet relief. - - - - - Happy New Year (two weeks late) Omo. Anyway if you guys have any suggestion or "situation" you had in mind feel free to say!
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  20. I have to say, I am in a very similar situation. I am well into my 30s now, but I have been here for years. I first discovered that the thought of women peeing turned me on, after a couple of incidents I witnessed, when I was in school, and thought I was weird. As I grew into my teenage years it was female desperation that really turned me on. Any time I encountered a queue for the toilet, I was fantasising like crazy. I genuinely thought I was a freak, and I was the only person in the world who could be turned on by something so disgusting. As the internet became more widespread throughout the 90s, I discovered a few niche "Piss porn" sites, and came to terms with the fact I wasn't alone, but it was still a dirty secret. I joined this site many many years ago, and, like most, I was a silent member. Slowly I started to contribute and realised there are literally thousands of people with the same fantasies, and this is such a perfect place to live those out. In my real life, I too am overweight, unattractive, single, and have very little luck with the ladies. I would never dream of divulging my fantasies, for fear of "real world" reactions. On here though, I can explore it all with likeminded people. Like you, I feel accepted, and have had great feedback on stories and experiences I have posted. I have also had a number of private conversations with members, and I enjoy greatly learning about what others are aroused by, exchanging experiences, and generally sharing the love. Its an amazing community, and long may it continue.
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  21. I think it’s disgusting you left your mess to be cleaned by someone else. You shouldn’t be forcing your fetish on other people. If you wanna wet yourself in public do it somewhere it leaves no mess (e.g. In a park on the grass) and not ruin someone else’s property. What if you came to the cinema and have to sit in a pee soaked seat? I think 99% of the population wouldn’t be happy with it. So don’t make them! Keep your mess off of other people’s property!
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  22. Version 1.0.0

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    Becky gets home and proceeds to wet her jeans. I didn't see Becky on the blacklist, so I assume her content is considered fair game to upload here. Feel free to delete this if I've somehow missed something.
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  23. Sona woke up to the wonderful view of the Arabian Sea. The huge waves reminded her of the massive pressure that was brewing in her bladder. She had conveniently chosen to hold it till the morning. She sneakily felt her tightly concealed crotch while still under her blanket and found it wet. Her eyes grew wide in horror and her hands immediately went down to the bed to check the damage. Fortunately there was none. Perhaps she had put off her bathroom break far too long. Without wasting further time Sona rushed to the bathroom. After a massive pee which nearly made her climax, and a nice hot bathe she came out. It was Friday morning and her flight to Leh was scheduled in an hour or so. She had to reach Ladakh to spend the weekend with a fleet of soldiers on the eve of a national festival. She checked her emails and her Twitter as she nonchalantly ate her heavy breakfast with a few cans of cranberry juice. Her manager had already sent in her clothes which were too baggy for Sona's liking. Obviously Sona ditched all of them for some tiny undies and form fitting jeans. Those were actually so tight that they could numb her ass in a minute or two. She had to forcefully button it up as they were smaller than her waist size. A million likes on Instagram was more valuable than being comfortable. The push-up bra she chose was stretched to its limit but that extra bouncy effect on her huge silicone globes could make anyone drool. And it would be a waste if nobody could see her endless cleavage. A button down shirt helped her with that. Her manager had warned to wear some sport-shoes to be comfortable on the terrains of Ladakh but Sona turned deaf ears to it. Knee high boots with 6 inchers followed and only then she was ready. To kill her time till her chauffeur arrived she downed another glass of chilled watermelon juice. It had just been 2 hours since she woke up and she had already consumed nearly a liter of liquid. When she stood up from the couch to walk towards the door she felt her first twinge in bladder. Her flight was scheduled in two hours so she chose to wait and use the loos on the jet that she had hired. Little did she know what fate had in store for her. The moment she sat inside the car the waistband of her jeans sharply dug into her clinched belly . A half hour haul turned into an hour long snail due to a road accident. Sona frowned at it because it was getting too hot inside the car and her clothes started pinching her body. To beat the heat she chugged some water. An hour later a bottle of water was gone and the pangs in her bladder had become stronger. 5 hours since her last relief and 1.5 liters of intake later any girl would feel the brunt. Sona was no different. She didn't realize the impact of all the liquid till she had to get off from the car. That's when she felt gravity strongly pull her bladder. She clenched her muscles and relaxed it immediately to see how bad it was. She could not feel any liquid movements inside her urethra which meant she could delay her relief if need be. Though her bladder had occupied a considerable part of her attention. Since she was late to the airport, she rushed to her chartered jet through the VIP channel. Through the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of the ladies room but she didn't want people to know that she too needed to pee at times. Once Sona got into the jet it took off. She had insisted to fly without her manager alone to experience the thrill of not being pampered all the time. An hour into the flight Sona was starting to get uncomfortable. Despite her growing needs she was suppressing it and making videos for her Instagram account , mindlessly chugging beer and making small talks with the stewardess. 3 hours into the flight and a few too many beers later her body was incessantly sending distress signals to her brains. Sona hated going to the toilet when she was engrossed into something. Sona just crossed her legs tightly and finished her Punjabi lunch. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her throat was on fire - such was the ferocity of the spice. She chugged more water to cool herself down. 4 hours into the flight she pressed onto her bladder to gauge the seriousness. Her angry bladder protested by shooting a sharp wave through her urethra. Volume in her bladder was steadily rising and it was finally time to act. She unbuckled her seat-belt and went to the back of the airplane. Her jaws fell to the ground when she realized that there were no toilets on board. Suddenly the pressure in her bladder doubled up. She immediately crossed her legs to accommodate the pressure. 9 hours into the day and there was already 3 liters of liquid pumped into her system. She was still far from being frantic or hair-pulling desperation but in a few hours she would be in a terrible state. She cursed herself for mindless drinking and her choice of clothes. She called in the stewardess why the jet didn't have any loos. The stewardess told Sona that to cut costs the operators buy planes without loos for short hauls. "This is not a short haul. Its a 6 hour long flight! How do you girls manage?" Sona asked with a hint of irritation in her voice. "Ma'am, we complained too to our bosses regarding our daily struggles but they merely increased our salaries to shut our mouths." "Sooo, you choose to suffer daily?" The stewardess smiled nervously and shifted her legs slowly. "Daily 16-20 hours without a single pee." "What if it gets reeeealllyyyy urgent?" Sona shifted her position. "We still have to hold it. We leak at times but we somehow manage to hold it. We are even put on flights longer than this without a chance to use the loos" "I feel sorry for you girls. . . " Sona responded with gritted teeth. "Ma'am do you have to go too?" "No. . I. . was just inquiring. . I am fine" Sona tried to smile and uncross her legs. "I thought so. No girl would chug so much beer on a bathroom-less flight. . In fact I was having a bet with my colleague inside who herself is pretty desperate, that you will be in dire need to pee by the end of this flight" The stewardess blabbered brazenly. Sona was shocked. She was being watched all the time and now that she was a subject of bet she would have to maintain her composure even more now. "I will make sure you don't lose today." Sona tried to be polite. "Its not such a long flight per se" 6 Hours into the flight and Sona was losing her patience. Her pussy quivered with pressure and her bladder was at unprecedented levels of pressure. She fidgeted within her seat trying to keep it as subtle as possible. "Would you like to have some tea Ma'am?" This time the other stewardess came to attend. Sona knew every well what was on the girl's mind. She was in a fix now. The girl caught Sona's dilemma and said "Ma'am, you look distressed. Anything I can help you with?" "Yes, how long before we land?" Sona asked while picking up the tea. "An hour or two." We have been detoured to Srinagar due to rough weather. Saying this the attendant disappeared behind the curtains. Sona was frantic now and this detour was going to delay her relief further. Her heart raced in anticipation. Poor Sona HAD TO PEE NOW! But she was helpless and alone. Had she been a little more she could have avoided being so fucking desperate. The pilot put on the seat belt sign which added to her troubles. It cut right over the apex of her bladder. She winced but didn't utter a word for the fear of being caught. Her hands tightly clasped her thighs. Rocking back and forth she stared out of the window but nothing was taking her mind off her revolting bladder. Every altitude drop , every turbulence ate away her precious muscle strength. She curled her toes and concentrated all her efforts to keep the flood in. The dull ache in her bladder had worsened considerably since the last three hours or so. When it was finally time to land Sona became alert. Having been seated for the entire afternoon dressed in an unforgiving tight jeans , she was afraid to stand. When she did stand, a sharp wave of pee hit her like a truck. Despite that she dared to press onto her already tortured bladder to feel the intensity. Her bladder angrily reacted to it by sending another huge wave through her urethra. Her hands flew down to the sides of her thighs. Even in her utterly desperate state she did not want to lose her credibility of being able to wait. The landing and the taxing was making Sona pull her hair in despair. She wanted to scream and just dash for the nearest toilet. When finally out of the aircraft, she waddled to the VIP lounge looking for the restrooms when her manager called. "Sona, we heard that your flight was rerouted to Srinagar. I have arranged for a cab which is right outside the airport. Grab it now. You have to reach there before dawn anyhow." "Noted." That was the only thing Sona could muster to say . She had to relieve herself - NOW! She was at a 9/10 and running on last reserves of her willpower. Her eyes fell on the sign of the ladies room but there was a huge line of women waiting to go in. She could not stand without subtly bobbing her legs up and down. Several passengers clicked her photos and even asked for selfies. She gladly obliged to a few of them but then more people started to come to her. At the same time her kidneys were relentlessly pumping more and more pee into her tortured bladder. She was pee dancing now and she yearned to put some pressure on her labia to keep the flood at bay. Fortunately the rough seams of her so tight jeans and her tight rubber undies vigorously rubbed against her pussy to give her some temporary relief. It had been 17 long hours since her last relief in the morning and nearly 4 liters of intake. Sona was not used to such tremendous load. Her body was betraying her but she had to act quickly. She rushed out of the airport to see a young lady holding a board with her name on it. Sona rushed to the lady who then escorted Sona into the SUV. Sona hurriedly asked the lady. "Is there any bathrooms around. I have to piss like a racehorse." "No Ma'am, outside airport there are none!" The lady politely replied. "Please understand. I have not gone since early morning and had too much to drink. I will lose it in your car." The lady was now horrified. She called Sona's manager to explain the situation. "Sona" her manager answered the call "Baby! We cannot stop anywhere in the road . You have to cover 500km over night and the roads are far too dangerous." "I I know. .But please. . I can't hold it yaaar! My teeth is afloat with pee" Sona tightly gripped her pussy in sheer desperation. "No Sona! You will hold it till you reach there in the morning! No matter how long it takes or how bad it gets! Your driver has packed some food for your already . So cork yourself up. " "P-please try to . . " "Sona do you really want people to put up your public peeing videos on the Insta ?" "My bladder w-will explode till the morning. "Sona pleaded with tears in her voice. "So be it. . ." Her manager hung up on her. Without much ado the lady driver locked the doors and started off with Sona still massively desperate and unrelieved. . . To be continued. . .
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  24. Since Nobody's thread has been dead for nearly a year, I decided to open a new one.
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  25. I've been experiencing writer's block with this, and feeling more shy about posting my fantasies, but I'll try this again, if only for people who want to see the types of wettings involved. Contains male and female wetting. I don't usually do male but I thought I'd do a bit for the male omo lovers looking for more male content. Feeling pretty nervous about posting this, and I hope it's good enough for anyone into male or female wetting. Also this will be fiction, not fan fiction, so none of the Equestria Girls that no one's interested in. Wetting After A Wedding Hector and Amber had just finished their wedding party, and were on their way to a cabin they had rented for their honeymoon, which was a few minutes outside a city just over an hour away from where they lived. Hector was a handsome man with dark hair. He wore a black tuxedo he'd gotten for the wedding, and gray boxer briefs underneath. He was driving the car, which had a "Just Married" sign on the back for the occasion. Amber was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She wore a white wedding dress that wasn't very puffy, and pink panties underneath. They had drank a lot of punch at the wedding, and they had been so excited to get to their cabin that they had forgotten to use the bathroom before they left. They were feeling an urge to pee, and knew there was no gas station between their home city and the cabin. Fortunately, they had gotten the key to the cabin before the wedding, so as soon as they reached the cabin they could go in and use the bathroom. Hector had even offered to let Amber use the bathroom first and then pee outside, since no one would be around to witness it. However, when they were approximately fifteen minutes away from the cabin, they hit a traffic jam that was lined as far as the eye could see. They had no idea what was happening, but they hoped it wouldn't last long. They were feeling their need to pee increase drastically so they couldn't sit still anymore. "I really need to go!" said Amber, fidgeting in her seat and trying her hardest to hold it in. "Me too," said Hector, holding himself. He had his car in Park so he didn't have to keep his foot on the brake. A few minutes went by, and the traffic didn't budge an inch. "Let's go find a bush we can go behind," said Hector. Amber didn't like the idea of peeing outside, but it was preferable to wetting herself. They were just about to open the doors when there was a flash of lightning, and it started to rain hard. "Damn it," said Hector. "We can't go outside in this thunder." "If only it was just rain," said Amber, blushing lightly as she was sure Hector knew what she was implying she'd do if it was. "If only," said Hector, who was also thinking the same thing. They saw a dark-haired girl in a green tank top and short, skintight black shorts step outside into the rain. She had a relieved expression on her face for about ten seconds, and then at the next flash of lightning, she ran back into her car, soaking wet. "What a daredevil," said Hector. "Good thing she didn't get struck by lightning." Amber groaned. The rain was making it harder to hold it. She fidgeted harder, trying to avoid soiling her wedding dress. "Don't worry," said Hector. "It couldn't possibly last much longer. If there was an accident up ahead, they'll clear it out in no time." "They'd better, or there'll be an accident in here soon," said Amber. "Two accidents," Hector corrected her. An hour went by. The cars didn't move, and the thunderstorm didn't let up. Hector and Amber became more desperate, and by now a lot of other people in over half the cars were desperate as well. Between the rain and having to hold it for an extended period of time, a redhead with a ponytail couldn't hold it anymore and peed in her jean shorts. About ten minutes later, a man with shoulder length blonde hair wet his black sweatpants. More people in the cars began to wet themselves as the minutes go by, and those that stayed dry became more desperate. "I don't know if I can hold it," said Amber, squirming harder in her seat. "Neither am I, but they have to get moving soon," said Hector, who had stopped grabbing his cock and was now crossing his legs, hoping this would help him hold it longer. Another hour went by, and Hector and Amber grew more desperate than they had ever been in their lives. They nearly lost it at the next crash of thunder. Many people in the other cars weren't as lucky. An athletic couple in a sports car lost control and wet themselves. The man was blonde and slightly muscular, wearing a white tank top and a pair of red shorts, and the woman had long brown hair, wearing a skintight gray romper that showed wetness easily. They blushed, but noticed each other peeing at the same time, and laughed it off. Hector and Amber were squirming hard now. Hector was now holding himself again and Amber was crossing her legs. She whimpered as she leaked a little into her panties. "Are you all right?" said Hector. "I just leaked a little," Amber said. "Come on, this can't go on much-" There was another crash of lightning. Hector leaked a bit, dampening his underwear, and Amber leaked for three seconds. "I really don't think I can hold it..." Amber whimpered. "I think I'm gonna have an accident in my dress..." "Same here," said Hector. He felt another leak for three seconds, but managed to hold the rest of it back. Slowly, more people in the other cars began to wet themselves. A bald businessman peed in his suit. An attractive Asian woman peed her skintight black pants. A thin man with dark blonde hair pissed his jeans. A blonde woman with a ponytail wet her light blue miniskirt and black panties. Amber stopped fidgeting and crossed her legs with her eyes closed tight, feeling another five-second leak soak her underwear further. "I'm not gonna make it..." Hector wasn't doing much better, holding himself as hard as he could, but leaking for four seconds despite this, dampening his pants. "Neither am I..." "Oh no... it's coming out..." Amber was leaking again, but this leak wouldn't stop. Instead it became a powerful stream that soaked her panties. The crotch of her dress turned from white to yellow, and she could feel her butt become soaked, as well as the seat under her. Amber was blushing beet red. Hector could hear the sound of Amber peeing herself. Maybe he'd also reached his limit, maybe hearing Amber's accident pushed him to it, or maybe he subconsciously wanted to make her feel better. Whatever the reason, his bladder gave out and he started to pee in his tuxedo pants, soaking his crotch and butt, and the driver's seat of his car. His pants glistened with the wetness from his stream. "I'm peeing too," he said. They were both red in the face with embarrassment from having an accident in front of each other, but the fact that they were wetting together did make them a little less uncomfortable about it. Amber let out a sigh of dismay at her potty failure, with a bit of relief at letting go. She couldn't believe she was peeing in her wedding dress. "It's all right, Amber," said Hector. "You were planning to trash that dress in the mud anyway." They both knew there was a mud pit just outside the cabin. Amber giggled a little. "But what about the seat of your car?" "Seats. And I know a cleaner that can get pee stains out." "I hope that tuxedo wasn't too expensive." "I usually dress more casual, plus I have a different suit for occasions. I guess I can trash this tuxedo in the mud with you." She punched his arm lightly. "We could have a mud fight." "That will be fun." They finished peeing. Their crotches, butts, and seats were soaked, and the car was full of the smell of urine, but they didn't mind anymore. If anything the double wetting made them closer, and they'd probably even joke about it to each other in the future. They had to sit in their wet state for another hour before the traffic finally got moving. The storm stopped before they got to their cabin. Because of the rain, the mud pit was very wet. They played around in the mud for about half an hour, and then took a bubble bath together, still in their heavily soiled tuxedo and wedding dress, scrubbing each other. Then they changed into dry, clean, casual outfits and enjoyed their honeymoon. Their tuxedo and dress had been damaged beyond repair from the pee and the mud, but they kept them until the end of their honeymoon whenever they felt like playing in the mud. Sometimes they'd even not use the bathroom before playtime and pee in them again. ... In the nearby city, Cynthia sat at a table, drinking a big cup of tea. She was a beautiful dark-haired woman with eyeliner and lipstick, and wore a purple sleeveless dress that went down to her knees (with purple panties underneath), and wore a few rings on her fingers. She looked like a queen. She hoped that her plan had worked; that the traffic jam had caused a lot of pee accidents. She loved to force people to wet themselves, as did the three people she'd hired to help with her plans, whom she had instructed to block all three lanes of the road 15 minutes outside of the city to start a traffic jam. The forecast for a big thunderstorm had at least been accurate, which was why she'd chosen today, knowing almost no one would dare go outside of their car to pee in a thunderstorm. Once she finished her tea, she was craving some Sprite, so she walked to the fridge, picked up a 1-liter bottle, and drank it. She had just set the bottle down, when her subordinates entered. Rex was a man with dark hair and a beard, and wore a gray suit. Andrew was a man with brown hair, and wore a leather jacket and jeans. Wendy was a woman with long brown hair, and wore a red T-shirt and jeans. They did not look pleased, and their pants were wet at the crotch and butt. "Did it work?" said Cynthia. "We're pretty sure it did," said Rex irritably. "It worked so well that WE all wet ourselves too!" "Why didn't you take this into account?" said Wendy. "It crossed my mind," Cynthia replied nonchalantly. "But surely you're up for it if it means making others wet themselves. That's what you're all about, isn't it?" "Making OTHERS wet themselves, not us!" said Andrew. "I don't really like being on the receiving end of it." "Neither do I," sand Rex. "We quit! We'll never make anyone have an accident again!" "Well, just one more," said Wendy. Without warning, Rex and Andrew ran at Cynthia and grabbed her arms. Wendy tied her hands behind her back, then Rex and Andrew held her feet together while Wendy tied them as well. "What are you doing?" said Cynthia. "Letting you know how it feels," said Rex. "This isn't funny!" Cynthia squirmed. "I have to go to the bathroom!" The tea she drank had already gone through her. "We'll untie you once you've wet yourself twice," said Wendy. "And we'll stay in our wet pants until then to remind you." Cynthia groaned and tried uselessly to hold it.
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  26. Tonight, I had an important final essay due at 11:59pm for one of my courses. I didn't necessarily procrastinate on my paper, but I wasn't satisfied with the outcome of my first one and I decided to change my topic last minute-- which caused me to restart my paper entirely, minimum 10 pages, all by tonight. I did not get off work til 5pm and I was extremely tired so I did drink some energy drinks to make sure I could be alert to finish this paper with about 6 hours to spare. The last time I used the bathroom was before I left in the morning, so around 8:30am. I don't usually use the bathroom when I am at work because the urge is never really there, I still drink normally and everything. My bladder will pretend it is made of steel until I get home. I only had a slight urge when I got home and it was nothing too bothersome so I got comfy in bed and got straight to work on study guide, eating snacks and drinking water + my energy drinks to stay alert. It wasn't until I reached my 7th page until all the liquids I was consuming seemed to hit me like a truck and shortly after I began to get very desperate, but I was also determined to finish my paper. I was getting so close to the end and I was able to flow and come up with ideas easily, and I was afraid if I stopped to use the bathroom I would lose my train of thought. So I held on. I was basically typing with one hand and this point, the other hand stuffed deeply between my thighs. I checked the clock and it was 11:02 and I have never been happier. At this point I was just brushing up on my works cited page and preparing to submit my file to my professor, and I knew I completed it right in time before the timer went out. As soon as I got the notification that my file was successfully submitted, I immediately got up and released my bladder right next to my bed and into my pants and socks. I was so happy to be getting relief and I am also pretty confident about my paper, I tend to do my best work under pressure! I'm going to go straight to sleep after I make this post, lol. Since I didn't really plan this, there's no video but I took some pics before I went to get cleaned up so I will share them with you guys.
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  27. Family Bladder

    Sarah, Kelsey, and Olivia walked down the sidewalk away from the concert that they had just attended. They weren’t satisfied with that they had payed for. The lines were too long everywhere. Long lines to get in, long lines to buy drinks so they didn’t bother, and long lines for the bathroom, which they also decided not to bother with. Olivia, 19 years old, is Kelsey’s sister, who is 18 years old. Sarah is there mother, 40 years old. “Is it me or could that entire thing have been better?” asked Kelsey. “I know, and I didn’t get a chance to pee becuase of those freaking lines.” Olivia slightly shifted and put her hand to the crotch of her jeans as she said this. ”Yeah, they could have planned it better. And all the taxis and Uber’s got used up as soon as it was over.” As she said this Sarah crossed her legs for a second to hold in her growing urge to pee. “If we can’t find one it’s going to be a 45 minute walk.” Sarah was an attractive medium height woman with straight black hair and paleish skin. She had large thighs, a small hip, and a large well porportioned butt. She’s wearing white cotton panties under her floral sundress. kelsey was annoyed to hear this. “This is all their fault.” She slightly crouched down and put both hands on the crotch of her black yoga pants leggings. Kelsey had curly black hair that went just past her shoulders, was a little under medium height, and inherited her mother’s waist figure. “I can’t hold it for that long”. ”Well you’re going to have to. No place is open this late that you can stop in”. Olivia was getting annoyed at her sister, she knew where Kelsey was going with her words. Olivia had light brunette hair, was the smallest of the three, but still had the family waistline. Kelsey replied “No it’s too long of a wait”. Sarah, also knowing what Kelsey had in mind, said back to her “You’ll be fine, we’re all grown ups”. ”But I really have to go” Kelsey replied as she put on a sad face and started doing a full scale potty dance. She was a few paces a head of the other two and was looking to see who was around. Nobody was paying attention to them. “Yeah just forget it, I can’t hold it”. She then faced towards anybody who may look with her back towards her family, and started to pee her pants. The back of her yoga pants became soaked with the front only slightly damp at the crotch. A puddle piled around her. ”For fucks sake” remarked Olivia ”I can’t believe my adult daughter still wets her pants” said Sarah, exasperated. Olivia was ticked off. Kelsey has always done stuff like this. The minute she tells you she has to pee, she’ll decide to pee herself if she has to wait. Whether a teacher ask her to wait five minutes or a gas station on the road is far away, she won’t even try to wait. And she always got away with it with nothing worse than a mild scolding. The one time Olivia tried it she got yelled at and berated for not acting mature. ”Well that’s better.” Kelsey said with a look of relief on her face and continued walking. Meanwhile, Olivia continued her struggled walk, determined to pee in a toilet. However, Sarah had to pee more than she was letting on to her daughters. Seeing Keylsey wet herself only made it worse, and she lost a drop of pee into her panties. However, while she had to pee the most, she also had the strongest bladder and was fairly confident she could hold the rest until she got to a bathroom. Olivia wasn’t looking so good though. She kept having to stop and cross her legs, she was slowing down and there was still a half hour to go. Kelsey saw this and playfully took out a water bottle from her bag, shook it, and sipped it in front of her. Olivia felt a drop of pee touch her red panties. “Stop! I’m going to pee myself!” Olivia yelled. It wouldn’t be the first time, but she didn’t pee herself nearly as often as Keylsey did, and she really didn’t want to become known as pee pants girl. Seeing this made Sarah dribble a few more drops into her panties. She didn’t react though, she didn’t want her daughters to think peeing yourself was normal. Hopefully she could keep pretending to be fine and make it to the bathroom otherwise. With 20 minutes to go Olivia stopped, started breathing heavily, and let go a huge sigh as a big steam of pee went into her pants. A six inch line was visible on her front, and the bulge of her butt was mostly soaked. “I...I can still...make...it” she said shakily. But at that she lost it all and pee flowed down both legs, front and back, soaking her jeans. “You guys, you gotta try better at holding it” Sarah told them. Little did they know that the scene made Sarah spurt a small stream into her underwear. Olivia’s fave was bright red, she didn’t want to say anything more. They continued walking back to their apartment. Sarah was getting in worse shape by the minute though. Even worse was Keylsey kept berating the defenseless Olivia. “Enough Kelsey. You peed your pants on purpose. Olivia had an accident.” Sarah did not want to deal with this. She was resorting to crossing her legs now and then. She had the strongest bladder, but that didn’t mean much compared to her kids. 5 minutes away from the apartment, some fire works started going off in the sky. All three looked up as they walked. At three minutes to go, Sarah was sweating at how much she had to go. With her kids not paying attention to her, she crossed her legs and potty danced. She was at the breaking point. 1 minute away from the apartment, with the building in sight, Sarah knew she wasn’t going to make it. She was thinking of how to explain it to Kelsey and Olivia, but then the grand Finale of the fireworks went off. Just then Sarah started peeing. She thought fast, and nothing her kids looking intently at the fire works, croutched down behind a corner, hiked up her dress, and peed forcefully through her panties. She peed for 25 seconds. She wasted no time getting up and inspecting the damage. Luckily, her dress was dry except for a small dime sized wet spot on her butt. She rejoined her kids who didn’t even know she left, and made their way into their apartment. ”Give me your wet clothes, I’ll wash them” Sarah said. Kelsey gave over her black yoga pants and polka dot panties, and Olivia gave her Jeans and red panties. Before putting them in the wash Sarah went to her bathroom. She lifted up her floral dress and inspected her panties. They had practically turned from white to yellow all over. She slid them off and put all their clothes in the wash. Little did she know that Kelsey noticed her mom clutching an extra pair of panties and that she had changed her dress.
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  28. There is a list of people I’d like to thank before we get to the story. I’d like to thank @Bulge_Lover for being my editor and inspiring me to write medieval themed stories. Had it not been for him, I would have never taken to writing about medieval stuff. He has always been there for me and motivated me whenever I needed it. Thank you so much my friend! Your advice has always proved to be helpful. Thank you so much for everything. It wouldn’t have been possible without you! I’d like thank @KozmoFox for reviewing my work when it was still at a nascent stage. Thank you so much! You are an inspiration and your guidance was really helpful! I got to learn so much from you. Thank you! It wouldn’t have been possible without you! Thank you @OmoCommando for editing the first part of this story for me. You were truly kind and helpful and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me with my work. I’d like to thank @holditin for always inspiring me with his works and giving me the strength to believe that I can write whatever I love to write. Thank you so much buddy! You truly are an inspiration! And in the end, I’d like to thank @full-bladder12 for always motivating me and pushing me to keep writing omorashi! Thank you so much for supporting my work! I owe you big time! Thank you! Coming to the story, it is the sequel to my previous work, A Song of Swords, which I’m sure some of you might have read. It has a medieval setup which means it highly underlines the medieval practice of violence, though I promise you it was all necessary for the story. The story is built upon the base of the great fantasy works famous throughout the world, which will be evident once you begin the journey. These great works of literature have always inspired me and I’ve always wanted my work to be a reflection of them. I hope I’ve done justice to the great writers who have written these stories and to my readers as well. ---------------------------------- The Rains Of War CHAPTER- I THE CITY OF THE GODS The loud cry of warhorns, the screech and thud of catapults tossing stones, the crashes and splinters, the crackle of burning pitch, the fling of scorpions releasing their iron headed shafts, the ceaseless clangour of bells... and with it all, the cries of dying men. The sounds of battle pervaded the halls of the King’s Fort, where in a bunker the trestle tables were filled with the highborn ladies of the city, along with a handful of old men and young boys. The Queen had promised they all would be safe here. She sat on the high dais with her son, Prince Iwan. Her gown had a shade of green, like the colour of the sea after a storm. Her hair was tied in a bun and around her slender neck hung a rope of diamonds and emeralds. She signalled for her mug of beer to be refilled while the others quietly went at their broth. They had been here since morning, since the first report of the advancing enemy had reached the castle, praying to the mother as their husbands, sons, fathers, brothers and nephews prepared for battle. Though silence prevailed in the room, the air was heavy with fear, Queen Charlotte could sense it. If they were to lose this war, the Daltons would not spare even a single one of them. They had been raiding her father’s lands ever since she had managed to slip out of their clutches almost a year ago. Towns were brutally sacked, the buildings burned, the bodies of men, women and children butchered in the streets and left as fodder for rats and carrion crows. The long struggle had left the Torrington forces tired, beaten and broken trying to defend their lands from the enemy’s incessant onslaught. For long now, the Queen had worried about what would happen if Lord Reynard decided to march for Godswick. There was nothing to stop him from taking the city and the throne, and now all her fears were coming true. The attack she had dreaded for so long was at last at hand. The news of the approaching Dalton army had incited terror in the city streets. Thousands of smallfolk had streamed out the city gates in these past few days, carrying their children and their worldly possessions on their backs to seek safety in the country side, while others dug pits and tunnels under their hovels, dark clammy holes where they hoped to hide whilst the city burned. Riots had broken out all over the city as mobs surged through the streets, looting as they went. Hundreds died in stampedes, women were raped, and young ones had been plucked from their mothers’ breasts. The city guard lost over a hundred of their men trying to control the crowd. The Queen had ordered the city gates to be closed and barred days ago, sending watchmen to the walls and dispatching pigeons to Longford, carrying a message for her brother Walter, pleading him to come to her aid at once. As well, she had commanded pigeons to be sent to all the lords loyal to the crown, summoning them to the defence of their Queen, but most of them were afraid to stand against the Daltons and those who weren’t had already been put to sword. The city stood defenceless, like a lamb before a pack of wolves and the fate of the crown now rested in the hands of the almighty. The broth was followed by a salad of diced red-skinned apples, celery, grapes, chopped walnuts and yogurt. However scared, the guests ate whatever was served to them, though not the Queen, her plate was left untouched. After the salad came roast fowl, served along with frumenty and cabbage pottage, trailed by mutton roasted with leeks and carrots, served in trenchers of hollowed bread along with chicken covered with yolks and sprinkled with spices. The war raged outside the city walls till late at night. Thousands lost their lives, some only their arms or legs. The city was an image of blood, mud, fire and smoke. Arrows, rocks, screams and curses flew freely in the air. The guardians of the city fought bravely till the wee hours of morning but when the tide of the battle started turning in favour of the Daltons, their courage deserted them. Many threw down their weapons and ran, many yielded, but the most devastating blow to the city came when the captains commanding the twelve gates were murdered by their own men. A bit of coin had weakened the loyalty of those who were thought to be the city’s protectors. The city gates were opened to the Dalton army. For all the vaunted strength of its walls, Godswick fell in less than a day. A bloody fight waged at one of the gates where a few knights and men-at-arms still loyal to the crown tried to fight the enemies and hold against attacks both from inside the city and out, but their courage was for vain as Lord Reynard’s army poured in through the other gates unmolested. The realization that they were vastly outnumbered took the heart out of the Queen’s men. When they saw that resistance was futile, the members of the royal council surrendered the keys to the castle, bowing their heads in defeat, and ordered the knights and men-at-arms to lay down their swords. Though he had conquered the city, Lord Reynard’s triumph was far from complete. The Dalton soldiers stormed the castle and killed everyone they could find. But when they broke down the doors of the bunker they only found a flock of frightened women. The Queen had fled with her son, along with the knights Barnabus Ricaud, Mark Ambrose, and Robyn Hawksworth of the Queensguard. Not even the members of the council seemed to know where they had gone, and none had seen them pass through the city gates. CHAPTER- II WELCOME Rain lashed at Charlotte's face as she spurred her horse across the swollen stream. Beside her, Sir Mark gave the reins a tug and his mount neighed in response. A cold wind made the trees dance and sent the wet leaves flapping around them. She looked back at Iwan and hoped he could keep up. Though the Prince was now all of eleven, he still was not a good rider even in fair weather, and a whole day of rain had left the ground muddy with hidden rocks. The wind brought the water right into Charlotte’s eyes. Her wet clothes clung to her sodden and itching, her butt sore after the long ride. The sound of steady wash of rain against leaves filled her ears. It was mid-afternoon, yet the forest seemed as dark as dusk. All the beer and water she had drunk since yesterday sloshed inside her cavernous bladder, yet she rode on without a thought of it. Even now she felt no more than a slight urge for relief. The cold air made her shivery and her fingers felt stiff, she longed for a fire and a little tea to warm her. They wove a path between rocks and puddles, past great oaks, grey-green sentinels, and black-barked ironwoods. In places the branches wove a canopy overhead and she found a moment's respite from the drumming of the rain against her head. From a distance, she could see the massive walls and stout towers of Tilsworth. Green banners flew from its battlements, displaying the graceful golden deer of its lord. Lord Gilbert Furnival had been a loyal support to her father and had followed him into many wars without doubts or questions. She knew he would protect her and her son. When they got close enough a knight rode out to meet them. His armour was grey, but his cloak was the rippling green and black of Tilsworth. “Who goes there? State your purpose.” “Sir Mark Ambrose, with Her Highness Queen Charlotte and Prince Iwan,” the Queensguard answered. The knight lifted his visor. “I thought the lady looked familiar. It is a pleasure to have you both here, my Queen and my Prince,” he bowed. “May we enter the castle?” Sir Barnabus asked. The knight nodded in agreement. “In the name of Robert Furnival, Lord of Tilsworth, I bid you enter freely, and charge you to keep his peace.” “Robert?” Charlotte’s voice sounded her confusion, “I’m here to meet Lord Gilbert, his father.” “Forgive my man’s folly, my Queen,” she heard Robert call as he approached, guarded by half a dozen men-at-arms of his own. “My Lord father awaits you inside the castle.” He smiled and bowed. “My apologies he couldn’t be here to greet you, his health keeps him confined to his chambers.” Her mind found itself restless, her body a victim of fatigue. All she wanted to do now was take a long piss and go to sleep. Dulled by exhaustion, she nodded at Sir Mark. Stable boys took their horses from there and they walked inside afoot. “This way, if it please you, my Queen,” the Lord showed them the way, “You honour us greatly by being our guest, Your Highness.” But before she could respond to Lord Robert’s greetings, they came across something in the courtyard they would have never imagined … though Lord Gilbert’s charred corpse was burned beyond all recognition, hanging from the gallows; only by the jade ring he used to wear on his left thumb did Charlotte know him. The blood drained from the Queen’s cheeks, but young Prince Iwan was the first to realize what it meant. “Mother, run!” he shouted, but it was too late. Lord Robert’s men, over forty strong, fell upon the three Queensguard. An axe took Sir Robyn Hawksworth’s head before his sword could come out of its scabbard, and Sir Barnabus was stabbed through the back with a spear. Men closed from both sides. Sir Mark Ambrose reached back over his shoulder, ripped his sword from its sheath, and buried the blade in the head of the first man to come at him. Bronze was no match for steel. The blow sheared right through the guard’s helm and deep into his skull, Sir Mark kicked on his shoulder to free his sword, which came out blanketed with blood. Steel rang on steel as he danced with his sword and corpses fell to his feet, one after the other before a spear pierced through the back of his neck. Blood sprouted from his mouth as he choked with the fall and with him died the last of the Queen’s defenders. “Sir Mark Ambrose.... the greatest swordsman to ever walk....,” Robert smiled as he looked at the dead bodies lying all around him. Charlotte pulled her son to her chest,“Why?!” she yelled, tears welling from her eyes, the terror of her life stopping the words in her throat. For a moment she had thought she was safe. “Sometimes the old must go, to make place for the new. King Reynard is the new lord of the twelve kingdoms and anyone who denies his claim will die, just like my old Lord father did,” Robert stated. He signalled his guards with his head and they pulled Iwan away from her. “Mother!” he shouted. “No!” she screamed, trying to fight the men but to no gain. Her son was gone, she could not see him anymore. Where had they taken him? She did not know. CHAPTER- III DARK Her eyes had never starved for light like this ever before. There were no windows, no bed, no goblets made of gold that she was used to. Only darkness. She remembered walls of black stone, incompletely covered in a blanket of moss, a brownish door of splintered wood, four inches thick and studded with iron. She had seen them, briefly, a quick glimpse as they shoved her inside. Once the door had slammed shut, she had seen no more. The dark was absolute. She now knew how it might feel to be blind. The dungeon was under the castle, deeper than she dared imagine. Robert’s face seemed to float before her in the darkness. His shrewd, cunning eyes, his smile reflecting mockery. She wept when she thought of Iwan, though as silently as she could. The thought of him was as painful as a sword through the heart. She wondered where he was, what he was doing. She wondered whether she would ever see him again. For how long she had been here she did not know. There was no sun and no moon. Charlotte closed her eyes and opened them; it made no difference. She slept and woke and slept again. She did not know which was more horrifying, waking or sleeping. When she slept, she dreamed of death and blood, and when she woke, all she could think of was about the same. Her bladder was jutting out of her abdomen now, filled with three days worth of piss. She knew she was in a dungeon, she knew she was alone and no one would see her if she decided to relieve herself here on the floor, but her pride stopped her. She was a lady, and a proper lady always and only relieved herself in a privy or a chamber pot and nowhere else. She was half-asleep when the footsteps came down the hall. Water, she thought. When the heavy wooden door creaked open, the sudden light was painful to her eyes, though she had grown used to it in this short while. The gaoler thrust a jug at her. The clay was cool and beaded with moisture. She grasped it with both hands and drank eagerly till it was empty. They brought her water every three to four hours but every time she drank it like she’d been thirsty for days. Something made her throat dry, maybe it was the fear. “How long..?” she asked weakly. The gaoler was an ugly man with a pot belly and bald, clad in a mail shirt and a leather half cape. “No talking,” he said as he pulled the jug from her hands. “Please,” Charlotte said, “my son...,” The door crashed shut. She blinked as the light vanished, lowered her head to her chest, and curled up on the straw. She could no longer tell the difference between waking and sleeping. For as long as her spirit and strength gave her consent, she begged the man for some word of her son and the world beyond her cell. Grunts and kicks were her only replies. Later, when the stomach cramps began, she begged for food instead. Though they did not feed her, the gaoler brought her mugs of milk from time to time. One thing was clear to her by now, if Robert wanted her dead, he would have cut her down the moment he saw her. He wanted her alive. Weak, desperate, yet alive. But why? She lay there on the straw in silence as her bladder swelled further with all the water and milk and all the beer she had before leaving her castle. She ran a hand over her belly and wondered when she’d get to use a privy? Will they ever let her out of here? If not, would she just have to keep holding it? For long she listened to the sounds of beating and torture from other cells, she listened until she could listen no more to the cries and pleas, begging for the gift of death. Horror crept under her skin, so much that she lost her sleep. It had been two days since she had eaten, or maybe three. Down here in the dark it was hard to tell. But at least they brought her milk, the other prisoners did not get even that. But she could feel all the liquid bothering her bladder now. She wondered what fate had in store for her. Would she get out alive? Whenever she closed her eyes, she found herself remembering her husband. All this would have never happened had he been alive. Suddenly, she heard the sounds outside the dungeon door. It was strange. They had brought her water and milk just a while ago, so she knew this wasn’t that. They were coming to beat her, they would torture her. At once she froze, fearing even to breathe. She listened in terror, hard as stone, to the scuff of boots and the clanking of iron keys. No, she thought, no, please gods, not me, not me. She did not want to die, not this way. The sounds were growing louder. Please gods, he isn’t coming for me, she prayed, crouched down in a corner of her cell. Go away, she prayed, go away, pass me by, please, please. But the footsteps stopped just when they were loudest, and the keys clattered right outside the door. Her hands trembled in horror. “No,” she mumbled, “Noooo.” Her clothes fought with the straw as she tried to push herself into the corner, into the cold damp stone walls. The sound of the lock turning was the most terrible of all. Torchlight fell across her face as the door creaked open. She shielded her eyes with a hand. And when the man came to stand before her, she let out a shriek. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He was simply too big to be unintimidating and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of clay pots, and his feet in their leather boots were like tree trunks. She looked at him wide eyed, afraid that he was going to smash her skull open or do something even worse. Charlotte was certain she was going to die tonight but then the giant opened his mouth, “My Queen, don’t be scared,” he bowed down a bit, “I’m Gunther, the kennel master, come with me, I’ll get you out of here” he said. For a moment she did not believe him. Maybe this was a trap. But how much worse could it get? “My son” her lips trembled, tears flooding her cheeks. He held out his vast muscular arms to help her up. “Don’t worry, he has escaped,” the giant whispered. “Now come with me before someone sees us.” The gaoler was dead drunk in a puddle of wine, with his breeches down around his ankles. They quickly climbed the steep dungeon steps, the flame of the torch in Gunther’s hand flickering like a dancer’s hips. “The Hunter’s Gate has no guards,” he spoke but Queen Charlotte didn’t reply; only looked at him. She walked rigidly, with her thighs slightly pressed together and a hand on her stomach, a sign that she would like to let out her three days worth of urine, but she didn’t let it show and kept her composure strong. It was a chill dank autumn night. Clouds hid the roof of stars above and wind made the trees dance. It smelled like rain. Charlotte did not know whether that was good or bad for their escape. No one saw them, and they saw no one, only a black cat creeping along atop the wall. The fires were out, and the castle fast asleep. The postern gate was unguarded, just as he had said. Outside the walls of Tilsworth, a wolf howled long and loud. Gunther lifted the bar, set it aside, and pulled open the heavy oak door, they slipped from the castle and splashed across the stream, stumbling over stones. Wisps of pale mist threaded between the trees. Sentinels and soldier pines grew thick about here, and there was nothing as dark and gloomy as an evergreen forest. CHAPTER- IV A FRIEND INDEED The rays of the morning sun pierced through the roof of leaves over their heads, showing them the way ahead. Her mount walked forward in the dense forest, beside Gunther’s large garron. They crossed a shallow stream and went deeper into the woods. Many a times during the cold night that went by, Queen Charlotte had found the moments to close her eyes and sleep, even if it was for short whiles. But the man had been awake since their escape. Only once had he stopped to rest and eat apples that he had carried in a sack. Charlotte had been fending off her increasing bladder pangs for hours now, trying not to think much of it. Taking a deep breath, she again reminded herself that she had to wait until she got to a privy or a chamber pot, no matter how badly she wanted to go. She knew her bladder was much too large but everyone had their limits. More and more she found herself thinking of emptying her swollen vessel but every time she erased the thought from her mind. She looked around to take her mind off her need and felt as if she knew the place. “The Enchanted Forest,” she sighed. Of all the tales her Lord father had told her of the place, one she had cherished more than the rest. It told of a monstrous beast that lived in this forest over ten thousand years ago, a lion with the head of a goat arising from its back, and a tail that ended with a snake’s head. Every night the fiend would appear from the forest to hunt people from the nearby village. It killed anyone it could find men, women or children and dragged them back to its den to devour. To appease the creature, the people of the village fed it two sheep every day. But when they ran out of sheep they started feeding it their children who they would choose through draw. There came a time when the lot fell on the lord’s daughter.The lord, in his grief, told the people they could have all his gold and silver and half of his lands if his daughter were spared but the people refused. The poor girl was sent out to the forest to be fed to the monster. But just when it appeared from the woods, snarling at the trembling girl, Sir Richard Cantillon, who happened to be riding through, thrust his sword into the beast’s back. A gory battle took place between the knight and the monster which ended when Sir Richard buried his sword into the animal’s stomach. It died, but not before bathing the warrior in a burst of flames that cooked him in his armour. When she was a child, all Charlotte wanted was to become like Sir Richard Cantillon, strong, valiant and kind. But the older she grew, the more she realized that what she wanted did not matter. What mattered was her father’s name and the honour of their house, what mattered was her husband’s crown and the name it held and what mattered was her son’s life and the throne he was going to sit on. She now knew that her life had never been her own. It had been for others, the ones she loved. They went on for another hour before in the middle of the dense forest they came upon a small hut with a chimney that had smoke coming out of it. Gunther lifted her from the saddle and gently landed her on the ground before knocking on the thick wooden door, “Martha?” The door opened and stepped out a beautiful middle aged woman, who looked gentle by her appearance. “Your Highness, this is Martha, my wife,” Gunther said. “Oh, my Queen!” Martha bowed when she realized who stood before her, “It is such a great pleasure to have you here!” she couldn’t control her joy and kissed Charlotte’s hands, “Please do come in” she welcomed Her Highness, and the Queen smiled meekly, trying to conceal her bladder fatigue. “The potatoes are on boiling and the kettle's singing, Gunther, you'll get us some fish," Martha echoed. “Of course, my dear,” the giant picked up the net that hung outside and left for the brook nearby. Meanwhile Martha filled the kettle, lay the table, cut the bread and put the plates in the oven to heat and drew a huge jug of beer for Gunther from a barrel which stood in one corner of the house. Just as the frying-pan was nicely hissing, Gunther came in with the fish which he had already opened with his knife and cleaned out in the open air. The new-caught fish smelled rich while they were fried it, making him feel hungrier. Martha drained the potatoes and then put them all back in the empty pot to dry on the side of the range before dishing up the trout as everyone prepared to eat. There was a jug of creamy milk for the Queen and a great big lump of deep yellow butter in the middle of the table to go with their potatoes. Though the Queen only had some bread along with the milk, she felt hungry no more. “I would like to thank you both, I owe you my life,” Charlotte spoke, “I promise you’ll be rewarded handsomely for this,” she finished as she looked at them. “Oh, that won’t be needed, my Queen,” Martha smiled, “It is our duty to serve Her Highness.” She forced a smile but her concern soon boiled over. “I’m worried for Iwan, I don’t know where he might be now,” she held her face. “Norman, one of the stable boys, I asked him to take the Prince to your brother who is not too far away from the capital now, moving forward with this mighty host,” Gunther assured her, “We could have escaped together but this way it will be difficult for them to catch us.” “Does my brother know?” Charlotte asked, her fist clenching tightly over the table. “No, he doesn’t,” Gunther replied, “Robert planned to sell you to a flesh merchant from across the Troubled Sea. Men would kill to have the Queen warm their bed. It won’t be long before the word gets out though,” he stood up, “Robert will have his men looking for you, that is why I brought you here.” Martha filled one of Gunther’s huge beer jugs and placed it before the Queen. “Thank you,” Charlotte said with a wry smile, avoiding mentioning her swelling bladder. Despite a wait this long, the Queen was not desperate. The beer was going to make its presence felt soon enough but she knew she could hold it. “Lord Walter plans to march on Godswick when the time is right. Reynard Dalton sits warily on the throne. His forces have dwindled but many have joined his cause, mainly out of fear,” the giant said. “I must be with my brother... I must go to Walter...,” Charlotte found herself drowning in her pool of thoughts. “It won’t be safe for you to move out right now,” Gunther added, “I say, you stay here, my Queen.” “I know, but I need to know where Iwan is,” she said, “I’m worried for him.” “I know, my Queen,” Gunther spoke softly, “....but I assure you he is safe, might have as well reached your brother’s camp.” That calmed her down a bit but she still couldn’t stop thinking about him. “I’m afraid I must leave your here with my wife, Your Highness,” Gunther said, “I must go back to Tilsworth or they’ll come looking for me.” With a nod she gave him her leave and Gunther looked at his wife before stepping out of the door. Just as he left, Martha came to her, with her legs crossed and her body bent a little, “My Queen, if I may have your permission, can I go out to relieve myself? I haven’t been all day.......,” “Well, of course you may,” Charlotte answered. In that moment, she wished she was a commoner as well. Then she could have peed anywhere she wanted and no one would have cared. But she was the Queen; it would botch the name of her family if she was to do something like that. She shook her head and let that thought go. Hold it, she told herself as she clenched her fists over the table. As Martha rushed out, Charlotte walked to the window and looked intently at the woman. She saw Martha lift up her dress, which revealed her bulging bladder, it was gigantic! It was nothing close to her own swollen bladder but it was huge none the less. Charlotte turned around when she saw Martha begin to squat and went near the fire place but in her mind she imagined the relief that might be flowing through the woman’s body. She wanted that relief too but she knew she’d have to wait for it. As the night fell, Charlotte began to feel cold. Thus Martha heated up the mare’s milk she had full in a huge cauldron and filled a mug for Charlotte. The Queen felt much better as she began to sip the hot drink. It was something she had never tasted before, sweet and foamy and creamy, and it warmed her right down to her toes. She stayed up all night, sitting by the fireplace with a blanket around her, drinking the mare’s milk. By the morning the cauldron was empty but the Queen felt tired and her headache had worsened. Her shoulders pained and her fingers felt stiff. After she came back from picking cherries off the bushes, Martha brewed the Queen a kettle of hot nettle tea, which gave the Charlotte a slight respite from the headache. The warmth spread through her body and made her feel better. She cradled the tea in her hands and blew on it to cool it. Fate seems to be upset with me, Charlotte thought as she sipped the astringent tea, before I go to my son, I only wish to see my father once. But she knew she could not. She had written to him before the day Godswick fell. I love you father, I pray for you to the Lord each night, may he grant us strength in these difficult times. Over the day she drank over a dozen kettles of nettle tea and though it made her feel warm and nice, it didn’t help abate her headache. It made her want to pee more but she corked it up like an iron horse. When the night had shrouded the forest in its dark and Martha and Charlotte had fallen asleep, a sudden banging at the door woke them up. Martha opened the door to find Gunther, with a look of fear on his face, “Hurry, we must leave right now, Lord Robert’s men are on their way here! There’s not a moment to lose...,” Martha turned swiftly and handed over a blanket to Queen Charlotte, before picking up sacks and laying them on the table, "Gunther, just reach down that ham and get two or three loaves out of the crock over there in the corner." "What are you doing?" exclaimed Gunther. "Packing a load for each of us, dearie," said Martha chaotically. "You didn't think we'd set out on a journey with nothing to eat, did you?" "But we do not have any time to waste!" said Charlotte, wrapping the blanket around herself. "They may be here any minute." "That's what I say," added Gunther. Martha packed whatever little she could and they all rushed out. Queen Charlotte walked, her bladder straining with the movement and Gunther helped her on her horse, before they set out into the cold night. CHAPTER- V THE ONE OF HER OWN Martha had gone ahead to scout, and it was she who brought back word of the army at a distance. "By their fires I think they might be twenty thousand strong," she said. "Their banners are green, with a dancing horse." "It is my brother," Charlotte said, her mammoth bladder aching after the long night’s ride. She put her heels to her horse and trotted off, giving Gunther and his wife no choice but to follow or be left behind. Distant watchers peered down from watchposts made of wood as the three rode towards them. A dozen crossbowmen manned the uneven hilltops. Charlotte halted Martha and Gunther out of range and rode up. "Who commands here?" she shouted. The captain was quick to appear, and even quicker to give them an escort when he recognized the Queen. She could see the camp spread out to a vast distance. Mailed men sat under trees and honed their blades, and familiar banners fluttered from staffs thrust into the muddy ground. The air was filled with the smoky haze of a thousand cook fires. Thousands of pavilions rose from the grass like silken mushrooms. A party of mounted horsemen rode forward to greet them as they ventured further in. The knight who led them wore silver armour inlaid with ametrine and striped purple and golden cloak and his shield bore a lamp for the sigil. Charlotte reined up to greet him. “Sir Adam.” Sir Adam Popplewell lifted his visor. "Your Highness," he said in astonishment. "We all feared for your safety, it is a blessing to see you unharmed!" He looked at the giant and the beautiful woman besides him uncertainly. "These . . . friends of yours . . .” "My travel companions," Charlotte said. "Where will I find my brother?" "He is in his pavilion." "I will see him at once." "As you say, my Queen." Lord Walter’s camp spread over leagues. Martha’s estimate of twenty thousand men could not be far wrong. The common men camped out in the open, but the knights had thrown up tents, and some of the high lords had erected pavilions as large as houses. Near all the chivalry of the east had come to Walter’s call, it seemed. Charlotte could see the silver eagle of the Calverts, Lord Longwood's pine tree, the bells of Swinton, the beaver of Stillman. Everyone bowed as she rode past, containing all the water beer and milk she had consumed as it streamed into her bladder. And even though she was holding this much, her demeanour was calm as ever and only her bulbous abdomen could tell otherwise. Martha was gaping back; beyond a certainty, she had never seen so many men, horses, and weapons in all her days. A pair of house guards in greenish cloaks and helms stood outside the great pavilion, on either side of the door. Charlotte recognized their captain. "My brother?" "Inside, my Queen." "Those two who came with me will want clothes to wear, beds to rest and meat and mead to fill their stomachs," Charlotte told him. "See that they are well taken care of." She entered the pavilion, and there was Walter. She found her brother surrounded by their father’s lords bannermen. Walter Torrington, The acting Lord of Longford, was in his early thirties. He was tall, with long legs, broad shoulders and a flat stomach. With rich black hair, a handsome face and brown eyes. He stood leaning onto the table, a pile of maps and papers in front of him, talking intently with Earl Calvert and Victor Atwell. At first he did not notice her... but the other lords did. The lords fell silent one by one, and Walter looked up at the sudden quiet and saw her. “Charlotte?” he said, his voice thick with sentiment. Charlotte wanted to run to him, to hug him so she could feel safe again, but here in front of his lords, she dared not. So she held herself at the far end of the table. Lord Hadrian was the first to travel across the tent to pay his respects, kneeling before her and pressing his brow to her hand. “My Queen,” he said, “you are fair as ever, a welcome sight in troubled times.” Lord Earl followed, his son Baron, and the rest, one by one. Sir Duncan was the last. “I had not looked to see you here, my Queen,” he said as he knelt. “I had not thought to be here,” Charlotte said, “....until I escaped from Tilsworth, and someone told me that Walter had his host moving towards the capital.” “My Queen, we had men looking for you everywhere but none of them could find you...,” Lord Victor said. The lords were anxious to talk to her, but Charlotte raised a hand. “No doubt we will have time for all this later, but my journey has fatigued me. I would speak with my brother alone. I know you will forgive me, my lords.” She gave them no choice; led by the ever-obliging Lord Calvert, the bannermen bowed and took their leave. “Have you had any word of Iwan?” she asked the moment she was sure they were alone. “There was a letter,” Walter said. He went to the table, rummaged among some maps and papers, and returned with a crumpled parchment. Something in Walter’s tone troubled her. She smoothed out the paper and read. Concern gave way to disbelief, then to anger, and lastly to fear. Her son was Lord Reynard’s prisoner now. She held the table for support as something broke inside her and tears came to her eyes. “He wants me to surrender you to him as well and ask my men to ride back home,” he added. “And if we march... even if we win... he’ll kill Iwan.” Her hopes were crushed, the light within her suddenly dimming. She did not know what to say. She did not know what to think. All she knew was she couldn’t lose. Not after coming this far. “If you turn your tail and retreat to Longford, your lords will lose all respect for you. Some may even go over to the Daltons. Then Reynard, with that much less to fear, can do as he likes with Iwan,” Charlotte looked at him with pleading eyes. “Our best hope, our only true hope, is that you can defeat the foe in the field. If you should chance to take Lord Reynard or any of his sons captive, then a trade might very well be possible, but that is not the heart of it. So long as you have power enough that he must fear you, Iwan should be safe. Reynard is wise enough to know that he may need him to make peace, should the fighting go against him.” “What if the fighting doesn’t go against him?” Walter asked. “What if it goes against us? He has twice the numbers I have.” “They say the Daltons have hearts of stone.” Charlotte looked down for a moment and then towards him, “If you lose, there is no hope for any of us.” Walter saw the fear and desperation in her eyes. “Then I will not lose,” he vowed. CHAPTER- VI THE STONE TABLE The morning that followed was a strange one. Charlotte woke up in her pavilion that was larger than the common rooms of an inn and furnished with every comfort: feather mattress and sleeping furs, a wood-and-copper tub large enough for two, braziers to keep off the night's chill, slung leather camp chairs, a writing table with quills and inkpot, bowls of peaches, plums, and pears, a flagon of wine with a set of matched silver cups, cedar chests packed full of clothing, books, maps, game boards, a high harp, a tall bow and a quiver of arrows, a pair of red-tailed hunting hawks and more. She tried to sit up on her bed but felt an immense increase in pressure as she did so. Her bladder was now rock hard. The barrel of beer she had emptied last night while discussing the battle plan with her brother and his bannermen was now brewing inside her bladder, stretching it out immensely. She still was not at her limits, but she was very, very full and her bladder felt very heavy in her abdomen. She quickly dressed herself up but before she left for her brother’s pavilion, Charlotte reminded herself that she had to act normally no matter how much her bladder ached. She was determined to keep her legs uncrossed all the times. She knew she was in full command of her bladder and she could wait to empty it. So, nursing her bursting bladder, she walked as normally as she could to her brother’s camp. She found him sitting on his chair, looking carefully at the map that lay before him. “Your Highness,” he rose up to greet her. “Is there any word of Iwan?” Charlotte asked as she walked towards her seat, containing in her iron bladder litres and litres of urine. “Well, no. But the scouts report King Reynard has moved his army further up,” Walter studied the pieces on the map, “He wants to end this as far away from the capital as he can.” Just then a knight entered the pavilion, "Sorry to interrupt you My Lord, but there is a messenger from Reynard Dalton." Charlotte looked at her brother and he looked back at her. "Let him approach," said Walter. The knight went away and soon returned leading the King’s messenger. “What is your message?” asked Walter. "The King of Solambria desires a safe conduct to come and speak with you," he said, "on a matter which is of as much concern to you as to him." "King of Solambria, indeed!" said Charlotte. "That bastard -" “Charlotte, no,” said Walter, “.... we might have a chance to get Iwan back” he added, “Tell your King, that I grant him safe conduct.” The messenger bowed and left. The hours that went by left Charlotte’s mind laden with the thoughts of her son and for once she did not think of her bladder that was now swollen outrageously to contain the copious amount of liquid she had consumed. Even when she felt the need she acted as if her bladder was empty. Only the significant bulge of her abdomen told otherwise. The wait was getting on her nerves, but she did not worry. She knew her bladder would swell further if needs be but would never crack or give way to any amount of pressure. A herald’s voice suddenly boomed across the empty skies, “Here comes King Reynard of the House Dalton, the fifth of his name, Emperor of the twelve kingdoms and the father of the realm.” The Queen felt a shudder running down her back at the sight of his face. Murmurs rose from the men around. The only two people present who seemed to be quite at their ease were Walter and the King himself. They entered the tent and took their seats. "The bitch is here," said Reynard looking at Charlotte, his voice cold and straight “and I have her pup.” His words enraged Walter but he reined the storm within him. "Well," said Walter. "What do you want from us?" “What do I want? Huh!” Reynard grinned, “You speak as if you do not know. I want both their heads on spikes, yours too if you don’t mind.” “You have Iwan, why haven’t you killed him yet if that is what you want?” “Well oft times I’ve heard that a live captive is of more value than a dead one,” Reynard breathed. He looked at Charlotte and then at her brother. "Have you forgotten the Laws of the God?" asked the King, coming straight to the point, his voice stiller than before. "Let us say I have forgotten them," answered Walter gravely. "Tell us of these Laws." "Tell you?" said Reynard, his voice growing suddenly shriller. "Tell you what is written on that very Table of Stone that the Servants of the God carved with their own hands? You very well know the Laws of the God. You know that as the King of Solambria, every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey and that for every treachery I have the right to kill." He looked at her again. "And so," continued Reynard, "....the Prince and his mother are mine. Their lives are forfeit to me. Their blood is my property." Charlotte stood on Walter’s side, looking all the time at his face. She felt a choking feeling and wondered if she ought to say something; but she didn’t know what to say. "Charlotte," said Walter, "I will talk to the King alone." She turned and left the pavilion. It was a terrible time this - waiting and wondering while Walter and King Reynard talked. They talked for long and until the night fell dark and the shimmering stars glowed in the sky. As she waited outside the tent, Charlotte gave an “aah!” and hiked one leg up as the bladder pangs grew stronger but then stood confidently without giving a trace of her desperation to the men around her, as her organ swelled past the six day mark. The gallons of water she had today were stretching her bladder walls even further. There was going to be no release of pressure until she wished it and there would be no giving into the desperate need to let out the massive lake that she had inside her, she’d just have to wait. Then suddenly King Reynard appeared out of the tent and left without saying so much as a word. Charlotte went to her brother who took a last sip from his goblet of wine. "I have settled the matter. He has renounced the claim on your lives." Charlotte felt so relieved, as if she had began to breathe again. She held her bladder as a smile ran across her face. “...and he promised to send Iwan back early on the morrow,” he continued. She couldn’t believe her ears, her joy knew no bounds. Then, she stopped, “But what did he ask for in return?” she could read the sorrow on her brother’s face. But of that she did not get an answer as Lord Walter stood up and left. Charlotte couldn’t sleep that night. She had a horrible feeling - as if something was hanging over them. She felt as if something dreadful was going to happen to her brother. Early morning the next day, as he had promised, King Reynard returned the Prince to them. Sir Adam Popplewell brought him to the Queen and she pulled him to her loving embrace, “Oh, my son....,” she cried as her fingers ruffled through his hair. “Mother!” he sobbed, the wound on his lower lip paining him. She ran her hands through his beautiful face and wept, thanking the God. “They killed Norman and they tried to kill my friend too but he got away!” the young Prince cried when he found the strength to speak. “Friend? Who?” “My friend, Tirius!” Iwan told her, trembling. “Tirius?” Charlotte believed she had never heard that name before. “Yes, mother. He is my friend,” the Prince nodded, “You would not believe but he had legs like a goat’s and two small horns over his head, he brought me apples and cherries while I hid in the forest! But then they found me!” Charlotte couldn’t believe the words of her son. Maybe the shock and fear had caught to him. She could not say. She only knew that the boy was frightened and only time would heal his wounds. She asked a squire to take the Prince to his pavilion and help him bathe, while she proceeded for the war meeting. All through the meeting she strode about around the tent as she spoke to the lord’s bannermen, still keeping her legs apart and paying no mind to her aching bladder. She needed this victory more than she needed anything else and she was going to make every effort she could for it. But during that day, many a times she heard her brother telling Lord Atwell how to place his men against the Dalton army while in battle. He told him of every move or strategy he could think of and also gave him the command of his army. "But you will be there yourself, my Lord," Lord Atwell asked. "I can give you no promise of that," Walter answered. He did not talk very much and seemed to them to be sad. Walter's mood affected everyone that evening. Lord Atwell was feeling distressed also at the idea of fighting the battle on his own; the news that Lord Walter might not be there had come as a great shock to him. Supper that evening was a quiet meal. This feeling affected Charlotte so much that she couldn't get to sleep when she went to bed. And after she had laid counting sheep and turning over and over she heard Martha give a long sigh and turn over just beside her in the darkness. "Can't you get to sleep either?" asked the Queen. “No,” said Martha. "I thought you were asleep, my Queen." "No, I couldn’t. I've a most horrible feeling - as if something were hanging over us." "Have you? Because, as a matter of fact, so have I." "Something about Walter," said Charlotte. "Either some dreadful thing is going to happen to him, or something dreadful that he's going to do." "There's been something wrong with him all afternoon," said Martha. “What was that he said about not being at the battle? You don't think he could be stealing away and leaving us tonight, do you?" "I don’t know. Where is he now?" said the Queen. "Is he here in the pavilion? I’m worried for him,” she added, "I want to see him." “My Queen, he must be asleep by now, can’t it wait till the morrow? “No, I’ve to see him right now,” Charlotte threw away her blanket, “I have a feeling that he needs me.” "All right, let's," said Martha, "....we might just as well be doing that as lying awake here." So the two women slid out of the tent and quietly made their way towards Walter’s pavilion. The moonlight was bright and everything was quite still except for the noise of the river chattering over the stones. Charlotte peeped into his tent and found he wasn’t there. "Is he here in the pavilion?" asked Martha "I don't think so." "Let’s have a look round,” Martha spoke “We might see him." And then, on the far side of the camping ground, just where the trees began, they saw her brother slowly walking away into the wood. Without a word they followed him. He led them up the steep slope out of the river valley and then slightly to the right. On and on he led them, into dark shadows and out into pale moonlight, getting their feet wet with the heavy dew. They saw that they were going up the slope of the hill on which the Stone Table stood, an ancient relic known to all the men of the realm. They heard the sounds of men talking and the two women crouched behind a thick wall of bushes. Almost a score of men stood round the Stone Table. It was a great grim slab of grey stone supported on four upright stones. It looked very old; and it was cut all over with strange lines and figures that might be the letters of an unknown language. Though the moon was shining, many of them carried torches which burned with red flames and black smoke. And right in the middle, standing by the Table, was King Reynard himself. They laughed at her brother and made japes of him. “The fool!" King Reynard said. "The fool has come. Bind him fast." Charlotte and Martha held their breaths waiting for Walter to draw his great sword and cut his enemies down. But it never happened. Four soldiers came forward to tie his hands and legs to which he made no resistance at all. Then they began to drag him towards the Stone Table. Everyone was at him now. Those who had been afraid to come near him even after he was bound began to find their courage, and for a few minutes the two women could not even see him - so thickly was he surrounded by the whole crowd of men kicking him, hitting him, spitting on him, jeering at him. At last the rabble had had enough of this. They began to drag Walter to the Stone Table. “Those bastards...,” sobbed Charlotte. When once Walter had been tied on the flat stone, a silence fell on the crowd. Four men, holding four torches, stood at the corners of the Table. Reynard Dalton pulled out his sword. The thing shone in the moonlight, white as milk. At last he drew near. He stood by Walter's head, who looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad. Then, just before Reynard gave the blow, he stooped down and said in a quivering voice, “Fool, did you think that by all this you would save your sister and her pup? Now I will kill you instead of the Prince as our pact. But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him and his bitch mother? And who will take them out of my hand then? I have two times the men you have but this has made things really easy for me. Without a leader your army will scatter in no time. Understand that you have handed over the fate of your sister and her son into my hands, you have lost your own life and you have not saved theirs. I hope you find peace in the afterlife.” He brought down his sword to pierce right through Walter’s chest. The blood of his life ran on the stone table and he closed his eyes. Charlotte covered her face, trying to stop the images of her brother’s murder but it didn’t help. She cried without making a sound and Martha tried to hold her. CHAPTER- VII THE LAWS OF GODS AND MEN While the two women still crouched in the bushes with their hands over their faces, they heard the voice of the King calling out, "Our work is done here. Now! Follow me all and we will set about what remains of this war! It will not take us long to crush the whore now that her foolish brother lies dead." Charlotte and Martha held their breaths as the men walked past the bushes. They would be raped before being butchered if King Reynard got to know they hid here. Their laughs and japes echoed in Charlotte’s ears as they mounted their horses and swept off the hill-top. At any other time she would have trembled with fear; but now the sadness and shame and horror of Walter’s death so filled her mind that she hardly thought of it. As soon as the wood was silent again Charlotte and Martha crept out onto the open hill-top. The blanket of clouds hid the strokes of the moonlight, painting the night deeper and darker, but still they could see the shape of her brother’s body lying dead in his bonds. They both knelt down in the grass, before the Queen kissed his cold face and stroked his beautiful black hair; “He did this to save us...,” tears flooded her cheeks, her voice shaken. She cried and cried till she could cry no more. She looked at Martha and sobbed for she felt lonely and weak. "Help me" she said as she stood up and tried to pull out the sword that pierced her brother’s chest. They put all their strength to pull out the sword that had cut into the stone and at last it came free, her brother’s blood dripping off its edge. Charlotte tossed it aside and fondled Walter’s face. They tried to untie him but the cords were drawn so tight that they could do nothing of the knots. A certain quiet surrounded them. Charlotte felt as if nothing was going to happen ever again. Hours and hours went by in the dead calm, and they hardly noticed that they were getting colder and colder. Though Martha noticed the sky on the east side of the hill was a little less dark than it had been an hour ago. Then Charlotte in a fit of broken despair tried to untie her brother for one last time, and this time she succeeded. The sky in the east was whitish by now and the stars were getting fainter - all except one very big one low down on the eastern horizon. They felt colder than they had been all night. Every moment Walter’s dead face looked nobler, as the light grew and they could see it better. In the wood behind them a bird gave a chuckling sound. It had been so still for hours and hours that it startled them. Then another bird answered it. Soon there were birds singing all over the place. It was quite definitely early morning now, not late night. Martha rubbed arms to fight the cold as she looked on in despair at the broken Queen. The rising of the sun had made everything look so different - all colours and shadows were changed that. Charlotte held her brother in a tight embrace. Lost. All was lost. Her brother was gone. Her tears knew no end and her breathes were broken still. Defeat was absolute. “The Laws of the God...,” there came a voice from among the trees that startled both the women to the toes. “Who’s there?” Charlotte went wide eyed, horror creeping under her skin. Martha took a step back, sweat beading down her forehead. And then a very strange person stepped out of the trees, into the light. He might have been as tall as Iwan. From the waist upwards he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's, the hair on them was glossy brown and instead of feet he had goat's hoofs and his skin was rather reddish too. He had a strange, but pleasant little face, with a short pointed beard and curly hair, and out of the hair there stuck two horns, one on each side of his forehead. Charlotte and Martha couldn’t believe their eyes. A faun stood before them, a being of whom they had heard of only in fables. For a moment Charlotte thought she was dreaming but then the sight of her brother’s corpse stabbed her. “My Queen, I’m Tirius, a friend to Prince Iwan,” he bowed before her. The two of them didn’t know what to say. Fear stopped the words in their throats and left them shaking. Iwan was right, the person he had been describing was true after all. “The Laws of God, my lady, are strange but just. They say, only he can govern what is true and what is false. Only he holds the right to give life and to take it back,” he walked towards them, “....but he is not the only one who can give life. A mother can give life as well.” Charlotte looked at him with tear filled eyes. She couldn’t understand what he was saying and she didn’t know what to say. “The Stone Table was built thousands of years ago, on the command of the almighty, to serve as a symbol of justice and only the King could serve this justice,” he looked at Walter’s face, which seemed to be at peace, “The King is next to the God and his word is absolute. But if the Lord almighty gave the King the power to take life, he gave the Queen Mother the power to give life as well.” His words struck a string of hope within her. Suddenly her heart started to beat faster. “The Stone Table does not agree to the blood of an innocent,” Tirius told them, “If someone, for no fault of his is executed on the Table, then he can be brought back to life, but only by the Queen Mother.” “How?” she asked, her voice shaken, “It is not possible...,” “But it is...,” Tirius said, “It could be...it all depends upon the faith.” She looked at him, then at her brother and then at Martha. Wrecked by grief she stood up and placed her hands on the chest of her brother’s corpse, and though she didn’t believe the faun, the words came to her mouth, “My Lord, the creator of heaven and earth, I pray to you, shed your mercy upon us.....,” Her words sounded hollow to her ears, her hands touching her mistrust. She tried and tried but her brother’s breathes did not return. She sighed, broken in spirit. Her eyes closed in defeat. Tears flowing down her face. She looked at him, hoping he would move, hoping he would speak but his soul was gone. Gone far away. Her hands shook. She had lost. She looked at Martha, who stood still, not uttering a word. Charlotte turned and walked, to where she did not know. “My Lady there is one more way....,” Tirius spoke suddenly. She stopped on her track, then started walking again. “My Queen, without Lord Walter this war is lost,” Martha’s voice sounded in her ears, “Only he could have guided your men to victory.” Charlotte knew that was the truth but could she believe the faun’s words? “My Lady, inside the Castle of Light and Dark lays a hidden chamber. And inside that chamber is a tabernacle which holds a chalice of gold. The chalice that contains the God’s wine.” He stopped to catch his breath. “It is said that one can ask of anything from the Lord almighty if he succeeds to drink from the chalice and his wish shall be granted. But to get to the chalice is not easy....,” Tirius said, “It is said that magic guards the walls of the Castle of Light and Dark and to get past it is no feat for the faint of heart....,” The Castle of Light and Dark? She had never heard of it before. Was the faun lying? But what if it was the truth? Maybe it was her only chance to get her brother back. “How far is the castle from here?” “A day’s ride north,” Tirius replied, “...but my lady I must warn you, this may cost you your life...,” “If this is the way to bring my brother back, then I must do it....,” Charlotte spoke, “No matter what the cost....,” CHAPTER- VIII THE CASTLE OF LIGHT AND DARK Amongst the dense forest of larch and pine, Charlotte found the castle of Light and Dark. What she had presumed to be a magnificent stronghold was just a grey and ancient ruin, protected by the woods. She stood there with a hand on her aching bladder, her thighs pressed together. Studying the fortress and guessing what it held inside. The pressure inside her bladder had grown to the highest degree. The waterskin she had carried with her on the journey had been emptied and refilled over a dozen times since she had left Martha and her brother back at the camp yesterday and yet her bladder was unrelieved, still holding ten days worth of urine. But Queen Charlotte was confident. She knew her bladder would never crack or give way to any amount of pressure. But what if it became her undoing inside the Castle of Light and Dark? “My Queen,” Tirius said, “I want you to think this through one last time...” “There is nothing to think about,” Charlotte spoke, her eyes stuck on the castle, “I have no other way,” she sighed. “It is said that many go into The Castle of Light and Dark, but few come out,” he told, “If you have decided to follow your heart, then take me inside with you. I’ve heard many tales of the place, maybe they will come of help.” “No,” she breathed, “Some places even the Queen must walk alone.” This frightened the faun, “My Queen, you must remember, the front way leads in, but never out again. Heed my words, The Castle of Light and Dark was not made for mortal men. If you value your soul, take care and do just as I tell you.” “I will do as you say,” Charlotte promised. “When you enter, you will find yourself in a room with four doors: the one you have come through and three others. Take the door to your left. Each time, the door to your left. If you should come upon a stairwell, climb. Never go down, and never take any door but the first door to your left.” “The door to my left,” Charlotte repeated. “I understand. And when I leave, the opposite?” “No,” Tirius said. “Leaving and coming, it is the same. Always up. Always the door to your left.” “I understand.” She sighed and as the Queen walked towards the huge wooden door, it opened itself to let her in. She turned to look at the faun for one last time and then entered the castle. The door slowly closed behind her back. She found herself in a stone anteroom with four doors, one on each wall. With some hesitation, she went to the door on her left and stepped through. The second room was a twin to the first. Again she turned to the left-hand door. When she pushed it open she faced yet another small antechamber with four doors. I am in the presence of sorcery. She felt shaken but never did she let her fear overcome her. She took the door to the left once more and found herself in a long hall. The long hall went on and on and on, with torches burning on the walls. She walked past more doors than she could count, closed doors and open ones, doors of wood and doors of iron, carved doors and plain ones, doors with pulls and doors with locks and doors with knockers. Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and as she entered it, Queen Charlotte saw the thing for which she was not prepared. A gigantic dragon, bound by chains lay before her, guarding the doors behind it. Even the darkness had not dimmed the beauty of its scales that shone a shade of dark green in the light that danced upon the torches. For a moment, it took her breath away. Dragon? She couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d never seen one in her entire life and now, one was right before her! That’s an Asgarothian Ironbelly! She realized. She had read about dragons in the books kept in the capital’s great library and knew they had all died out centuries ago. It was a miracle to find one alive. Her amazement was short lived though as then the being sensed her. It turned its ugly head towards the Queen and roared with a noise that made the rocks tremble and then, it opened its mouth to spew a jet of fire that sent Charlotte running back. She held her bladder as she leaned back on the wall, her organ unprepared for this kind of rapid movement. The Queen went back in again, peeping at first. She could make that the creature was partially blind but only more savage for that. It looked at her fierce but then suddenly the dragon began to shift backward, as if it was scared of her. Charlotte couldn’t understand what was going on but she knew this was her only chance. The Queen slowly walked towards the wooden door behind the dragon and placed her hand on it. The door opened and she found herself in a room that was crammed from floor to ceiling with golden coins and goblets, silver armor, the skins of strange creatures— some with long spines, others with drooping wings — potions in jeweled flasks, and a skull still wearing a crown. There at the end of the room, she saw the tabernacle. She hurried towards it and opened it to find a chalice full of red wine like the faun had told her. Charlotte raised it to her lips. The first sip tasted sour, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and blood. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them . . . and then the chalice was empty. She closed her eyes and prayed, “O’Lord almighty, creator of heaven and earth, I pray to you to show your mercy upon me and send my brother back to me....,” she couldn’t control her tears any longer. Then all of a sudden the ground beneath her started to shake and the pillars that held the roof started to crumble. Horror gripped Charlotte tighter than ever. “Oh no!” she wailed. Huge boulders fell down as the roof began to collapse. The castle was coming down. Maybe it was the effect of her drinking from the chalice, she did not know. All she knew was that she needed to escape or she’d be crushed to death. She rushed towards the door as fast her swollen bladder would allow. The bound dragon let out a roar but its posture still seemed submissive, as if it was afraid. Then something happened, something clicked inside her and inspiration or madness came to Charlotte. She rushed towards the dragon and climbed atop the creature, which strangely showed no resistance. “Go! Go! Go!” she commanded and go it went! Charlotte had to put all her strength into her pee hole to keep it shut but she had other things to worry about now. The cuffs broke open with loud bangs. The dragon’s scales were hard as steel; it did not even seem to feel her. Then the creature became aware that it was unbound. With a roar it reared: Charlotte dug in her knees, clutching as tightly as she could to the jagged scales as the wings opened, knocking the pillars aside like skittles. Charlotte, flat on its back, scraped against the ceiling as it dived toward the passage opening, while the castle continued to fall around her. By sheer force the dragon clawed and fought its way through, a massive rock hitting its head, though it wasn’t enough to stop it. Charlotte’s eyes were shut tight against the heat and dust: Deafened by the crashing of rocks and the dragon’s roars, she could only cling to its back, expecting to be shaken off at any moment. And then at last, as the result of the dragon’s brute strength, the remaining roof over its head fell apart. Finally the dragon had room to stretch its wings: Turning its horned head toward the cool outside air it could smell around itself, the dragon climbed atop the rubble of the falling castle with Charlotte still clinging to its back. And then after a bit of struggle, it launched itself into the sky. The Queen was crazed with fear. What if she fell off?! She looked down and saw the Castle of Light and Dark, only the way she had found it before. Unharmed, unbroken. CHAPTER – IX THE BATTLE FOR GODSWICK Swords grazed the flesh off men and horses alike. Screams and shrieks filled the cold air and rivulets of blood ran through the field of battle. Murder was never a sight so common. Lord Victor Atwell could feel a fluttering in his bowels, a queasy liquid feeling; he hoped he was not going to die sick. He saw Sir John impaled on a spear and watched Lord Borbon’s horse shatter a man’s ribs with a kick. A flight of arrows descended on them; where they came from he could not say, but they fell on Torrington and Dalton alike, rattling off armour or finding flesh. Lord Victor lifted his shield and hid beneath it. One by one, his men were falling. The chance of victory slipping from their hands. With Lord Walter dead, there was no chance of defeating Reynard Dalton on the field. He should have known that. Lord Victor saw his son take an arrow to his eye before he fell to the ground, dead. Men stepped on his corpse. He screamed with grief and pain, louder than he had ever screamed but the sounds of the battle muffled his voice. He ran and took the motionless body of his son in his hands and rested his head on his lap before he pulled the arrow out of his skull. Tears found their way to Victor’s blood soaked cheeks, his hands shivering and his lips trembling. His wails were loud, heavy with sorrow but unknown to the ones around him. Then he stood up, swaying his sword, in anger, in pain, in defeat. But all was lost. Someone struck him from behind and his body surrendered itself to the mud. He didn’t want to get back up. All was lost. But then he heard something that left him numb, “Lord Walter is here!” A huge roar of approval went up as men pointed their swords and spears towards the sky in joy! And then he saw him. Atop his white stallion, the Lord of Longford pierced through the enemy. He saw Lord Walter catch an arrow mid air just when it was about to core his eye. What a magnificent warrior! Walter Torrington tossed it aside and jumped off his horse, piercing his sword into an enemy as he landed. Victor could not believe his eyes. A night ago he had wept over his Lord’s corpse that lied cold in his coffin and now he stood before him. Just then the knight who had hit him came thundering down on Victor, swaying his axe. He hit Victor’s helm with the side of his weapon. His head exploded with pain, his skull suddenly heavier than a boulder. Victor’s sword fell. He clawed on the ground for anything he could get his hands on, but the knight hit the side of his axe on Victor’s face once more and he fell down again. He did not recall hitting the ground, but when he looked up there was only sky above him. He rolled onto his side and tried to find his feet, but pain shuddered through him and the world throbbed. The knight drew up above him. "Lord Victor," he boomed down. "You are mine. Do you yield?" Yes, he thought, but the word caught in his throat. He made a croaking sound and fought his way to his knees, fumbling for a weapon. His sword, his dirk, anything . . . "Do you yield?" The knight loomed overhead. He seemed immense. The axe in his hand a raw piece of steel. Victor's hands were numb, his vision blurred, his scabbard empty. "Yield or die," the knight declared. “Fuck you, pig,” Lord Atwell mouthed and in an instant his head was gone. Lord Walter stood on the other side of the field. The battle seemed to have moved beyond him. No one remained on his part of the field save a large number of corpses. Ravens were already circling and landing to feed. The sound of hooves coming up behind him made him whirl, and he saw King Reynard’s reserve come sweeping along. Walter watched as the remnants of his lines got shattered like glass beneath the hammer of the Dalton charge. He had lost the battle. Then the enemies turned towards him. His eyes met theirs’. Suddenly Lord Walter felt as if the world had stopped moving and then he heard the word, “Charge!” Thousands of mounted men were coming towards him. To kill him. To rip him apart. He readied himself, tightening the grip on his great sword. He could feel the earth shuddering beneath his feet, sweat running through his brow, eyes pierced at the sea of warriors that was charging towards him. This was it. He had failed his sister. He had failed his men. This was his end. He closed his eyes and remembered his father, his late mother and his sisters. But then, a sound of thunderous roar filled the skies. Every eye on the battle field looked up and there it was. A dragon. King Reynard watched open mouthed as the great being flapped its gigantic wings. And then he saw her. Sitting atop the dragon’s back. The Queen. In the blink of an eye the dragon came sweeping down to rain fire on his men. Shrieks of horror went up in the skies as an inferno engulfed them. Many ran to save their lives, many got cooked. The dry grasses and stands of wheat went up at once. The wind fanned the flames and blew the smoke into the face of the King. The scent of fire sent the horses into panic, and as the smoke thickened, horse and rider alike were blinded. Their ranks began to break as walls of fire rose on every side of them. The remaining of the Torrington men waited with their bows and spears and made short work of the burned and burning Dalton men who came staggering from the hellhole. More than twenty thousand men died in the flames and what remained of King Reynard’s men perished from swords and spears and arrows. The beaten King looked on as the battle slipped from his hands. All was lost. He began to flee but found someone standing before him. A ghost of his past. A man he had killed. “I hope you find peace in the afterlife,” Lord Walter said before putting his sword through Reynard’s belly. Blood sprouted from his mouth before he fell to the ground. Dead. The echoes of, “Long live the Queen!” and “Long may she reign!” filled the air. A smile ran across Walter’s face. The war was over. They had won. CHAPTER– X THE END The night that followed was that of celebration. Lord Walter held a small feast to mark their victory and everyone drank to the health of the Queen. Charlotte herself drank a large amount of beer on the insistence of the Lords and knights present, though she had not wanted to. She had not made water in days, and the last thing she wanted was more liquid getting pumped inside her tired bladder, but she very well could not refuse the men who had fought for her. As the night darkened and the Queen went to her bed, sleep evaded her. She was beginning to grow less and less confident in her ability to hold her piss and was clenching her muscles as tight as she could, her calmness slowly slipping away. The pressure was getting to her, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Her bladder filled considerably during the night and by the time it was morning, Queen Charlotte was feeling a fairly intense urge to piss. She knew there was no room left for her bladder to expand and she had little will power to continue her hold. But regardless, she got up and dressed herself. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode but the Queen withheld her pressure and waited calmly until it was time for her to leave for the capital. She was dying to get to the castle, rush to the privy and take the piss of her life. She just wanted to let it all out. Hold on, you can hold on, she told herself. Waves of urgency came upon her again and again as her bladder attempted to release its contents to save itself from bursting apart but the Queen held on, endlessly. Her composure unshaken. But inside her chest, her heart beat faster than ever, her head heavier than a boulder. She realized she wasn’t able to think straight, did she really needed to pee that much? It did not matter. She would hold it till she reached inside the walls of the King’s Fort. Inside her chamber. Inside her privy. Only then would she relieve herself. She thanked all the Lords for their support in the war and kissed her brother’s brow before climbing atop her horse, barely controlling her immense need to piss. They all waved at her, Walter, Gunther, Martha and the rest, and she waved back, and so did her son who rode right beside her. Surrounded by a dozen guards, they went on their way as the others looked on. As they rode on into the dusk, Charlotte found herself grabbing her crotch whenever she was sure no one was looking. She could not believe the pressure, it was more than she’d felt ever before. She had never wanted to wee this badly in all her life, yet she was determined not to let it show to the men who rode with her and especially not to her son. She reminded herself that she did not need to worry; her bladder was cast-iron, strong and unbreakable. But then why did she feel so worried? She realized she did not want to think about it. They’d get to the capital tomorrow anyway, until then she’d just not think about it. She just pressed her crotch on the saddle of her horse and rode on. After another hour of riding, they spotted a watchtower. It meant they were on the border of her father’s lands and the royal grounds started from here on out. As they got closer to the tower, Charlotte spotted three armoured men on horsebacks. One carrying a banner with the rampant Griffin of House Seymour on it, the sigil of her late husband’s house and now hers. The three men rode towards them, grasping swords and shields. “It’s an honour to have you here, my Queen and my Prince,” one of them said, “I would like to congratulate you on your victory.” “Many thanks to you, my friend,” Queen Charlotte said forcing a smile. Her bladder was absolutely bursting by this point, her desperation growing by the minute. She realized her hands were shaking. She didn’t know what was happening to her, she was growing restless and panic was starting to crawl up her chest. Was this because she had to urinate? No, that couldn’t be. That couldn’t be. She was the Queen. She could hold on as long as she wanted to. Then why was she sweating? Why was she afraid of losing control? Why? Why? Then, it suddenly hit her, I cannot hold it. M-my bladder is going to explode! I have to piss....i-it’s going to come out! I need to find somewhere to go! I have to piss! Oh my god, I have to piss! Her body was trembling, but she couldn’t let it show to everyone. Hide it, hide it! She screamed within. Holding the reins tighter in her trembling hands. “My Queen, we’d be honoured to have you as our guest at the tower, to share our meat and mead and our roof for the night,” Oliver, one of the men said. Albert, the captain of the Queen’s escort replied, “I thank you for the offer, but we must continue on our way to the capital.” “Wait,” Charlotte said suddenly. “I think we will accept your offer of hospitality. I am sure my guards are hungry, and my back is sore from riding. If you could give me a private room with a bed in which I could rest till the morrow, I would be very grateful to you.” “My Queen,” Albert whispered quickly. “... the capital is just a few hours away, we’ll reach home if we cont--” “I have given my command,” Charlotte said sternly, although on the inside she was frantic. She’d already waited past the breaking point. She knew she didn’t have much time left. “We’ll rest here for the night,” she finished much more politely, turning back to Oliver. “Of course, my Queen,” Oliver said with a bow. “I thank you. With haste, then,” Charlotte said loudly over the whispered protests of her guards. She ignored them completely as she reined her horse to follow Oliver towards the tower. It was a short ride, and soon they were dismounting and making their way into the tower. Oh, she couldn’t wait to piss! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! She screamed internally at Oliver, who was leading them inside. Charlotte walked into the lobby, her bladder ready to crack, “My room?” she asked straight away. “My Queen, would you like some wine before your rest?” he asked. “N-no, not at all,” Charlotte held her brow, squeezing her thighs as tightly together as she could, “Just show me to my room, please....” “Of course,” Oliver replied. “If you would follow me.” Charlotte turned to step after him, and he led her to the base of the tower's staircase. She trembled at the thought of climbing up stairs when she was just moments away from losing complete control of her bladder. Nor did she have the energy neither the time to fight off her need anymore. Still, there was no escaping it. She lifted her right leg and took the first step of the tall tower, then another with her left. Every time she raised a leg, her thigh pressed into the bottom of her bladder, causing it to send out a pulse of pain and pressure that rippled through her body. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she pressed her thighs together, her hands gripped in tight fists, nails digging into her pale skin. Charlotte gasped in pain, audibly but quietly, and her bladder throbbed strongly. Then, suddenly, without her consent, her pole opened for a full second and a long, hot leak escaped into her smallclothes. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further. Looking down in horror and shame, she saw the wet spot on her dress, now dark green from the sudden spurt of her warm urine. Fuck, this is so embarrassing! Despite her humiliation, she continued to climb the stairs, grabbing her crotch as tightly as she could. Finally she came to a thick wooden door at the fifth floor, and she grasped the handle, stumbled inside and yelled, “Thank you so much!” to Oliver before banging the door shut at his face! She dashed straight towards the window, lifting up her dress and tearing down her small clothes as she did so. Stricken with panic, she threw her bottom over the edge of the window and at that very moment, the flood inside her erupted completely. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Ooooooooohhhhhhhh mmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy ggggoooooddddd!!!” Queen Charlotte threw her head up as her eyes closed themselves tight with the immense relief that flowed through her exhausted body. Her toes curled in response of the enormous release. So much pressure... for so long... “Oooooohhhh tthhhaaannnnkkk ggggoooddd!!!” she groaned, the relief rendering her unable to open her eyes. Her whole body shivered with respite as the endless flow of piss streamed out of her. Her brain felt numb. It felt so good to finally release it! Her bladder was stretched to the bursting point. How she had managed to hold it this long she’d never know. She could feel the stream carry her stress out with it. Oh, how long had she waited for this! This glorious feeling of relief. Another heartfelt groan of relief escaped her throat as she let out her long held waters. Oh, how much her bladder had ached! The feeling of bliss as she finally felt her organ shrink was beyond what words could describe, it was pure ecstasy. The tower had come as a blessing in her time of desperate need. There was no way she could have held it all the way to the capital with her bladder that full. But now it was over. She did not have to worry anymore. She was saved. “Phew!” she breathed as she felt the heavy stream run out of her, I really needed that. The relief was so overpowering that she felt light headed. It felt so good! But this private moment of her release was interrupted when a fat man suddenly burst into her room! “My Queen!” the man said with a big smile on his face, “Am I disturbing you?” Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock and humiliation and with the fear of being found out! She didn’t know what to do or what to say! She froze where she was, not moving an inch as her piss continued to flow out of her. “Oh, Your Highness! You mustn’t sit on the window like that!” he yelped, “You might fall off!” The man she recalled as Lord Peter Walden. Many years ago she had granted him the custody of this watchtower for his dedicated service to the throne. Now he was standing before her, about to find out that she was weeing out of the window of his tower. Get lost! Get out, you idiot! She screamed within. “M-my Lord, I-I assure you that I’m safe,” she said, trying her best to cut off her flow but her sphincters were too worn out, “T-to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” “I am most grateful to you my Queen for the generosity you’ve shown us by being our guest for the night,” he said, “I hope you find your stay comfortable.” Yes! Please get out of the room! Get out! Now! “T-thank you, M’lord, that is so kind of you,” she forced a smile that told she wanted to kill him, “Is that all? You may leave now.” She was trying her best to stop the flood that was pouring out of her, all while keeping a straight face but it was out of her control now. There was no stopping it. “Oh, my Queen, I must say we’ve never had a ruler more generous and kind than Your Highness,” he went to sit on her bed, much to Charlotte’s horror, “My Queen is the fairest of all!” he laughed. Queen Charlotte felt like she’d rip him apart, but she was stuck on the window, her river of wee going on and on and on. Then finally he stood up, “Well, my Queen, I beg for your leave now. I’d look forward to seeing you at the feast,” he bowed and left with a smile, closing the door behind him. Charlotte let out a breath of relief. Lord Peter was an old man. She hoped he wouldn’t have noticed what she was doing. Her piss continued unabated for a few more minutes before she found the strength to cut off the flow and quickly climb off the window. She had botched her family name and her title of the Queen, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She still had to pee a lot but her bladder was now empty more than half, which meant she had let the pressure off enough to be able to ride home. She looked out of the window as she adjusted her smallclothes and found that the wall was drenched and at the ground a massive puddle sat as if made by an elephant. A small pond of warm piss. I shouldn’t have relieved myself like that. She felt a sense of guilt overcome her but she tried to suppress it. She quickly adjusted back her dress and went down for the feast. That whole night, the Queen didn’t even look at Lord Peter out of embarrassment, but the old man seemed normal to her, as if nothing had happened. Maybe he had not found out what she was doing back in the room. She thanked the God and participated in the feast with utmost graciousness. During the entire feast, Charlotte didn’t take any wine or beer but only stuck to timely sips of water. Her bladder was completely exhausted and the last thing she wanted was more liquid making its way into it. They left for the capital early on the morrow and after a few hours ride, they saw the massive walls of Godswick at a distance. People praised her name as she rode through the city streets and children ran behind her contingent. But Charlotte cared for none of it. Her desperation had grown since they had left the tower and the Queen once again found herself on the edge of losing control. She had to get to the castle, and fast. She found a small welcoming party along with the members of the royal council waiting for her at the foot of the King’s Fort, but she dismounted and walked past them, steeling herself from grabbing her crotch in full view of her people and leaving her son behind in her frantic run to reach the privy. My room. The privy. Have to go so badly, it all took over her mind as she stepped into the great hall of her castle, ignoring the guards. She slowly climbed the stairs that led to her chamber, stopping her piss at the gates. Her breathing was heavy and her bladder completely exhausted. Hurry, hurry, hurry! She told herself. It’s going to come out! She grabbed her crotch as tightly as she could. She would never know how she had managed to put off her need to wee for so long. Somehow she reached the top of the stairs, and she turned towards her chamber. Squeezing her crotch with her trembling hand as she held her breath tight. She screamed out loud as her bladder pulsated madly within her. She needed to piss so badly! And the pressure was increasing rapidly. Her pee was just a hair breadth away from completely pouring out of her and her chamber still seemed so far. Then suddenly a long jet of her hot wee escaped out of her and she stopped in her track, her eyes widened in fear. There was nothing more she could do. I got so close...just a few more- There was no stopping it anymore. Her piss exploded in a thick stream as relief washed over her body. The Queen was wetting herself. She tried her hardest to stop the flow but failed. She looked on in disbelief at the puddle of hot piss as it grew beneath her, her eyes still wide with fear and humiliation. “Stop! Please stop!” she sighed her hands holding her face on the sides. Her body was beaten. It could have not taken the pressure any more. My God, why did you let this happen to me?! Shame crawled up her skin. What if someone saw her like this? Wetting herself in the hallway. She could not let that happen. No. She’d be humiliated for the rest of her life. She needed to move from here, but her body was frozen. She could not move. Her legs trembling as the amazing relief flowed through her. “My Queen?” Charlotte’s heart practically stopped. She looked up, eyes wide. Her handmaidens Lucille and Mary stood before her, looking on with disbelief. The Queen was wetting herself. This was a sight they shouldn’t have witnessed. The Queen’s embarrassment flowed from under her dress like a river, soaking into the carpet and spreading out in every direction. Her body was fatigued and she was completely defeated, humiliated in front of her servants, everything she thought of herself as a Queen flowing out of her, dampening the bottom of her skirt. It just went on and on, a seemingly endless stream of hot piss that nearly reached Lucille and Mary who were standing several meters away. Despite the absorption of the carpet, the puddle reached the ledge of the second floor of the entrance hall and fell to the marble below. Charlotte could hear it splattering against stone even at this distance, and she knew there was absolutely no hiding such an accident. Even if she banished Lucille and Mary from the Capital, people would come into the hall at some point and see the mess coming from her wing of the castle. I'm going to have to run. Just shift to some other country and make a living as a cook. What if Iwan finds out about this? Oh, no! Not him! It was several minutes before her waterfall fell silent. Her puddle was almost ten feet in span and the only sound that could be heard was of her pee falling to the floor below. Her two servants still stood by, watching her in disbelief. She wished they would look away, but it made no difference now. Her body and mind fatigued, she looked at the two young girls. “So, what is going to happen now?” Charlotte asked them, a semblance of hurt and humiliation in her voice. “Are you going to run and tell everyone what I have done here? This is a good chance for you to have your vengeance for how poorly I’ve treated you all, isn’t it?” The two of them looked between Charlotte and her colossal puddle. They knew if the word of this got out, the Queen would have to face an embarrassment like no other. Mustering her voice, Mary spoke first. “It was me who did this. I lost control of my waters. Please, forgive me.” Charlotte sighed and smiled sincerely for the first time in what felt like days. “Oh, my sweet girl, that is so kind of you....,” she breathed. “However, nobody will believe that a tiny one like you could hold this much piss. I fear there is no possible way for me out of this.” “I couldn't hold it either,” Lucille said suddenly, “We were so occupied in preparing for your welcome since morning, that we didn’t get a chance to use the chamberpot. We beg for your pardon, Your Highness...,” At this very moment, Charlotte loved these girls like they were her own daughters. “You would take the blame for this, after how I have abused you over the years?” “We owe you everything we have, my Queen,” Lucille said, “We were born to serve you.” “I will never forget this,” Charlotte said, “You two will be rewarded with whatever you want for this.” “Please, my Queen,” Lucille said. “Just see yourself to your chamber to wash.” Charlotte nodded, her heart full of gratitude, before she rushed towards her chamber. The End
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  29. This one goes back to kindergarten, with me being about 4 or 5 years old. It was a particularly long winter that year, and a really cold one - so we usually had to put on a lot of clothes before going out. One of my everyday wear was a very thick, windproof, and waterproof overall, worn over my normal pair of pants with two straps going over my shoulders. One monday afternoon, after a very snowy weekend, we had to go through the back staircase to get out to the playing ground. The main one was too snowed in to use. So a few friends and I decided to dig it out during the afternoon playtime. It was an enormous work for a bunch of small kids without any tools, but we were very determined. We had a bunch of twigs, sandbox toys like small shovels, and all the time in the world. Problem was that I haven’t gone to the toilet before going out for playtime. I was late for some reason (probably drank another glass of water or something) and was in a hurry. And three hours is a very long time for a well hydrated child. I could feel the pressure down there well before we were even started to make any progress with the snowplowing, but I ignored it and continued. I was very much lost in the activity: we were happily chatting, helping each other out. And I wasn’t really desperate. At first. But as the pressure were growing, it captured more and more of my attention. I was weighting my options. Number one was to hold it. I was expected to, since that’s what big kids supposed to do, right? The alternative is that I go inside, then I have to get all my clothes off, pee, and suit back up to come out - only to go inside soon after, since playtime will be over anyway. Seemed like an awful lot of extra work for not much gain. And I wanted to continue. “Oh, come on! I’ve got this. I could pee after we all went in.“ - I thought. So I held it, fighting the ever growing discomfort. A few minutes later some girl said something - I don’t remember what, but it was very-very funny for my little brain. As soon as I started to laugh I could feel the pee coming out. I could hardly stay upright standing. The flow pulsated, followed the pattern of my laughter - only trickling out a bit when I gasped for air, then suddenly gushing out at full force when I was shaking with laughter again. I was a little bit surprised when it started, but quickly panicked, since I simply couldn’t stop laughing - and with it, of course, peeing myself. But then, after what seemed like a whole minute for me (but was probably just a few seconds) I’ve managed to stop both. I stood up straight, and I could feel the wetspot between my legs and a little under my butt. I covertly looked around if anyone noticed anything. They haven’t looked like it. Glanced on my overall between the legs - nothing. “Oh, thank god!“ - I had a few accidents before… well, actually, compared to the other kids, I had a lot of accidents. But mostly during the first year of kindergarten only! Then it was a lot fewer in the second year! Um… yeah, and that one time, too… during the afternoon nap, a few months ago. Okay, truth be told, I was still a somewhat potty trained baby. And I was mocked a bit because of it, by the other children and the caretakers alike. “You are such a baby!” - “Do you want to wear diapers again?!” - “They won’t accept you to preschool like that!” So I was absolutely mortified by the idea of wetting myself. Again. Just thinking about it made me blush all the way to the top of my head, and also filled my stomach with this weird feeling. So I decided to go with plan B: I dropped whatever was in my hand and went in the building. Once inside I got off my gloves, my hat, the scarf, and the coat even before getting to the toilets. “I’m so close now, just a few more steps and I can let it out.” - I tried to calm myself. The funny thing was that before I had this little accident I did not need to pee that much. But since then I was super desperate. And the closer I got to the toilets, the more I needed to go. “How could I even hold it for this long?!“ - I fumed. - “I’m such a moron, I should’ve came in sooner!“ - As I ran into the closest little stall I got my pullover off too, ready to get to my overall… Except that it was a somewhat older, handed down piece of clothing. It wasn’t that easy. The clasps didn’t work, so I had to tie them to the front part. And the knots tightened up during playtime! And I also crossed them, because it was a little big for me, and this way it was pulled up more and was more comfortable to play in. But I couldn’t just pull the straps to the sides because of it! This shouldn’t be a big deal normally, since several adults were there with us usually. They could help. But right then, I was alone in the building, and those straps turned out to be 100% childproof. At that point I couldn’t just ran off for an adult to help. It would take too much time, and also, I was too desperate to even move by then. I could barely stand to be honest; I had to push my legs together, because otherwise I felt that I’d burst immediately. Tried to untie them for about an additional minute or two (what seemed like an hour) while doing potty dances, and with tears starting to stream down my face. “Why didn’t I come in sooner?!” - I could only blame myself for this. - “Will they put me back into diapers, really?” - The more I thought about this the more I cried. I was still fighting the straps when I started to leak. It wasn’t like with the laughter before: it was an even and fast flow from the very beginning. I was full on bawling at this point, with some pathetic whimpering noises added in. At this point with both straps still on and already peeing myself, I just gave up. There was no point. To stop my legs shaking I knelt down, then sit down on the floor between my boots. I just let it out, as my crying waned. The warmth quickly spread all around my butt, then a little bit slower under my thighs, and it crept somewhat upwards, too, both to my stomach and my back. I’m not sure what was more embarrassing: the fact that I wet myself? That everyone will know? Or that I kind of liked it? It was such a nice warm feeling. I even got these little shivers, when I was nearly finished. I was so much overcame with relief, that for one minute I was just sitting there, squirming a little and feeling comfy with all the warmth around me - but mostly being glad that I don’t have to pee anymore. I stopped crying, and let out a huge sigh. For that brief moment I couldn’t care less that sooner or later some adult will discover my accident. I looked around, since I expected a puddle to form around me (I was experienced in this). But that overall was so thick and so waterproof, that it just got a little heavy to wear. Not a drop leaked out, and no outside sign of trouble. As I stood up with still somewhat shaky legs and slowly walked outside to help with the de-icing job, I was sure that they will change my makeshift diaper into a real one this time.
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  30. Starfire woke up from her bed at 8:00 she got out of bed and noticed she had a accident again. She said “Oh my I have done the pee again.” Starfire was naked, anyway she walked to the Teen Titans bathroom. Starfire look out if anyone was here she didn’t want to know what she looks like naked except Robin she was madly in love with him. On arriving she felt that she needed a pee so she quickly opened the door and race in, lock it and plonk her sexy ass on the toilet and release. Within seconds she started peeing it was so warm and felt like she was holding it in when sleeping because a lot came out. Then when she stopped peeing, she went and did her normal general things like every human or alien being would do. Meanwhile while doing this Beast Boy was outside and desperately needed to pee, he knocked on the door and said “Raven hurry up I need to go!” Starfire heard him and said “Beast Boy it’s Starfire I will hurry up for you, I umm just brushing my teeth I will hurry up.” Star tried to hurry up for Beast Boy as she did not want to clean up after him. Star fire was done she opened the door and Beast Boy saw her naked, he starred at her body. He went in and before he locked the door he said “No wonder Robin thinks your hot.” The door closed and Star screamed like a fan girl that Robin has a crush on her. She walked to Raven’s bedroom to tell her the news she walked in Raven was reading her spell book naked as Star closed the door she put the book down notice Star is naked and she said to her “Beast Boy told me that R...” “Stop hold on azarath metrion zinthos!” It created a Portal where Raven went in a squatting position and started pooing in it, she stopped closed the portal and said” carry on.” Star carried on “Robin has a crush on me.” Raven was speechless she did know that Beast Boy had the hots for her but never knew if he still did. All she said was “Wow Star that’s good you always loved him and it looks like he does too. Starfire left thanking Raven as she went back to her room but she was also considering flirting with Robin while naked which is more sexier. She thought no “I can do this later maybe breakfast, yes maybe I could do thing humans call flashing. Star went back in her room and looked at her phone that was charging next to her bedside she looked up the word flashing she looked a at pictures and saw women showing parts of clothing that’s been covered like panties. Star knew what to do she placed on her dressing gown and wear it with no panties on like she did always, which means she was completely naked underneath and could flash her pussy out at Robin and make him love her more than he does. Star hoped her plan would work but now she felt like she needed the toilet again. To Be Continued...
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  31. So I ran yo the local mall to pick up a Jughead Jones Skully (big riverdale fan). I figured while I’m there I’ll try attempt at public wetting. Odd way I failed. Dying when I got there soon as I got in public my need decreased very weird. As was on my way home it came back and with vengeance. I actually attempted to make it to the bathroom because I was disappointed but my bladder had other ideas so here you go! Enjoy!
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  32. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c235ab266731 So the girl in this video has two videos that I know of for sure, one where she goes in regular jeans then another in khakis. The video I am asking about is a video that I believe was by her called “A little accident”, where the accident was anything but little. She was in white pants and standing in the shower, and the video was about a little over two minutes long. Does anyone know of this video, or know if the girl in the above link has anymore videos? Thanks in advance!
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  33. I had a driving lesson once with another guy in the back whos lesson was next. after a couple minutes I noticed that he was squirming around and then he asked with a strained voice if we could stop to pee somewhere but the instructor said no and on a red light I looked back and saw him pressing both hands in his crotch, squeezing himself really tight. When we arrived he ran to a public bathroom
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  34. too bad you wet already. next time we will have a contest
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  35. I Rolled 1,6,6. So I need to write a story about publicly wetting myself at a party with no one that I know. In 30 minutes. Go. I lean back against the door jam and let the unfamiliar music wash over me. The clatter of unintelligible conversations and the clinking, thumping, jumble of party. The thrum of cicadas almost inaudible for the first time in weeks. I don't know anyone here. Which is good! Because if I did know anyone there is absolutely no way I could possibly go through with this. I've always wanted to. But I've never had the guts. Even now I'm not sure I do. I nervously swallow another gulp of cider. It's my fourth, i should be tipsy but I'm still so, so nervous. Not just because it's a party and I'm on my own. Not just because I'm not exactly invited to this party. But because my bladder is very, very full and I have absolutely no intention of finding the bathroom. I have done this before. But only in places where there was almost no chance anyone could see me. Late at night on a quiet street, a park with no one within fifty meters of me. But today... is different. Today I am going to wait until my bladder bursts in front of people. A lot of people. I'm wearing a black skirt that doesn't really show wetness. But it is going to be right in front of people so... my heart is pounding. I finish my cider and grab another on the way to the deck off the back of the house. I'm not going to deliberately pee on someones carpet. The music is a little quieter out here. The cicadas much louder; the ghost gums are close enough to reach out and touch. I'm dying to pee. I try not to make that too obvious as I neck half my cider. I'm always nervous about finding bathrooms in unfamiliar places and habitually leave it to the last minute even though I almost always definitely want to go before I get uncomfortable and worried about having an accident. Now I would be really worried about finding the bathroom in time. I would be able to, almost certainly, but if there was a queue I could be in trouble. But, of course, it doesn't matter. Because today I'm just going to wet myself. I look around to see if anyone is paying attention and accidentally make eye contact with a woman, around my age and not talking to anyone. To my horror she walks over to me. I'm almost pissing myself. I want to wet myself in front of people but not while I'm literally talking to someone. "Hey? The cicadas are crazy loud huh?" She starts a little small talk. I'm pretty distracted but she isn't giving up on me easily. Because she is looking right at me I feel like I need to act like I don't need to pee. Otherwise why wouldn't I be looking for the bathroom? But that makes it so much worse. To know I can't pee dance. The cicadas might be crazy loud but she looks down the instant my pee starts splattering on the decking. I just burst. I do that when I lose control. Flood. She looks back up at me all concern while I'm still going. Trying to work out if I'm drunk, or sick, or crazy. I lie quickly though my eyes are filling with very real embarrassed tears, "Oh my God... I'm so, so sorry. I thought I could wait a bit longer and." She touches my shoulder briefly and lightly while subtlety stepping to cover me from the rest of the deck. "Totally OK. Want me to call a car or something?"
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  36. It is interesting, to me at least, that despite the numerous stories I have written, I have never put to writing my fantasies—nor, really, noticed this omission, at least until now, nor felt the slightest need to correct it. The story I wrote recently touched upon my fantasies but it focused primarily on what they were not. As much as I tried to give an example, it was a description of the fantasy, not the fantasy itself. Not that a fantasy can be put down on paper, not entirely, but I can do a better job. The first one is what I thought a day or two ago, when I was going to sleep. First, a prelude. I'm not sure how much of this is part of the fantasy, and how much is just what I already know. Eve is a girl I know. She is, I think, the kind of 'fat nerdy girl with ugly glasses' that some people look down on. I have to admit, when I first got to know her, I felt she might be somewhat dumb—and she is definitely quite overweight, and she's proud of being a nerd, and I think her glasses aren't very stylish. She has a slightly nasal voice, which fits the image entirely. I don't care. I don't love her, not by any stretch, but I can see her as attractive. I imagine us dating. Cuddling up, her face close to mine, one sitting on the other's lap. I imagine her playing a video game while I do something else. She's been playing for a while and clearly has to pee. I joke about how bad it is and she jokes back that it's too bad for joking. I watch her squirm, maybe give her a hug, maybe a slight poke. She gets up to run to the bathroom. I pull her into a hug, and she reciprocates while barely able to stand still, then bends over. She's peeing herself. That's it. No long descriptions in my fantasies. That's not because they're visual or tactile—they are, but that's not the point. The image of her bobbing up and down as she tries not to pee herself only lasts a second or two. Her peeing herself isn't even animated, if that makes sense: on the contrary, I see her freeze as it happens. How can something be hot when nothing is happening? Maybe I can hear her voice saying "oh shit", but I'm not sure. I can't even properly recall the fantasy, and for some reason, I can't imagine what I'd truly like. *** End of part 1. I had more ideas but it's late now, so this is to be continued.
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  37. Sorry to bump this thread without any new content, just putting it here that the last update, chapter 10, is still the most recent, and will be until 2/19 according to their website. So still another month or so until a new chapter.
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  38. I had an hour long driving lesson before my practical driving test as well, so by the time I got to the test centre I was bursting to go. Luckily the examiner was really nice and she let me use the toilet before the test. Although I remember when I took the driving theory test my girlfriend at the time came with me, she was desperate for a wee when we arrived but she was not allowed to use the toilet as they were for the use of candidates only. She had to go off into the town centre to look for somewhere to pee! I used to have two hour long driving lessons right after lunch while I was at sixth form college, I would usually drink a lot during the morning and over lunch and hardly ever had chance to pee before my lesson so I almost always ended up absolutely frantic to get to a loo by the end. I always managed to hang on until I got home although I had some very close calls. I remember one lesson where towards the end I was really, really dying for a pee and so was my instructor. He asked me if I wouldn’t mind stopping for a quick break and directed me to a petrol station. As we pulled into the petrol station his phone rang so I left him to take the call while I hurried to the single unisex toilet and gratefully relieved myself. When I came out I saw my instructor waiting outside the toilet and he was so desperate that he was hopping from foot to foot and bending at the waist with his hands on his crotch ! He rushed into the loo and told me later that he almost hadn’t made it and it had been a very close call.
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  39. Wetting a pair of skintight shorts or jean shorts if you have any. Maybe even a skintight romper if you can find one.
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  40. When someone learns what turns their partner on, they usually do more of it. He may find that it can be fun.
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  41. - This is cross posted from tumblr since it's dying and I don't want to lose such a fun story. A little bit of background, I was dating this guy for a few years and it was revealed to me that he was pretty into omorashi. He had found out about it from a girl he used to date and had some fun with it but I was never really sure how much he was into it until this interaction. At the time I lived in an apartment with some friends and he would spend the night on occasion. This story contains some sex and sexual descriptions. I just copy pasted the post with a few minor edits. - My boyfriend loves to tease me and he’s been really out of the loop on some very fun holds lately so when he finally had me in person again he was very interested in having some omo fun. So we talked it over and I decided to do a hold while we hung out with friends. Several slices of pizza and a ton of soda later, I was getting pretty desperate. It was getting bad and I had trouble sitting still, not helped my his playful pokes and grabs as I struggled to appear composed. It wasn’t going to work much longer, I kept having to cross my legs and stretch to make room for my bladder. When I started to bounce unconsciously I knew it was bad, normally I don’t ever get to that point in public… But this was bad. I quietly excused myself and tried to text him but I was too desperate. I flopped onto my bed and called him in to say goodnight but when he got in the room and saw me squirming on the bed he knew the real reason. I was at a solid 9.5/10, so full I was frantic but I knew I could hold for maybe 30 more minutes if I really committed and fuck did I commit. He told me I had to wait a few minutes until he was done hanging out with our friends but he stayed on the bed with me, tickling me and pressing hard on my full bladder. It was amazing but I was nearing my limit. I was begging and gasping for him to finish me off and let me go. I was so desperate I could feel myself just barely holding back the flood. And then one of our friends walked in and I stopped moving entirely. Somehow I managed several sentences, legs tightly crossed under the covers, that seemed as though I was just feeling sick until she had left at which point I grabbed myself and wiggled and kicked so hard just to stop the slow trickle that was escaping. I was panicking. But it felt like heaven. He had me put my hands above my head, and started pressing my tummy and bladder strategically looking for the most tender spot to torment me and holding me down in place with his body and other hand. At this point I was soaking wet with arousal and so desperate I wasn’t able to even breathe properly. He started to tease me, not quite touching my clit for long stretches then not letting up at all. I have never felt so conflicted as my bladder pulsed and I felt myself get closer and closer to orgasm, I came so hard I pushed my body into his fingers and I lost a huge spurt of pee. I cried out, so embarrassed and overwhelmed that my bladder would give up now. Not yet… So I tightened my legs around his hand and stopped the spray. He smiled, nowhere near as mortified by the event as I was. “So you can hold it a little longer now right?” I just about came again just hearing him. I think in all maybe twenty more minutes of teasing happened before we started get into things a bit more seriously. He wanted me to ride him for a minute so I tried… I was shaking and struggling just to move and once on top I felt his hard dick pushing into my bladder and there just wasn’t room, he could feel it too… I was so full it was bulging… I barely made it but the position worked as a plug of sorts. Which would not do for him. I was told to lean over the bed, a brutal feeling. I was nearly peeing on the carpet in my room, I felt it running down my leg. He fucked me from behind and some thrusts felt so much like they’d burst me wide open. At this point I was in heaven but if I wanted to keep myself full until he came I knew I had to move. I was in pure bliss, absolutely fucking lost in it but I managed to tell him I needed to move and he let me but I had to do it without any help. I struggled again, actually a fucking 15/10 now, slowly leaking with each breath and absolutely fucking soaked with arousal to the point I couldn’t tell the difference. I slid onto my back and he lifted my legs to fuck me, pushing my thighs into my bladder. I came for maybe the fifth time, squirting and losing control intermittently but not much… I held tight. He came hard and fell onto my stomach and bladder, almost making me explode and begged and begged him to let go. He finally did but I was so desperate that I had to take a moment to be able to stand. I wanted so much to just let go and flood any and everything underneath me but I had to get myself together. It took forever to make it to the bathroom and I fucking burst as soon as the door closed, I was holding and twisting right up on I sat down on the toilet…. So yeah… I had fun ♡
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  42. Pokemon Girls

    aw heck I got meme'd
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  43. Base on some report. INDIAN female alway hold pee all day,because of lack of bathroom ladys just take a leak before dawn or after dusk "TOILET" a film of INDIA. STORY ABOUT THIS SITUATION
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  44. Seconded. It’s just the natural thing to do, isn’t it? To aim at the floor is riskier - more chance of getting it on your clothes, either through splashing or the flow straying. I find that it requires little input to aim it at the wall anyway - that’s the direction that it heads in naturally, and of course it doesn’t really matter exactly where it goes when you’ve got a large surface like that in front of you.
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  45. Thought you guys would appreciate this: twitter.com/urinal_girls_
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  46. Family Bladder

    Chapter 4 Sarah sipped on her coffee while she sat in her conference. It was just another bureaucratic meeting that had nothing to do with anything, and everybody knew it. Even the conference leader was just trying to pass the time, as the conferences were scheduled on Friday and she figured they may as well stretch it out so they could start the weekend when they finished. However, corporate mandated complete attendance, so nobody could leave until the leader called it quits. Today Sarah was wearing tight khakis and a nice white shirt. Her friend, Kathy, sat next to her. She is an attractive 35 year old curvy red head women . Kathy was also drinking coffee, and had an empty water bottle in her purse. She chose to wear black slacks today. The pair only used slight discretion to text each other during the meeting. They texted about the usual stuff they did on these Friday meetings: some office gossip, how each other looked, how useless the meeting was, etc. But towards the end, Kathy texted to Sarah, ”I’m dying for a piss lol.” Sarah giggled and looked up at Kathy. Kathy saw her look up, smiled, and squirmed a little bit in her seat to demonstrate her need. Sarah saw Kathy go back to her phone. ”Come on! When are they going to let us out!?” “I don’t know but I could actually use the bathroom too.” ”I think everyone does” Sure enough, most people in the conference were slightly jiggling in their seat, empty drinks in hand, while shooting the clock frequent glances. On and on the meeting went. Occasionally Kathy would poke Sarah above the hip to tease her. Sarah wasn’t a fan of how that made her bladder feel. After a while she retaliated and tickled Kathy when she wasn’t looking. In response Kathy put her hand on her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh out loud. She also crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tight. Then she felt at her crotch and looked down. Sarah could tell that Kathy mouthed a curse. Kathy took out her phone again to text Sarah. ”Fuck, you just made me pee” ”omg sorry. We’ll make sure no one sees though. We’ll leave after everyone else and you can tie my jacket at your waist.” ”Slow down it wasn’t that bad. Not too much of it came out. I just got to change my underwear before I see my husband tonight. Or not. He’ll get over it.” Sarah giggled again. This time she had to cross her thighs to hold in her bladder. Kathy tapped Sarah’s shoulder to get her attention. Then she pointed to the conference leader. ”Okay everyone now is as good time as any to stop for today. “ The leader said, while the two girls noticed her crossing her legs as she said that. “We’ll pick up here next week”. The conference leader immediately left and went to the bathroom. Everybody else got up and started heading out. Kathy remarked to Sarah “Wait, if we need to pee, that’s too bad. But if the ‘conference supreme’ has to tinkle, the conference actually ends?” Sarah just nodded and grabbed her things. As she stood up the weight of her bladder took full force on her. She had to bend with her hands in her crotch to keep it in. Kathy saw this and imitated the action to tease Sarah, and to help her own need. “I didn’t know you have to go that bad haha” Kathy told Sarah. ”I didn’t either. Too much coffee I guess” Sarah replied. The two left the conference room, and to their horror, saw that just about everyone was ahead of them in line for the bathroom. Kathy just laughed at the absurdity of their situation. Sarah gave her a frightened look though. She had to go, immediately. They were waiting for a one stall girls room, and with this many people in line, it might take an hour to get in. It went against her instincts to do so, but Sarah started to jiggle and cross her legs in a pee dance to repress her urge. Otherwise, she was going to start peeing. After fifteen minutes Sarah couldn’t even hold still if she tried. Her body was vibrating. Her clothes were still dry but it was getting exponentially harder to hold it as time went on. She was actually scared that she was going to pee in her pants, at work no less. And she didn’t see any way out of it. Unless... ”Kathy if I keep waiting in this line, I’m not going to make it. I know it’s a long shot, but I’m going to check if theirs any toilets in the shut down office upstairs”. ”Okay girl. Just be careful, it’s like a construction zone up their”. Sarah nodded, and left the line. Just down the hall was some stars that led to an upstairs office that was shut down for building code reasons. As she went up, she had to move signs out of the way. When she got to the office, the automatic lights went on, revealing miscellaneous tools and such strown about. Every office level in the building had the same layout, so she knew where the bathroom would be. She turned the corner to get to the ladies room and her heart sank when her fear was confirmed true. A big sign was on the door that said “out of order”. Sarah tried pulling on the door anyway, but it was locked. Sighing, she figured she’d just try going back to the working bathroom and waiting in line. She had to cross her legs with every step. But after only a few meters, Sarah felt hot pee wetting her white panties. And she couldn’t stop it. It kept coming out, fist soaking her panties, and then wetting her pants from the crotch out. Terrified, Sarah went to a nearby corner and hid. She kept peeing, and could see in a mirror her butt getting darker and a growing wet patch on her legs. The wet patches continued until the entire back of her pants were wet and her front was soaked to her knees. Sarah was hyperventilating. Her coworkers were just downstairs. There’d be no way to get to her car without passing them. And she couldn’t stay up here all night or else she’d get locked in and her car would be towed. She took one last look at herself in her mirror, and went back downstairs. As she passed everyone she could here whispering. A lot of people were sympathetic, but some were going to use this for office gossip. Then she saw Kathy. She wasn’t going to wait with Kathy again since she didn’t have to use the bathroom anymore, but Kathy pulled her in for a hug. ”I see you had to do a little walk of shame, huh girly?” Kathy whispered in Sarah’s ear. Sarah just nodded and cried a couple of tears. “It’s okay Sarah” Kathy told her, and then whispered “look at the floor below me”. Sarah looked down and noticed that the carpet was wet in a circle right around Kathy. Kathy whispered, “After you left, I couldn’t hold it, and had a small accident. Or more like a big one.” Sarah looked at Kathy’s pants, at first glance they didn’t look wet, but they were already pretty black pants. Kathy saw Sarah looking at her pants with a little confusion, and then took Sarah’s hand and placed it on the back of her slacks. They were soaked alright. Kathy wishpered “It wasn’t noticeable on my pants so I just stayed here thinking nobody would think anything if I stayed, but if I left and there was the puddle people would be suspicious. Listen, I don’t think either of us has to pee anymore. Let’s just go.” They started to leave, and people saw Sarah’s wet butt again, and started their whispering back up. Seeing this, Kathy said loudly “FYI, I peed too”, pointing at her puddle. When they got to the parking garage, the pair talked about what they were going to do when they got home. ”All I know is my kids are going to make fun of me” Sarah said nonchalantly. “Now I also have to change my pants before I get intimate with my husband. Or I could not and let him see me in my pee pants.” Kathy joked. Sarah laughed, and said goodbye. She may have been a grown women who peed her pants, but she realized she had pretty understanding people in her life for when it happens.
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  47. Anybody knows any flash omorashi game ? Any good Milovana ? Eg: https://milovana.com/webteases/showflash.php?id=35118
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  48. White Panties

    *Warning Nudity* whitepanties.mp4
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