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  1. "I knew being a mom would have a few surprises. Bigger boobs? Blessed! Nobody mentioned incontinence though. But a little bit of wee's not gonna stop me being me." Like I've said on here before, when British girls use the terms "wee" and "nappy" in the same sentence it really drives me wild!
    4 points
  2. 1,083 downloads

    A short visual novel by Horin. It's about a girl who visits her friend (either for Valentine's or Christmas, depending on the options), who then needs to pee after drinking a lot of apple juice. There are three endings (a toilet ending, a pee-in-a-bottle ending, and a wetting ending), and the game is so short that all three can be done in about 10 minutes. The art is kind of cute, though. Despite being a VN, it's actually made using RPG Maker MV. The DLsite link is at https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ246194.html. As of uploading this and until May 13, the game is on sale for 270 yen, so I very much recommend buying it if you want to support the creator and encourage them to make more games. VERY BELATED UPDATE: The game is no longer on sale on DLsite or elsewhere as of 2020, meaning as far as I can tell, this is the only place left on the internet you can get the game. If you were able to buy the game on DLsite, you can still download it using your account.
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    3 points
  3. So like I mentioned in this thread, I decided to try bed wetting last night. I went out and got a mattress protector, and reinforced it with garbage bags and towels underneath just in case, then put my regular sheets over it. I'd been drinking a lot of coffee that day, so I already had a pretty full bladder when bed time rolled around. Since I still had about half of an ice tea left to drink, I opted to pee before bed, or else I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. So I slip into bed and play around on my phone until I finish the ice tea, and then set up a YouTube video of rain sounds to try and encourage wetting, and try to go to sleep. I actually felt my bladder filling rather quickly, though not to the point where it would normally keep me awake. Unfortunately, I quickly realized a miscalculation, which was that the ice tea was caffeinated. Now, I don't do well with caffeine, so now I'm being kept awake by an increased heart rate. I toss around for a good three hours, which I can tell because that was the length of the rain video, which I had to restart. I also went to fill a bottle of water, hoping it would help filter out the caffeine, plus fill my bladder a bit more. At that point, I decided to try masturbating, since orgasms tend to make me sleepy. So I rub one out, and luckily, it puts me in that nice relaxy drowsy state. It doesn't actually put me to sleep, but at least my heart isn't racing anymore. The urgency from my bladder was also pushed back, so I at least had a restful little while of laying there and letting my mind wander, occasionally drinking from the water bottle until it's empty. Eventually I start feeling my bladder fill up again, so sleep is definitely not happening, but at least we're getting somewhere pleasant. I discovered that I feel the urgency the most when laying on my back and slightly propped up, so I arranged my pillows as such and tried thinking wet thoughts. I can feel the pressure wanting to burst, and I'm pretty exhausted at this point and just want to sleep, and I know that to sleep I need to pee. It took everything I had not to get up to go to the bathroom like my instincts were telling me to, but I managed to stay put. As usual, my shy bladder is doing a pretty great job of keeping me from losing control (what will it take, bladder?!), and it's starting to get painful, so I start trying to force it. Harder than it should be, but eventually, I feel the stream start. It's slow at first, but once my body realizes this it's happening, the floodgates open and I'm pissing like my life depends on it. I empty out my bladder completely, and take a few minutes to enjoy the warm wet feeling before getting out of bed to take a picture. While I'm doing this, I note that the rain video is at 2 and a half hours from the time I restarted it, so it took a good 5 and a half hours total to get to this point. (Also noted with amusement that it was 4:20 in the morning) I get back into the wet sheets, and it's a little less pleasant now that they've cooled, but I'm exhausted, so I just deal with it. I fall asleep, though I do recall waking up at one point to empty my bladder again before going back to sleep. I woke up again around 7:30, and here's where I'm regretting just getting back into the wet sheets. The moisture somehow spread onto the sheets on top of me, and even onto my pillow and in my hair. It's cold and clammy and smelly, and I'm annoyed. My PJs were flannel pants and a short sleeved shirt, so I put a sweater over the shirt to keep a bit warmer. I manage a bit more sleep, but it's not really restful. Around 9, I feel my bladder filling up again, and I figure that since it's almost time to actually wake up might as well wet the bed again to warm things up a little. It luckily doesn't take me as long as last time, but it's still difficult to get my body to cooperate. I do manage to start peeing again, though, and once again, once I start it just all comes out. I let myself enjoy the new warmth until my alarm goes off at 9:45, at which point I have to start getting ready for work. So I strip my wet PJs off and throw them, as well as my sheets, into the washer to deal with later. So yeah, that was my bed wetting experience. I enjoyed parts of it, though not all. I'm thinking in the future, I'll definitely have a spare set of sheets and PJs available so I can change those after wetting. I'll also avoid caffeine because wow that was a bad idea. (I might try diapers, too, but I'd currently be too worried about them being found by my nosy housemate, so that exploration will have to wait until I move out) First two pictures are from the first wetting during the night, next picture is from after the second wetting in the morning.
    3 points
  4. Here is a video i found of a really cute girl wetting her jeans shorts. I also recommend checking out her channel she has lots of wetting content. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cc8f37ce9754 Hurry Up, I GOTTA PEE! - Wetting my Shorts - Desperation - Ash Le - Pornhub.com.mp4
    3 points
  5. Indeed that's where she was, give me a few days and if nobody else has shared them i may have one or 2 in my collection
    3 points
  6. Thankful for a day off this past Saturday, I decided to run in the woods near my current living space. I had to run about a mile to reach the wooded area, through which a series of trails have been constructed and maintained by students and staff at a local university. I could already feel my bladder seeking release upon reaching the woods, and was thankful that- with it being around 5:30 PM- there were not a lot of people in the fields by the trails (e.g no athletic practices). I bound into the woods and noticed that the trails had not changed immensely over the last decade, some taking me by areas I used to frequent surreptitiously as a pot-smoking teenager. This time, I was in need of privacy for my bladder's sake. However, I wanted to explore new parts of the trail and get more exercise yet. So I continued on to the newer board walks covering the marsh land on the other side of the woods, where I started to see more joggers and some people strolling. I reached the end of the trail network at it's natural boundary of a small but intractable creek. Thus, I made my way back to the trail head- one of many, for what must have been only a mile radius of woods. However, I was really bursting and felt it safe enough to let go. Not wanting to soak my relatively new, hiking sneakers, I squatted beside the trail and relinquished all control. Urine gushed through my navy blue shorts and red boxer briefs in a cascade that flowed down a rocky slope away from the trail. It felt amazing to wet without inhibition, though I was vigilant to make sure no one was coming up or down the trail towards my position; had anyone approached, they would've most certainly seen me stand up, but perhaps not seen a direct flow if I were to have immediately started running. As I walked back the mile-and-a-half to my residence, the warmth of my freshly wet shorts cooled refreshingly and made me wonder if anyone driving or jogging up from behind me could see my saturated bottom. Either way, I think I now know how to keep cool on a warm, Spring run.
    3 points
  7. Hey guys! So I finally watched Endgame after it came out, there was some desperation and wetting involved in it. Right after Endgame came out I wanted to get a ticket as soon as I could, but the movies were so jammed with people that I could only watch it on Monday. I planned to watch it right after dinner at about 7.30pm. The film lasted for 3 hours and it will end at 10.30pm. Description phrase: I am very short, about 5’2 and 95 lbs in weight. Long flowing blonde hair. I brought a jacket in my bag, and dressed myself in a bra, white shirt, panties and a pair of micro jeans to look pretty. (I was so stupid to forget how cold the cinema can be) At about 5.45pm I put on my makeup, peed and left the house. Entering the mall at about 6 I immediately went to Mcdonalds and ordered their upsized burger(I can’t remember which one, sorry) a large coke and some fries and began to eat. It was then I noticed my need to pee. It was mild at about 3/10 and I ignored it and finished my food and that large cup of sprite. I was still thirsty and ordered another coke. Big mistake: I should have bought it during the movie. I finished all these at about 6.30pm. There was still an hour before the movie began so I went window shopping, trying out the dresses and skirts they had on sale. Time passes really fast when we do whatever we enjoy, right? In a flash it was already 7.15, and I put down the clothes to make way for the cinema. As usual I wanted to get myself a large drink (another big mistake) and some popcorn. In line I noticed the urge to pee was stronger at about 6/10. This is where I normally would start getting a little squirmy and look for a bathroom. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together in line to help me hold it. Finally it was my turn to order. “Large coke and popcorn please” I said as I fidgeted slightly behind the counter. I checked my time after getting my stuff, it was about 7.25, I still had time for a bathroom break. I shuffled there and relieved myself in preparation for the movie. On hindsight, I realised that at that point of time I had 2 drinks circulating through my system, and another large one was about to come in. My bladder was going to fill up very quickly. I carried my popcorn and drink and sank into my seat, getting ready for the 3 hour long movie. I had just relieved myself so I was relatively confident that I would get through the whole thing without having to leave for the bathroom. I crunched some popcorn and gulped my drink, having nothing to do but watch the boring advertisements roll on. Finally the movie began. To my astonishment I have already gulped down about half my bottle of drink. Nothing too interesting happened to my bladder… UNTIL an hour and a half into the movie. My need for the bathroom was 7/10, I crossed my legs tighter together as I was already sitting crossed legged trying not to squirm, while hugging myself tightly because of the cold. So there I was, a small and weak girl sitting in the middle of a cinema with a rapidly filling bladder and shivering from the cold. I put on my jacket to protect those bare arms. To be honest I was astonished how my need has grown so fast, I then realised the amount of liquid in my system: 3 large drinks in total. If it was any other short movie I would have made it through all fine, but this was a way more interesting and longer one, which prevented me from running to the bathroom. With no choice, I uncrossed my legs and crossed them the other way, pressing my thighs tightly together. About 45 minutes left I was really desperate for the bathroom, my need was at a 8.5/10 and I was REALLY squirming in my seat trying not to leak. I finished my drink by then, and was really starting to regret it. I had a hand firmly between my tightly crossed legs blocking my pee hole trying not to leak, and bouncing my legs up down left right frantically. Then the first leak came: my pee hole opened momentarily only to be closed by my instincts and hands milliseconds later, but that was enough for some amount of pee to gush out of my bladder, dampening my panties. I felt a warm feeling in my crotch area. I assessed the damage using my hands, the wet spot was not showing through on my jeans, but it was definitely wet inside. I continued my little discreet pee pee dance within my seat, trying to delay the leaks and holding my bladder which was begging for release. My need shot up to a 9, occasionally spiking onto 10. With 10 minutes to go I was bouncing like a mad girl trying to hold back the 3 large drinks I foolishly had. I was constantly checking the time to see how close I was to relief, as my need was at a solid 10. Both my hands were buried deep within my crotch grasping at my pee hole trying to stop the leaks, but they kept coming. I was literally dribbling every few seconds. By then the wet spot was already visible on my micro jeans as I felt my crotch cold and wet. My crotch felt really cold but I still had to hold on. I did not know how I got through that 10 minutes without completely losing it in my seat. The lights came back up and I could examine my wet spot more clearly. I blushed in embarrassment as I noticed my butt was wet as well, the front of my jeans were certainly a darker shade of the usual blue. Coming back to my pee dance I grabbed my crotch desperately losing spurts into my panties and some drops even soaking my seat. I planned to run right to the bathroom after the post-credit scene I was looking forward to. As I spurted more and more I watched the credits scroll by, but another 10 minutes passed without a scene. I then noticed there was no end-credit scene and why the person next to me left so early. Carrying my empty drink and popcorn carton I stood up, and my pee hole immediately opened and I lost control for a full 2 seconds. I bent forward with a damp hand in my crotch stopping the flow and feeling a warm stream cascade down my thighs and legs. I took my jacket and hobbled to the bathroom. I really could not hold it anymore. There was no queue to the ladies, because of my stupidity to wait for the non-existent end credit scene. I rushed into the cubicle, a hand in my crotch fighting a losing battle while the other locking the door and hanging my jacket on the door. With the toilet so close to me my need increased ten-fold. Shaking my tightly crossed legs I unbuttoned my jeans, losing another spurt, and tried to unzip it. With me being so close to relief, the vice grip of the jeans was not helping, I had to pee really really badly. I tried to unzip it 3 more times and failed, it just wouldn’t budge and stayed there stubbornly. Finally, my tired floodgates opened, and it happened. Transparent liquid gushed out of my body with a loud hissing sound, through my panties, completely destroying the bottom of my micro jeans, and running down my legs. Warmth spread to my legs, my bladder finally found relief after all that torture, just not in the right place. I gasped and moaned in relief quietly and stood there, enjoying the relief. My pee pooled around my legs and ran into the stall next to mine. I really pity the cleaners but what could I do… I then made my way back home. I tied my jacket behind me to cover my glistening butt but my front had a revealing wet spot and was uncovered. On the way back home some people gave me weird stares but nothing too eventful happened. So that was my story! I probably should not drink too much before movies next time. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I would be doing other desperation scenes in the future so please stay tuned for that! Kayla
    2 points
  8. Hey all, I kind of wanted to create a premise that I could write about a series of (fictional) desperate scenarios, so I've created a rather flimsy premise that takes some inspiration from stories like Desperation Visor and the like from back in the day (I'm sure you can find them on this website). I want to have some messing scenarios, but I will give you a heads up if it is, and I'll make sure not all of them are for those who aren't into it. But the set-up and scenario one (with no messing, though a couple of references in the setup) is here! I have a superpower. Well, I have a really dumb and useless superpower, but supernatural and unexplainable it is. The day after I turned 18, in high school, I showed up at school and could, well, inexplicably see people’s bladder and bowel capacity. Like, a percentage would pop up. It was like I was wearing VR goggles that could read your organs. I was shocked, but maybe there was a god and he was as big a pervert as me and got me that as my 18th birthday present, because it just so happened I really, really liked seeing desperate ladies. There isn’t any deeper explanation for why I have this superpower other than that, but thanks to it, I’ve witnessed more than my fair share of desperate moments and accidents. And I’ve decided to write them down in roughly chronological order. I first noticed in my first period English class. Halfway through the class, I realized there was a constant creaking sound and I looked around to find the source. Sitting in front of me was a girl who was shaking and tapping her foot constantly and the chair was creaking in response. I arched my eyebrow, my first thought with my… preferences was… did she have to pee? The moment I thought of that, a number popped up above her - 95%. I almost shouted in surprise - you don’t expect numbers to pop up in your vision! Somehow, though, I just knew - I was looking at how close she was to her max capacity. I was obsessed, and I spent most of class ignoring everything else and just watched her fidget. Funny that she was constantly moving yet no one except me noticed. I realized she must not have gone before she came to school - maybe she woke up late (the messy ponytail her hair was in seemed to second that thought). I know I have to pee immediately when I wake up. And poop. At that thought, another number popped up - 75%. Okay, so she could hold that for a bit longer, but she probably needed to go both ways. I suspect she never asked to go because people assume you’ve gone before you got to school or right when you got to school and no one asks to go in first period. Our English teacher was relatively strict so may not have been worth the ask. When the bell rang, she was at 97% and her legs were tightly crossed, her hand hovering by her crotch. She immediately darted out of the class, and I followed as closely as I could, but she slipped into a bathroom before I could catch up. Just to confirm my suspicions, I went to the male bathroom next to it even though I didn’t have to go and waited a couple of minutes. I stepped out and very slowly used the water fountain and just as I really had to leave to my next class, I saw her leave the bathroom looking relieved. Two “0%”s popped up over her head, signifying she must have gone both ways. I spent the next few days abusing this power and looking at every girl to see where they were at. Unfortunately, turns out most 18+ people are pretty good at this holding thing and seemed to always use the bathroom in the range of 70-80%. I once saw a girl at 95% for her bowel capacity as she ran back to her car after school, which must have been someone who really didn’t want to use a school bathroom, but there was no obvious sign she was not going to make it. That being said, this was the spring, so a few weeks later, it was finals week - and that was a different story. Each final was a over two hours long. Holding it through one wasn’t bad, but you wouldn’t want to hold it through multiple at a time. Some teachers would let you use passing time to finish your final, which some slower test takers gladly used, but that left no time for bathroom breaks. On day one, I had English and science in the morning and an extracurricular class in the afternoon. Everyone seemed fine during the English final, but I noticed one girl in particular. Her name was Alex and she was always known as both one of the hottest girls in high school and yet one of the… most academically challenged, shall we say. I finished my exam early and looked around, now adept at casually using my powers. Most people were in the 30-50% range - I could imagine those higher up would use the bathroom between finals, but most would be fine even to go straight to their next one. I was a little disappointed, but this was the real world. 18 year olds, at least without alcohol, had pretty good bladder control. I did see one 62%, though, and I did a double take. It was Alex! She had a nalgene water bottle and was clearly drinking a lot of it. It was a hot summer day, so I don’t blame her, but she was definitely at risk of needing to use her passing time to finish the exam. Looking over, it didn’t even seem like she was past the second page, and there were six! She had less than half the time to do all that. Alex genuinely was very attractive. She probably looked a bit like this model, with wavy blonde hair, though her outfit that day was more like this. She was wearing a tank top and sweatpants, like in that picture, clearly deciding not to dress up for the last week of school. She was not doing that fashion thing where you wear brand name boxer briefs, though, and so when she sat her low-waisted sweatpants clearly showed her blue underwear from behind (remember that low-waisted fad? I didn’t mind for perverse reasons but what an unfortunate fashion choice for the ladies of the 2000’s). I couldn’t help but stare as the numbers creeped up. At 65% her left leg began to tap. At 70% she lifted her leg and sat on it, an uncomfortable position in one of those desk-chairs and seemingly very awkward, but it was her coping mechanism. At 72%, the bell rang, and she was on the final page. I headed out, but I knew she was in my science final. Would she have the time to go in between? I sat down at my science final, waiting for all the students to trickle in. Alex was one of the last, running in as the bell rang. She was at 75%. Marginal, I thought. Would 25% be enough to finish this final? Maybe, if she hadn’t completely finished her nalgene bottle full of water! I was excited at the thought of it. I looked around, and most people were either in 30-40% or near 0, clearly having gone between classes. A couple girls were between 50-60%, clearly using passing time as well, but I doubted they would have any issues holding it through one final since they weren’t even desperate yet. It was just Alex who had misjudged her time. Or rather, made the sacrifices needed to finish her English exam. How would she concentrate on her science exam? How would I concentrate?! She sat right in front of me in our class! She turned to me. She never talked to me. “God, that English exam was sooo hard.” I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t about to judge. “Yeah, did you end up using passing time to finish it?” “Yeah…” She lowered her voice. “I have to pee so bad.” I was shocked. She would say that to me, a nobody, a wallflower of the school… I couldn’t think of any response but thankfully the teacher then told us to be silent as she began passing out the exam. As we got started, I peaked over my desk. Alex had her leg up again, heel dug into her crotch most likely. She was bent over, which means I got a clear sight of not only her blue underwear (which was clearly a thong, now that I was close) and the top of her butt. Again… a fashion trend we will all regret by the 2010s. Her legs were incessantly shaking. I forced myself away and focused on the exam. A bit harder than English… but not too bad either. Halfway through, though, and I heard a sharp inhale. I looked up and Alex had both legs down but crossed with her right hand shoved in her crotch and her left hand furiously writing (she was left handed). I looked at her number… 90%. That went up fast. Must be the water going through her system. I watched for a minute as she fidgeted and rocked back and forth and pulled her hand out of her crotch before immediately putting it back in, but I had to force myself to finish my exam. I wasn’t about to fail science just because I was horny! I finished with about 30 minutes to spare. I looked up and Alex was at 96%. I could not at the time even imagine how she was feeling. She had her pencil down for a moment and her head just in her hand, other hand now permanently in her crotch. I may have been that desperate once or twice in my life since, and it’s like being light headed. There’s no concentrating on anything else. I could not blame her. I wondered how close she was to the end of the exam. She got back to work, but her movements were slow and tentative now. There was no way she was finishing in time. I decided not to turn in my exam as I pretended to look it over, glancing at Alex time to time. She had her legs twisted two ways, then the other, then tapped her foot furiously. Over the next fifteen minutes I saw it tick up to 97%... then 98%... then 99%. What was she going to do? She could NOT hold it a minute longer. Was she going to just run out of the room? Alex, for all her reputation as a ditz, didn’t actually get bad grades, and I could see why. She didn’t give up. She didn’t give up when I would have easily given up to save face. Especially since she was a popular girl with a reputation at stake. I saw something I had never seen before, one that had me at 100% attention. The number went down. From 99% to 97%. There’s no other explanation than her leaking. I stared at her. She was currently cross-legged with her hand in her crotch, her favored position. There was no sign she leaked except her ears, poking out of her wavy blonde hair, were bright red. Her pencil was at a standstill. Suddenly, it went from 97% to 95%. Oh, how I wish I could see her facial expression. Her head tilted down - she must have been checking her pants. After a few seconds, though, she got her second wind and began writing again. 5 minutes later and it was back at 98%. Then 99%. She looked around furtively but didn’t see anyone looking - I was directly behind so she had no idea. She stared down at her crotch and then I saw the number ticking down. 98%. 97%. 96%. 95%. It stopped again. Did she just do that intentionally? She pulled her hand out of her crotch and I saw it was… glistening. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She began furiously scribbling. No sign of wetness from behind, but she must have been soaked in her crotch and maybe her butt as well. Her leak served her well for a few minutes, but at two minutes before the bell rung, it climbed to 99%... then 100%. Her hand jammed back in between her crossed legs, and I saw it drop to 98% then stop. Then it dropped to 96%. Then I saw the wetness creep to the back of her sweatpants and climb up the back. It dropped to 93% and I saw a puddle forming in her seat. I was in heaven, though I felt bad I was enjoying so much at her expense. What was she going to do? She leaked yet again - I wonder if her bladder was just plain tired - and it was down to 90%. The puddle was so close to dripping to the floor… but she stayed still and began to write again. I had to admire the perseverance. The bell rang and she kept writing. I pretended to be stuck on the last question. The teacher barely looked up and said anyone could stick around for 10 minutes of passing time. Most people left, and then by five minutes in everyone besides Alex and I did. Having calmed down enough to stand up, I used this time to slowly turn in my exam and went back to my desk to grab my stuff. She was up to 96%... as I passed her I saw she was on the final question. I saw a glimpse of her crotch, hand in it, and it was dark and wet all around her hand. As I very slowly zipped up my backpack, though, I saw the dams burst. She let out a little meep and the number creeped down… 95%... 94%... 93%... slowly the puddle grew again and then finally spilled over. A drip began to echo, so loud to me but probably not actually even loud enough for the teacher to hear. The dropping accelerated. 90%. 85%. She was full on peeing. It kept going until 50%. The drip became a stream and a puddle formed on the floor. I simply stared. The teacher noticed nothing, thankfully, since it would be weird as hell for me to be just standing there. I pulled out a couple of books to cover… a certain part of me and I put on my backpack. She turned to me, panic on her face. She mouthed, “Help me.” What the hell was I to do? She must have given up on the last question at this point. I gave her a book to cover her front. I whispered, “I’ll walk behind you as you leave” as if I was doing her a favor and not being a perv. Sitting, fortunately, the wet spot in the front was just centered around the crotch and easily blocked. When she stood up, though, the entirety of her ass was glistening wet. It’s a sight I have permanently in my memory. She walked up and smoothly dropped the exam at the teacher’s desk without removing the book from her front and I quickly closed the distance as she turned to leave so the teacher wouldn’t see her behind. Hopefully for her, we would never see this class again and they would either not figure out who caused the puddle or she would have graduated and no one else would know. Fortunately for her, the hallways had essentially cleared as everyone headed to lunch, the one subject no one hangs out in the hallways to avoid going to. Now that we were out, she spoke out loud. “I’m so embarrassed. Thank you.” All I could muster was “It’s no big deal.” A couple seconds later and I said, “It could happen to anyone. Finals are long.” She asked me, “Would you come with me to my locker?” More time with her? Sure thing! I nodded, not showing my excitement (and book still over my front) and we went down a couple hallways to her locker, which was fortunately nearby. She put her backpack in and dug around in the bottom before pulling out another set of sweatpants. She closed her locker and beckoned that I follow. With nothing blocking her, I could see the full extent of the damage. It was like a baseball on the front, but it was the size of a basketball on the back, her whole butt covered and her upper thighs as well. Down another hallway was the girls’ bathroom. She asked me, “Could you check if it’s empty?” I nodded, thrilled at the idea I got to go into the girls’ bathroom. I walked in and looked under the stalls. I opened the door and said, “You’re clear.” She walked in and I turned to leave. She said, “You’ve been so helpful and nice. You don’t have to leave… plus I need someone to watch the door.” I could not believe how this day was going. “Uh… sure.” She handed me her dry sweatpants. I turned to put my back against the door so no one could enter and she headed into a stall and pulled her wet sweatpants and thong down. A trickle started as she finished peeing. I checked… 0%. She flushed before meticulously pulling off her sweatpants and thong. She exited out of the stall, nude from the bottom down (trimmed but not shaved, you pervs!). I was a shy guy, this was definitely the closest I had gotten to a naked lady as a post-pubescent person in my life so far. Her thong was on top, and I saw how the front was just totally wet. She threw the clothes away and buried them in paper towels before drying down her legs, giving me a good look at her ass. She walked over to me and grabbed the sweatpants. “Why are you holding a book over… oh.” The jig was up. She had seen my raging erection. Fortunately (I guess? Given the circumstances?), she chalked it up to seeing her naked, not seeing her pee. I stammered, “Sorry....” She replied, “Well… honestly… I’m just glad I can still have that effect on a guy who’s seen me pee my pants.” She pulled up her sweatpants right in front of me. “How do I look?” “Good… oh… uh… I mean, no one can tell what happened.” She smiled. “Perfect.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’ll be our secret.” We left and went our separate ways and unfortunately never talked again (she went to college somewhere far far away).
    2 points
  9. This is a new series of stories of various workers who really need to pee. This first one is about male desperation but there will be an equal amount of female over the series. Here’s the first one: January. The carpet fitter Jason had worked at Fantastic Floorings since leaving school, before if you include work experience. The company was in the family and since Jason hadn’t any other ideas of what he wanted to do in life for now it paid the bills. At 26 he already rented his own place, even if it was small. He drove a company owned van and worked long hours, especially since the money was handy and so many others in the company now had families. January was traditionally a dry month in his field of work; as with most retail companies people had little money or motivation in winter right after Christmas. Even with the traditional January sale he usually found himself home earlier than usual or having a pint with his friends at the pub after work at this time of year. This month though was the exception. This month the company had successfully won a bid for a local housing development to lay flooring on 124 new properties all with entry dates in late January and early February. Jason had never had a busier month, which meant sacrifices had to be made; less time to see mates, less time for banter during work and often working through lunch and breaks. Long hours but good pay, and Jason was wise enough to know it was worth doing his best work as future contracts like this could make or break a small family business such as Fantastic Floorings. It was Thursday of week one. Already Jason and his partner Kyle had laid linoleum in three kitchens, four bathrooms and carpeted one whole four bedroom house! Days were starting at 8am and finishing up to 12 hours later but the job satisfaction was worth it and Jason and Kyle worked well together. Today they were working on an apartment block of six identical flats all needing complete flooring from one end to the other. Jason could feel his back ache already and he’d only just arrived onsite. It was still dark and he was relieved to find the electrics had already been installed so lighting wasn’t going to be an issue. He unlocked the back of his van and, together with Kyle, they unloaded rolls of carpets, linoleum and tools and placed them throughout the flat ready to start. It was now almost 9 and already Jason was sweating despite the flats having no heating on as the boiler was yet to be turned on. On his final run to the van Jason grabbed his travel mug and finished a full mug of coffee in minutes. The caffeine and warmth gave him an immediate boost and he agreed with his partner that the linoleum was by far the best to begin with to allow the glue time to dry. As they measured the bathroom, en-suite and kitchen to check one last time Jason felt a tiny twinge in his bladder. Nothing to worry about though so he carried on and by mid morning the first bathroom, en-suite and kitchen all had flooring. They needed time to dry but both Jason and Kyle took a much needed break in the van and both drank a can of cola and had a snack. Jason felt another small tingle at his penis but laughing and joking with his colleague and mate took his mind off it quickly. They decided to make a start on the carpets sensibly deciding to work backwards from the furthest away room which happened to be the main lounge. Once back inside the flat Jason felt another twinge between his legs but the fact the linoleum was still drying and the fact he had seen both toilets taped up with the usual ‘do not use’ builders tape he decided to carry on and drive to the local supermarket during their lunch break. He could hang on until then quite comfortably. After a quick final measure the lads rolled out the light brown carpet and on their hands and knees set about hammering it into place securely. Bending on his hands and knees wasn’t helping Jason and soon another twinge hit. On the opposite side of the room facing away from his friend Jason took a moment to give himself a quick pinch as his need began to increase. He resolved that after this room he would suggest they stopped for lunch and he would endeavour to find a loo somewhere nearby. The radio was playing and the music served as a welcome distraction as Jason continued to work around the floor making sure it was all secured in place and cut to size where required. Another wave and another quick pinch and Jason was just about to shout over to Kyle that he could do with a ‘stretch and a break’ when Kyle’s phone went and Jason had little choice but to continue working. The boys had a great system where they began together in the room at opposite sides and worked their way towards each other until the entire carpet was fitted. With Kyle now on the phone Jason was fast approaching the half way point at which they usually met but, ever the professional, he carried on until he came to where Kyle had finished. Kyle ended his call and apologised though Jason just laughed knowing full fell he had taken many a call before and left colleagues to do more than usual. Laughing wasn’t such a good idea though as Jason realised how bad he had to pee. Despite working with Kyle for months he still somehow felt embarrassed to admit his need. Instead he decided on another tact. ‘God my backs sore after that. What do you reckon to breaking for lunch? We should easily get the rest if this one done before we finish?’ ‘Yeah I was going to suggest the same mate. I’m sweating and bloody starving!’ They headed to the van and Jason started driving. ‘You want Tesco mate or McDonald’s or Greggs? I’m easy.’ ‘Oh that was Tam in the phone earlier. They’re in the houses at the top of the site and he said there a great burger van they have found just in the estate across from the top of here. He said they do a fab all day breakfast. I could so go a roll with bacon. Let’s try there. He said you cross the main road, do,low signs for the industrial estate and it’s on your right. Sounds near enough eh?’ Jason loved a good burger van and needed little convincing. Despite his full bladder his empty stomach was rumbling too and he was sure to find a public toilet nearby somewhere? They found the van easily and parked up. There was a steady queue but it moved quickly enough though Jason found himself stepping from foot to foot and using his hand in his pocket to hold when needed. He really was needing to pee now and before heading back to the flats he would definitely need to find one. First though he had a roll with chips to eat and a bottle of water. His belly was grateful fir the food even if his bladder wasn’t so thankful for the water. The men sat in the works van earring with the radio on and chatting on and off. Jason was tempted to mention his need but felt socially awkward about it. It was getting stronger and stronger though and quite bothersome and distracting. He had to think of some excuse to go into the local supermarket so he could take a leak. ‘Kyle I think that glue from the linoleum is affecting me again. I’ve got a bit of a headache so I’ll just nip to Tesco before we head back to work and get some aspirin, ok?’ ‘Sure thing.’ Jason had finished his food and consumed about half his water when another urge to Lee hit him hard. He used his hand to push his penis through his trousers hoping Kyle hadn’t noticed. Oh he needed to piss a lot so he fastened his seat belt and started the van towards Tesco. As they approached the first set if traffic lights Kyle’s phone went again. Jason could hear the call though his attention was more on holding his bladder and driving than anything else. ‘Sure thing boss. We’ll be back at the flats in a matter of minutes. We only nipped out for lunch. Of course you can inspect anytime. We only have the bedrooms and hallways to go and that’ll be the first completed. Yes of course we’ll have that completed by the end of today. See you soon.’ ‘Change of plans mate. We need to head back to the flats right now. Big Doug needs to do an inspection with the head of procurement. This being our first contact and all that they want to see how we are going. Sure you can nip out for those painkillers after they’ve been. I’m sure you’ll be fine.’ Jason wasn’t so sure. He was rather desperate for the gents but with no other choice he headed back to the site to meet his boss. His bladder would just need to wait. Back on site they could see the biases van in the car park so not wanting to make a bad impression the lads raced back to the flat and began laying carpet in the first bedroom. Unlike the square lounge this bedroom was an awkward shape and required the pee-measured carpet tube cut to fit. Jason was struggling to stand still and sitting on the floor was putting more pressure on his already overworked bladder. He was just about to try a tap in the bathroom to see if the water was on so he could use the toilet when his boss walked in with someone with him. Jason shook hands, waited to be introduced whilst standing cross legged then followed the men as they looked around to inspect the work so far. Opening the bathroom door and looking right at the toilet made Jason squirm and he had no choice but to briefly grab himself to avoid a leak. He so needed to piss but his heart sank as the head of procurement rabbeted on about how the electrics were complete, plumbing complete and plasterwork all dry but yet the water supply company hadn’t yet turned on the water to the properties meaning final checks on bathrooms, sinks and showers and even washing machines could not be done just yet. Without stepping on the flooring he continued to talk about how it would at least allow the flooring to dry before anyone was using the toilets or sinks. Jason bent forward a little at this and his legs twisted around him in absolute desperation. Kyle had carried on fitting carpet as the men looked into the main room and then kitchen and followed quickly behind Jason into the room where Kyle was now on his knees hammering carpet in. ‘Looking great lads. Keep up the good work and I’ll come check when this flat is finished. ‘ Big Doug and his suited companion left and as the door closed Jason grabbed his member before he leaked and pee danced back to the room Kyle was working in. He had to piss so so badly he was afraid of having an accident on the posh cream bedroom carpet his friend was laying. ‘Sorry Kyle. I’ll be back in a minute mate. I really really need to find a bathroom. God do I need to piss so bad. I’ve been bursting to go for ages and it’s an emergency.’ Kyle looked up at his mate who was dancing and holding himself like a little child. ‘Just use the toilet mate. What’s the problem.’ ‘There’s no running water! They haven’t turned it on. Oh what am I going to do. I’m on the verge of pissing myself.’ ‘Oh. I didn’t know about the water. You gonna head to Tesco or something then?’ ‘I can....can’t drive mate. Oh my God it’s leaking. I’m gonna wet myself. I’ll piss myself before I get to the van. It’s that bad mate. Honest.’ Jason unhooked his trousers and slipped his hand inside his waistband while he gripped his throbbing and leaking penis as hard as he could. Kyle looked at his mate with compassion and grabbed him by the arm leading him to the en-suite shower. ‘Just go there Jas. Seriously.’ Jason had no choice as another spurt shot out into his boxers. He pulled his penis out, not caring that Kyle was watching and allowed himself to relax as warm urine shot rapidly out of his penis and landed in the shower tray. As his body relaxed the stream continued on and on with Kyle still watching. ‘God you really must have been busting mate. That’s a shit load of piss!’ ‘I was mate. I really was. God that feels so much better. I can actually think again!’
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  10. Found new studio on clips4sale related to jeans wetting in public places https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/43703/domination-for-your-own-good/Cat0-AllCategories/Page1/DisplayOrder-asc/Limit10/search/WET+%26+MESSY There are some really daring.
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  11. (this is my first real post! it’s also almost 3am here so apologies that this is far from a literary masterpiece — more stream-of-consciousness. hope you like!) today was my friend’s 18th, and a bunch of us went to the pub to celebrate. quite low-key, only about 10 people and not heavy drinking. i was wearing fishnets, a floral skirt and a black top, plus jacket. (i’m very small, like 5’2”ish. dark hair, blue eyes). i got ready quite late and basically hopped out the shower onto my bike. i hadn’t really eaten since breakfast, so rocked up to the pub on an empty stomach. that was probably my first mistake. i had a mojito-style thing at about 8:30, then two tequila shots. bearing in mind how small i am, i was tipsy pretty much immediately. a second mistake. my friends took a trip to the bathroom and i went with them, but decided in there that i wanted to challenge myself ;)) and just fixed my makeup instead. by about 10:30 i was drunk. there weren’t enough chairs for our whole group, so i ended up shuffled on a few people’s laps, then decided i’d be happier on the floor (the chairs were very low anyway). i was beginning to get desperate, maybe a 7/10, and discreetly tensing whilst on someone’s lap is difficult. the floor was freezing, and there were a few points where i felt suddenly like i was gonna lose it. maybe i caught a chill or something. eventually i decided to go to the toilet, but not before i’d deliberately dribbled a little. my heart beat so hard. i’ve never done that before in a room full of people. exhilarating to make up for that release i bought a coke, and downed that. the other drinks were still making their way to my bladder, and genuinely within 20 minutes i felt a need again. the gathering petered out and a few of us went to a nearby friend’s house. she offered us tea. accepting was my third mistake. i chatted there for a while until it was just three of us. the two of them made tea for themselves, and we talked. then what i would dramatically describe as ‘my undoing’ occurred. a taxi arrived for one girl, and she gave me her drink. fourth mistake. by this point i was a solid 8/10. i could feel myself almost pulsing there in an effort to hold in, and in excitement. it was about 1am by the time i started making my way home, and i genuinely felt like i was gonna piss myself as soon as i got out in the cold air. though marginally sobered, the diuretic effect was still very much present, and i had to hold myself for a second on my way to my bike. the route home was via a usually-busy road, but there weren’t many cars at all. as i tuned onto the road, i had to press into the bicycle seat with my pussy, a massive wave of desperation coming over me. the pressure was acutely in my abdomen, and clenching made me shiver slightly. i cycled one handed, one resting on the top of my skirt. i still feel to shy to hold properly even in the middle of the night. after about five minutes of grinding into the seat and feeling the pressure increase, i felt a dribble squeeze out, tensed up as hard as i could. the warmth spread between my lips. i was honestly frantic, and made the classic error of thinking i could ‘ease the pressure’. you’d think i’d know better, but honestly it was my only choice. the wetness on my underwear rubbed up against me (it was a thong and not at all absorbent, unfortunately) as i slowly made my way to the worse lit area, between two lamp posts. i’d barely relaxed, but it came out in a gush between my legs and splattered onto the floor. i’m sure i gasped, couldn’t stop it for several seconds, but finally did. i got back on my bike. i just wet myself like a child i thought i peed all over the ground. and it hadn’t helped. i could feel little drops escaping, like i’d unlocked a door and couldn’t quite close it again. i kept dribbling warm rivulets down my legs, praying that the rare passers by wouldn’t notice. i was desperately wishing i would be able to make it home, but it looked less and less likely as time went on. i got off to walk, fidgeting with desperation, drips still warming my crotch every minute or so. i felt like i could totally lose control any second (i was right). by some miracle i made it a few streets away from my house, where things are much quieter, before i started fully wetting myself. suddenly a gush sprayed out of me onto the ground, and i snapped my legs together. if anyone had been there to see me they would’ve laughed, i looked so surprised and embarrassed, despite all the warning dribbles. the tarmac was wet underneath me, and i was still trickling down my legs. i figured i had to think pragmatically, and dashed with my bike into a cul-de-sac. there were no street lamps, and i unashamedly grabbed myself to hold on. i don’t really know what ‘good’ outcome i was planning, but it was not what really happened. it was essentially as soon as i’d got to that street, another massive spurt came out, and i spread my legs to stop it going into my shoes. i did try my hardest to stop going, but it was a losing battle; i released almost all the pee in me onto the street, standing there with my legs open. it had got on the front of my skirt, and my panties were soaked. the relief was amazing, and i felt myself getting wetter otherwise. after this deluge i made it all the way home, wet clothes chafing in possibly the best way. as i was unlocking the door it was clear that more of the tea had made its way to my bladder, and i wasn’t going through the pretence of holding on. i wet the floor outside the front door a little, and then again as i was making my way to the bathroom, more came out (classic key in lock i guess) and there ended up a little puddle in front of the toilet, though i can’t say that was 100% accidental ;)))
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  12. During that summer I turned 16, dusk was my favorite time of day. Sitting on a bench in front of the general store, looking down Main Street, it was easy to forget what century I was in. Sure, I knew it was 1999, but it could just as easily of been 1899. A couple cowboys were riding their horses down the street, pausing to flirt with a group of girls in long flowing dresses. On the other side of the street a tired old cowpoke wandered along the boardwalk, lighting the kerosene street lamps. Somewhere out of sight I could hear the distant sounds of an old country song being played on a guitar as the setting sun glared off the shop windows, giving everything a golden orange glow. Countless smells filled the air engulfing me- There was the ever present odor of horse manure blended with dry dusty air, but it was starting to give way to a fresh evening breeze. This mixed with the sweet smell of the potted flowers along the boardwalk, and the faint smokey smell from the lamps. This was when the chaotic hassle of a summer camp and a working ranch gave way to peaceful tranquility. The summer campers had headed off to their camp sites so the only people left around the main street area were us staffers. Soon I would be spending time with my friends, free from campers and responsibilities. I was lucky that evening. I had managed to finish my chores early, affording me the time to rest and enjoy this precious quiet as the sun sank low in the sky. Neither my friends or I had any specific plans, but somehow every night managed to be special somehow. Of course, I had no idea that this night was about to change my life. The ranch was almost magical. Besides being a time machine to the old west, it was like living inside a musical. It was not at all abnormal for people to suddenly break out in song and dance spontaneously. But even more incredible was that somehow, I managed to be popular here. Back in the real world I was kind of a looser. When I wasn’t at the ranch I was simply a shy, painfully awkward sixteen-year-old, who couldn’t even talk to a girl, unless maybe it was in a chat room. Already, at this age, I was very interested in pants wetting, but this only served to make me feel like more of an outcast. In the real world I didn’t really have much in the way of friends. But the ranch was another world entirely. Here I had dozens close confidants, they were like family. I wasn’t afraid to talk to girls, or let myself have fun. My three closest friends at the ranch formed a sort of musical group. We called ourselves The Fuzzy Rodents and performed parodies of popular songs with rodent themed lyrics we invented. We each had a rodent themed identity in the band, and made up a fake personality to go with it. There was Fuzzy Rat, he was the bad boy in our group and would wear a leather jacket and sun glasses when we performed. Fuzzy Mouse was the young one, only barely 14 years old, he sat at the youngest age that the ranch would hire for any position. We also had Fuzzy Chipmunk, who adopted the identity of a smooth-talking ladies’ man, and I was Fuzzy Squirrel, the innocent cute one. We would perform our songs for the campers and staff alike, complete with poorly choreographed dance routines. With no TV, internet, or radio we were the best entertainment the ranch had. Everyone seemed to think our lyrics were hilarious and we became very popular. For the first time ever in my live I had attractive girls who wanted to be my friend and spend time with me. Sitting there along Main Street, waiting for my friends to finish their chores, I felt absolutely content and happy with my life. If I would have died that instant, I would not have felt like I had missed out on anything. A cool breeze blew down from the mountains and I closed my eyes to inhale the fresh pine scent. When I opened my eyes, Betsy was standing directly in front of me, hands on her hips, smiling. I could write several pages describing how beautiful Betsy was, but I’ll let your imagination do most the work. She was a gorgeous, dark haired, 15 year old. No matter how attractive you might be imagining her right now, I promise you that in reality she was even more beautiful. Smart, funny, outgoing, sexy, and confident, most of the male staffers competed to spend time with her. But, for reasons beyond my comprehension, she seemed to prefer to hang out with me. She was wearing impossibly tight wrangler jeans and a short sleeve, form fitting, button up blouse. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me to my feet as she giggled. “Come on Squirrel,” she said, “Let’s dance!” “Dance? There is no music,” I replied, smiling at her, enjoying how her hand felt as she pulled me to the middle of the street. Almost on cue I suddenly heard music. Fuzzy Chipmunk was playing his guitar and Christie, another staffer, started to sing. As they launched into a beautiful rendition of We Danced Anyway, Betsy grabbed both my hands and started to spin around. Before I knew it, we were dancing. The sweet summer night air engulfed us, and the kerosene street lamps became a blur as we twirled around one another. Slowly the street emptied, and the lamps burned out. Eventually Fuzzy Chipmunk and Christie stopped their music and our dancing came to an end. Christie and Chipmunk laughed and ran off into the night together holding hands, leaving Betsy and I standing in the middle of the street, completely alone. The only light was from the full moon and the few lamps that were still struggling to burn. We simply smiled at each other for a while. With anyone else it would have just been an awkwardly long moment, but with her time followed different rules. Eventually I became aware that she was talking. “Do you remember last week when I told you I had a secret?” she asked in an uncharacteristic sheepish tone. Thinking back, I did remember something about her saying she had a secret and trying to convince her that she could tell me. She resisted though, and I had mostly put it out of my mind. I wasn’t even convinced she really had a secret. Perhaps she was just playing around when she told me that. Yet, here she was bringing it up again. “Yes,” I said, “I remember you said you had a secret, but you didn’t want to tell me.” “Do you still want to know what it is?” she asked. “Only if you want to tell me.” “It is kind of sexual,” she said, avoiding eye contact. My heart was pounding. No girl had ever discussed anything sexual with me before. “You really don’t have to tell me if you don’t want,” I said, but desperately hoping she would want to. “I’d like to be able to tell someone,” she said, “But it is kind of embarrassing. I have kind of a weird fetish and I’m afraid if I tell anyone they will be grossed out and think I’m a freak.” “Listen,” I told her, trying to sound reassuring, “Whatever it is, it won’t change that you are my friend. Whatever you tell me, I’ll keep it secret. I promise I won’t judge you.” “Alright,” she sighed, then looked straight into my eyes, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment, “I’m into watersports.” My heart nearly erupted from my chest upon hearing that. I could barely think, I had no idea how to respond to this. Back in the real world I had been online, I was well aware of my own fetish, but it was something I never wanted another person to find out about. I knew exactly what she meant when she said watersports, but I was still completely terrified of anyone else ever knowing what I was into. Instead of being excited that this stunning beauty in front of me seemed to share the same kink, I was fearful of her somehow deducing that I was into it too. Supremely uncomfortable with the situation, the first words I managed to say were, “You mean like water skiing?” As soon as I said that I immediately regretted it. It just sounded so stupid. Why did I say that? “No,” she said, “It means I like pee stuff. Peeing is kind of a turn on for me.” I had no idea how to reply. For the briefest possible moment I wanted to say that I shared her fetish, but before I could even fully realize that thought I was immediately overcome with the fear of someone else knowing about my kink. Instead all I managed was to utter a simple, “oh.” Immediately she looked away, face burning red, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.” “It’s okay,” I said right away, trying to comfort her, “almost everyone is into something a little weird. It really isn’t that bad.” She did seem a little comforted at this, and we continued to talk, but not about her pee fetish specifically. It was well into the night at this point. As far as we could tell everyone had gone to bed, but we were still wide awake. Somehow, we decided to for a walk. Soon we found ourselves down in the activity area, where the summer campers would be engaging in all their camp activities in the morning. At night, however, the activity field was abandoned. Our conversation wandered from subject to subject. Even though I liked the idea that Betsy had a pee fetish, I was glad that we had left that topic behind. Or, at least I thought we had left it behind. Suddenly, in the middle of our conversation, she said, “I need to pee.” There were out houses around the activity area, but they were locked at night. The nearest facilities that would be open were back on Main Street, but wandered quite a ways from there. Here options for relieving herself were severely limited. My mind was racing in circles, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound awkward, creepy, or reveal my pee fetish. She just stared at me, waiting for me to say something. Finally, she seemed to give up on me ending the silence and asked, “What would you do if I wet my pants right now?” “Um…” I stuttered, “I don’t know.” Then, trying to lighten the mood I jokingly added, “Why? Do you think that is likely to happen?” “It is getting pretty likely,” she said, with a little giggle, “You won’t tell anyone will you?” “Of course not,” I said, “You can trust me.” She sighed in a way that sounded kind of relieved. I figured she was just relieved at my assurance of friendship and trust, but then I saw her eyes were closed and she had kind of a funny little smile on her face. Looking down, I saw her jeans growing wet. Standing right in front of me, she was not even trying to stop from peeing in her pants. It wasn’t long before her jeans were completely soaked. Now, something you should know about me is that I had very low self-esteem. I could not comprehend that any girl would want to be anything more than friends with me. So, as Betsy and I continued wandering aimlessly through the night, her in soaking wet pants, I continued to remain painfully oblivious to the very strong hints she was throwing my way- “It would feel really good to take my pants off right now.” “I know this is weird, but being wet like this really turns me on.” “Thank you for being so easy to share things with. I would be totally comfortable with you in any situation, even if I were naked.” With all these statements I tried to reply in a way that didn’t betray any interest. I was so fearful of her learning of my fetish that I didn’t want to seem like there was any way I was into this at all. Even without revealing my kink, I was afraid if I betrayed any interest in her she would simply ridicule me. How could a shy nerdy guy like me possibly think someone like her would be interested? Only looking back did I realize how hard she was trying, and I was completely non-receptive. Betsy and I remained friends for years after that. Every summer we continued to work at the ranch. But for the rest of the year we only ever saw each other on AOL Instant Messenger. We never officially dated, hooked up, or anything like that. The most physically intimate thing we ever did was hold hands. I never revealed my fetish to her, even though we frequently talked about her kinks. After that night, she seemed to have no issue openly discussing her fetishes and fantasies with me. Eventually there were a couple other occasions where I was lucky enough to witness her peeing, but that night was by far the most memorable. When the video game The Sims came out, we discussed at great lengths how the characters could have accidents in the game. Inspired, we decided to try and make our own game, much like The Sims, only centered on different fetishes. It would be an open world sandbox game where your character could move around the community, engage in different kinks, and develop relationships. We made a lot of progress in developing that game. All the core mechanics were in place and most of the graphics were finished. As the game crept closer to completion, we decided to create a company to sell it under. The name of our company was going to be Fuzzy Squirrel Productions, after my rodent identity from our band at the ranch. The whole world seemed to fall apart then. There were the 9/11 terrorist attacks. In the aftermath of that we didn’t work much on our game or discuss kinks. Then I went away to college and was overwhelmed with work. We hardly ever spoke. Months went by, and I learned that she was pregnant. We talked a little bit then, but the conversation was different. There was no mention of the game we were working on, fetishes, or our time at the ranch. It was all just awkward pleasantries. Then things got even worse. As she neared the end of her pregnancy she was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer. They could try to treat it, but the treatment would almost certainly terminate her pregnancy. She chose to forego treatment, to give her baby the best possible chance at survival, even though it meant she wouldn’t be around to raise it. The baby was born healthy and adopted by a nice couple who couldn’t conceive on their own, but Betsy was quickly declining. A week before she passed away, we talked on AOL messenger one last time. Our conversation went on for hours and touched on many different subjects. I knew this would likely be the last time I ever talked to her, and it sort of seemed like if we stopped talking it would hasten her end. One of the things we talked about was Fuzzy Squirrel Productions. She said there were lots of people like her, ashamed and embarrassed of their kink, living in fear someone might find out. She told me I had a gift, that I was good at making people feel accepted and normal, even if they were into something everyone else thought was gross. Someday, she told me, she wanted me to create something that would help people like her feel normal and accepted. Even though the game never got finished, it was her desire to not treat kinks as something to be ashamed of that I carried forward in starting HD Wetting and HD Diapers. For all the fetish content I have produced, the one constant is that I always try to show the fetishes as something that can be a normal part of someone’s life. Of course I named my company Fuzzy Squirrel Productions, just as Betsy and I had planned as teenagers. An old western town lay asleep in the sun Of a long summer day that was then almost done. The shadows were long and the horses stood 'round Sort of restin' one leg and their head hangin' down. Two cow punchers down at the "Last Chance" saloon Was tryin' to sing. They was both out of tune. At one end of the street that was dusty and narrow A scratchin' the dirt was some chickens and sparrows. The dogs slept in the shade and the people they strolled Like they felt plum contented in body and soul. If you looked just a little way off to the west You could see the high mountains with snow on their crest. The shadows of clouds drifted over the flat And it sure made a right purty picture at that. A drunken cow puncher was ready to go And he figured he'd aught to put on a big show. He spurred and he hollered and shot his six gun, And he aimed to take out with his horse on the run; But he didn't remember his cinches was slack Until after he got his old pony ontracked. That cow horse he started to buck and to bawl And got rid of that cow puncher saddle and all. And before that drunk waddy got clear of the wreck He was bit by two dogs, which he didn't expect. The horse he bucked into a long hitchin' rack Where a team was hitched to a wagon raired back. They lit out a draggin' the old rattle trap And swingin' the broke ends of two hitchin' straps. A whole lot of people come from everywhere The sparrows and chickens they took to the air. The kids made for cover, the women all screamed And the dogs was all chasin', that runaway team. A feller run out like some fool always did A yellin' and jumpin' and wavin' his lid. When the horses got close the man lost his nerve. He got out of the way but he made the team swerve. They tore down the porch posts in front of the store. They busted the window and several things more. They was off of their feet when at last they got stopped Piled up in a heap with the wagon on top. They was fast in the harness, one horse nearly strangled, But the crowd went to work and they got 'em untangled, But just when they started to take 'em away The storekeeper come out with plenty to say. His place had been wrecked, but what made it worse still The man with the team owed the store man a bill. He swore he would take it all out of his hide He shore wasn't bluffin, he got in and tried. But most of the citizens present they reckoned That the storekeeper come off a mighty poor second. The town marshall come with his badge and his gun Just in time for a drink 'cause the whole thing was done. The sun soon went down. Then a few golden streaks From the afterglow showed on the snowy peaks. The kerosene lamps shed a soft yellow light Where the town folks was cookin' their supper that night. 'Twas a real western night with no fog or no haze The stars hung in clusters so bright that they blazed. Some neighbors they gathered to visit and talk You could hear the slow foot steps along the board walk. There sprung up a soft gentle breeze from the west One after another the lights went to rest And the curtain of night settled quietly down On that best of all places, and old western town.
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  17. Some of the best poses I've tried are awesome! Probably not a pose, but it's always nice to start by sitting, and fucking your knees to your chest as best you can (this is insanely hard with a full bladder, so it's good warmup). Hmmm.... Check out this link for some actual yoga poses that are supposed to make you pee 😅 https://erinjanus.weebly.com/blog/5-yoga-poses-thatll-make-you-pee-a-little I hope these help a little 🙂
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  18. Hey all! I actually had written this bit when I wrote part two but I want to give a heads up for those who aren't into it that there is a lot of messing in this one. And in order to compensate for the fact I know a lot of you aren't into that, I waited until I had another scenario written up with no messing and only wetting that you can skip to. I tried to post this as two separate posts but it always combines the two, so I'll bold when this part is over and you're safely in the next one. Hannah and Holly were in my social studies final. I had wondered if they both had the shrimp in my music “final” and used my vision. Hannah… 50% bladder capacity, 70% bowel capacity. That was definitely unusual, maybe she had it and it was filling up faster than expected. Holly… 60% bladder capacity and 75% bowel capacity. I was surprised she didn’t go to the bathroom at least to pee… 60% is when I start seeing girls go, especially before a long final. Maybe one or both weren’t comfortable pooping at school. I guess Holly, with her reputation as a real “mean girl”, didn’t want to be seen stinking up a bathroom. I was in the back of the room and Hannah sat in front of me while Holly sat to my right. Holly was wearing a denim miniskirt and the chair was one of those “connected desk” chairs where the arm of the desk blocked one side, so she sat down facing me and then swung herself around to face the front. When she did, my horny self (I couldn’t help it after lunch!) peeked and saw a glimpse of red underwear. Pushing aside my pervy thoughts, I got started on the final. The first half of the final was without event. The final was all essays, so I stopped to take a second and rest my hand, which was cramping. I casually glanced up and saw Hannah at 65% and 85%. I didn’t see any outward sign of desperation, though. I stole a glance to my right and saw Holly cross-legged and a bit hunched over. I couldn’t tell if that was because of her concentration or her stomach, but I could see she was at 75% and 90%. That was starting to get dangerously high, and it got high pretty fast - it must have been from the morning food. She must have been uncomfortable, but part of me really liked the thought that this stuck up rude hot chick was desperate to poop. She was the kind of person who acted like “her shit don’t stink” as some might say, and I was just a little bit hoping to find proof that was not true. I know, I know - it’s so mean of me. In my defense, she truly was a mean girl. I mean, plenty of popular kids were nice people who just had the “in” with the other popular kids (aka the rich ones), but Holly reveled in her status. In 9th grade, she actually made fun of a guy who wet himself in gym class (I mean, we all did, we were teens and not mature people at all, but she was particularly mean) and would only refer to him as PPP for Pee Pants Phil since, so there was some karmic justice going on. She also had an ugly tendency to laugh at non-popular kids who would talk to her, whether it be a misguided attempt to ask her out or just simply being paired with her as lab partners in science. She didn’t take the bus and drove a BMW to school. Like, she’s a secondary antagonist in a comic book or something. I really hope she grew up and matured, but probably fortunately I never saw her after high school. Okay, that’s totally off the point. The point was, not just for my own perverse interests, I liked the fact that I knew she was struggling with the most embarrassing thing she could be dealing with for someone like her. And now I had spent five minutes not working on my exam but daydreaming about karmic justice. I quickly went back to my essay. Fifteen minutes later, I heard something from my right I never thought I would hear. It was a loud fart. Like, I jumped a little because it was so loud. Just a loud, short, quick to the point blatant fart. It wasn’t wet or long or whistle-y, like it was a surprise and immediately cut off. Everyone started to giggle and the teacher had to hush us all and acted like nothing happened. We were in the back, so no one could really pinpoint where it was from… but I knew. I looked right and saw Holly, legs tightly crossed, hunched over, writing furiously and acting like nothing happened but her ears were as bright red as her hair. 95% bowel capacity… we had a ways to go, Holly. It’s not looking good for you. I was fortunately wrapping up. Another ten minutes and I set down my pencil, shaking out my hand. At this point, it was a ritual. Look up - Hannah at 75% and 90%. In fact, I saw the first signs of desperation as she crossed her leg and subtly rocked her butt to the left, lifting her right cheek. I didn’t hear anything, but I’m pretty sure I knew what happened. The next step was to look right. Holly was still writing furiously and her legs were tightly crossed while bouncing furiously up and down. If she kept this up, her skirt would ride up. 85% and 98%... it wasn’t looking good for her. In fact, she tried to pull the same move as Hannah, but what came out was a high-pitched whistle that lasted a couple seconds. The class laughed again, but the teacher was quick to silence everyone. Most were still knee-deep in their essays, so everyone got back to business. Between the two farts, I could smell just the faintest smell, but I didn’t know which responsible party I was smelling. Holly stopped to look around anxiously and I quickly pretended to be looking over my essay. She bought the gambit and assumed no one was looking at her. I side-eyed her and was amazed to see her subtly lifting up her denim skirt. Red full-cut panties were on full display. I realized why - she stuck her left hand directly in her crotch. This was like Alex all over again. Her desperate bowels and bladder must have been affecting each other; I wouldn’t have thought 86% was worth it, but maybe lessening the pee desperation made it easier to hold your poop. I didn’t know, I was fortunate not to have been in her situation. I almost started to feel bad for her, then I remembered Pee Pants Phil. Was Holly going to make the same call as Alex? First of all, pooping yourself is objectively more embarrassing. Second, Holly was probably smarter than Alex, but certainly less studious and more obsessed with her reputation. Then again, we weren’t allowed to leave the final early, but what would they do if she ran out, fail her? Hold her back a grade? That would be absurd. I guess everyone would likely deduce she had farted, but that’s less embarrassing than shitting yourself. This was probably the exact same train of thought she was having. That was when I heard the type of fart that would scare you if you had it. The wet one. The one that makes you go, “Did I just… shit myself?” Admit it, some of us have done it. I have. Many heavy drinkers have too, I bet. Well, the nice thing about my power is I can confirm. Holly’s number went from 98% to 96%. She was frozen still, hand in crotch. The next thing I saw was crazy. Her bladder went from 87% to 84%. She must have leaked in sympathy with her bowels, or maybe in surprise at herself. People started laughing again, and somebody broke the rules and said out loud, “Man, who’s out here shitting themselves?” The teacher came down hard on him and took his final (which was probably close to done, anyway) and made him leave the class. That shut everyone else up, but Holly was in a serious conundrum. At this point, we had around 15 minutes left. If she left early, everyone would know why. I did not envy her. I wonder how Hannah felt, knowing someone was doing worse than her. Other than a silent fart, jiggling and tightly crossed legs, you would never know Hannah was in the same boat. Holly eventually finally put down the pencil. She clearly could not deal with the idea that people would know it was her… because she stayed seated. She pulled her hand out of her crotch (and it was glistening!) and gripped each side of the chair, grinding her butt down. She was back up to 98% and 87%. The minutes ticked by. 99% and 90%. Five minutes left and it was at 100% and 95%. Her poop desperation must have been jacking up her piss desperation. She was at her limit. If it was a solid load, she would probably be turtleheading. But, unfortunately for her, it was not a solid load. What happened next was so incongruous to what Holly looked like, this uppity rich preppy girl. I heard a strange groan come from inside of her and suddenly just the wettest sounding squelch. It actually wasn’t too loud, so maybe no one but me really noticed, but her face was of sheer panic. 100% dropped to 99%, but there was no stopping it now. Instinct took over and she lifted her butt slightly off the chair and I watched in fascination as everything just evacuated out of her. It was the worst possible shit she could take in public. It was wet-sounding, there were farts, it was clearly soft and maybe a bit liquidy, you know, food poisoning shits. I saw her red panties grow in chunks and could even see the brown discoloration. Unsurprisingly, she began peeing freely, as well, which collected on her seat and began trickling down to the ground. In the silence of the final, it was so loud and obvious. Her face was buried in her hands as it went on for probably only 15 seconds of pooping, but it felt like eternity. At this point, there was no way for the teacher to shush the students, and everyone looked around and could clearly see Holly, skirt up, red panties wet (from the front) with a puddle everywhere, the sounds clearly coming out of her body. The peeing went on as she just… let it all out. It probably went on for 45 seconds or a minute. The food poisoning liquid shit was done, but to my surprise, I heard a soft crackling as the rest of her poop slowly came out, enlarging the bulge from the size of a clementine to the size of an orange. She didn’t move the whole time, and the whole class just stared at her. The teacher was staring at her in shock. The rudest student, the preppiest girl, the rich girl… she was as gross as all of us. Probably grosser at this moment. When she was finished, I looked at the numbers. 0% bladder… 30% bowels. She probably hadn’t let everything out, understandably. She also was lifting her ass over a giant yellow (and a little bit brown) puddle with a wet bulge. Everyone was dead silent in surprise. Holly made the first move and slowly inched herself out of the chair, an awkward movement when you can’t sit your butt down. She stood up and pulled her skirt down, covering herself. Funnily enough, the thick denim meant the bulge wasn’t really visible (when she walked, you could kind of tell it got caught on something) and didn’t immediately get wet, since it wasn’t really getting pressed into her very wet panties. She took her final and handed it silently to the teacher before walking stiffly out the classroom, still silent in shock. The moment she left, someone pulled out their phone and began furiously texting. The teacher shouted, “Hey! No phones!” “I’m sorry, I just have to text Phil!!!” Everyone started laughing and then even the teacher couldn’t silence us. Fortunately, the bell rang shortly after so we all left, chattering excitedly about what happened to the girl no one could attack until now but about half of us really didn’t like. I looked at Hannah, finally, having been distracted for the past few minutes. She was at 85% and 97%. It was desperate, definitely, but she could easily go to the bathroom across the hall and make it. I was a little disappointed, but how could I complain after these past two days? Hannah grabbed her things and hurriedly walked out the door. I didn’t even bother following, knowing she would be headed straight to the bathroom. I grabbed my things, said bye to a few friends, and then headed to the bus to go home. I was one of the last people on board the bus and I scanned around for seats. I wasn’t very close to most of the people on my bus, so I didn’t exactly feel comfortable sitting right next to some of these kids. All of the seats had at least one person on them… then I saw someone in the back. Hannah. I had talked to her a few times, ridden by her before, and I always had a bit of a thing for her, so I decided that was my best bet. I walked over and motioned to the seat next to her. “Hey. All the seats are taken, mind if I sit here?” She stiffened for a second but then nodded. Did I do something wrong? Was she repulsed by me? I was a perverse teenage dude, so that’s fair if so. But, I realized, the answer was obvious. I looked at her numbers… 90% and 98%. What. The. Hell. She didn’t even use a bathroom before getting on the bus. Was she afraid of missing it? Was she the kind of girl that never used school bathrooms? And now I was sitting RIGHT next to her. I could not believe my luck. I tried to act normal, like I didn’t know what was going on. “How was that exam? I thought my hand was going to fall off writing that much.” Hannah was hunched over with her legs tightly crossed. “Yeah… It was rough…” She was clearly not in the mood to be a big talker. In fact, I could hear her stomach gurgling. Fortunately for her, though, the bus roared to life and took off. It was a rear engine bus, so it drowned out any stomach noises. In fact, being in the back, I had to shout to be heard. “I forgot how loud the back of the bus is!” Hannah just nodded. I couldn’t tell if that was because of how inane my comment was or her own situation. We rode a few minutes in silence before I suddenly smelled… a fart? Shit? I looked over. Hannah was still a little hunched over with her legs crossed, but her bowels were at… 90%. Wow. She must have lost control, but I heard nothing with the engine directly behind us. I couldn’t believe she was just sitting there, acting like nothing was wrong, but I guess what could she do? It smelled pretty rancid, given that it was likely the not-so-solid food poisoning type, but I liked Hannah and certainly was enjoying the situation, so I acted like I didn’t notice anything. A couple minutes later, though, someone else a couple seats up commented. “Damn, it smells like ass, who farted?” Fortunately, no one looked to the back row and the students further up all began heatedly arguing amongst themselves. I turned to Hannah and joked, “It wasn’t me, I swear!” She smiled weakly and shouted over the engine noise, “Don’t worry, I believe you.” She then winced and her hand moved rapidly from her side to by her crotch, though she stopped herself from holding herself. I feigned ignorance. “Are you okay?” She looked up, a face of despair. “I… uhh…” She leaned in so she wouldn’t have to yell. “I have to go to the bathroom.” It was clear that was what she was going to tell me, but I didn’t exactly have a response planned. I tried to look comforting. I leaned in so I wouldn’t have to shout, either. I couldn’t believe I was this close to a sort of crush of mine as they were having an accident. “Hey, no judgement from me. Nothing that happens to you could be worse than what happened to Holly…” I thought that might cheer her up, but it seemed to have induced a slight panic. I glanced down and saw a small wet spot form on her crotch before she immediately covered it with her hand. “Don’t remind me of her! I mean, she’s kinda mean, so I don’t think anyone is gonna feel too bad for her, but that sucks no matter who you are!” I felt a little bad about my earlier vindictiveness, hearing Hannah’s reasonableness. “You’re right. But I’m just saying. Don’t you live out in the boonies? You’re the last stop! You could literally have an accident and no one would notice.” Hannah rolled her eyes. “It also means I have to wait the longest… I don’t want to have an accident either way!” I nodded. “Yeah, I hear that. Well, just know that I won’t judge if you do have an accident.” Hannah rolled her eyes again, but her facial expression softened just a little bit. “Small comfort.” We rode on in silence for a couple more minutes while I stole glances at her. Her bladder percentage went down a couple times, and I looked down to see the wet spot had grown to be larger than her hand could cover. As I looked, it darkened and grew again, going a couple inches down her thighs and wider than an orange. She was rocking slightly with her eyes closed, concentrating on breathing normally, so she didn’t notice me staring. I was getting rather uncomfortable myself, and I placed my backpack over my crotch. She opened her eyes so I hurriedly looked away, but I side-eyed and saw her bladder was at 85% now and her bowels were inching back up to around 92%. We still had a few more minutes before my stop, though, and she had a whole half an hour. That and the exhaustion from holding it on both ends must have had her at her limit, though, because I saw her subtly lean over to her left buttcheek, lifting her right one in the air and unintentionally putting her face near mine. She was staring straight ahead, though, so I glanced over and realized what she was doing - letting it out! Her bowels slowly inched down, 91%, 90%, 89%... then suddenly dropped to 70%. I couldn’t even imagine… a turd curling up in her tight jeans. Would a bulge show? She must have gone for broke, though, because it dropped again. 69%, 68%... 40%. She slowly, gingerly lowered herself back to a normal seating position. Her facial expression was one of disgust, probably feeling her poop flatten and spread. I could definitely smell it. This didn’t smell as rancid - it smelled like a solid, regular load. I could not believe this attractive girl shit herself while sitting right next to me. It drove me crazy. Thank god my backpack was on my lap. If I could have seen her butt, I would have probably made a mess in my own pants. As it was, my fantasizing was on a whole other level at this point. I pretended nothing was amiss, though, and turned to look at her. “How are you holding up?” She jumped a little, clearly lost in concentration from before, and her ears and cheeks burned bright red. “Oh… ummm… Okay.” I leaned in to talk quieter. “You gonna make it? You can stop at my house. I don’t drive to school but I know how to drive, I could drive you home after.” Hannah groaned. She whispered, “Where was that offer ten minutes ago?” “Wait… what?” “Oh. I mean. Um… I would have tried harder to hold it. I… uh… leaked.” So… she wasn’t going to admit to shitting herself. I didn’t blame her. She didn’t know me that well. She was a pretty reserved person. Getting her to admit that much was… maybe unintentionally manipulative of me, but it wasn’t my logical brain making the decisions. She removed her hand and I looked down. “Oh… ooohh. I mean… well… don’t hurt yourself. Just let it out. No one will notice.” She shook her head. “I thought about it… but… I can’t. I really can’t. I can’t just give up completely.” “Well, you definitely are not gonna make it if you’re already leaking. Want to stop at my place? I can give you a pair of my pants and you can do the laundry.” This was way too much friendliness from someone who isn’t a real friend, but I couldn’t pass up to try to get her to come over. “Umm… that’s okay. I appreciate it.” I mentally sighed. Turns out real life isn’t a porno, people don’t just come over to your house if you’re nice to them. Probably for the best. I was thinking like a perv, not like a normal human. “Okay, suit yourself. Next stop is mine. Your secret is safe with me.” That last sentence seemed to provide some comfort. I got up, awkwardly holding my backpack in front of me and pretended that was normal as I walked off the bus. I have no idea what happened to her after that, and last I heard she was working in a totally different part of the country, but I couldn’t help but imagine her having an accident in the back now that she was alone. She would get away with it from other students, but that bus driver would know… I would spend many a night remembering that finals week. Here's the next part, only wetting, so you're safe here if the section before isn't your thing! Freshman year of college was mostly a year of adjustments. I got along with my dorm-mates, I went to my classes and worked hard on them, but I didn’t get deep into the social life or make really close friends for most of it. In fact, I was feeling pretty lonely for most of the first semester as I had fallen out of touch with my music friends from high school. I still had some guy friends I played video games with, but I wasn’t making any new ones. My roommate, a nice but somewhat bro-y guy was always out partying, so I had the dorm room to myself a lot. First semester, I had this misguided idea that I should try to continue music, so I had auditioned for a character role in a musical. Turns out there are very few guy singers, even in a college with a music department, so I got a background role in the fall production of Les Miserables. I had hoped doing something as big as a musical would lead to making friends, but most of the people involved were music majors and already a clique and I hadn’t picked a major yet and certainly wasn’t interested in music as a career. They were all nice, but in the down time I mostly sat by myself with my thoughts. It wasn’t a total waste - it was very cool to see a production with a whole orchestra, actors/singers, stage hands, etc. come together and be a small part of it, and it gave me something to do besides classes and video games, but for the sake of these stories… there was only one moment that really stood out. And boy did it. Musicals are rough. Les Miserables is over three hours long in musical form. We had four hour rehearsals twice a week. The orchestra had separate four hour researsals twice a week and a month out we combined. There was, of course, an intermission but often it was full of frantic dress changes and stage changes and setup. I’m frankly shocked I didn’t see more desperation. Oh, certainly, I saw some stagehands in the 75%-85% range by the end of the musical, and I saw some orchestra players go home in that range, too, but that was really the stage where you tell your friends “I’m gonna piss myself if I don’t find a bathroom now” but it’s funny because you aren’t really quite at risk yet of pissing yourself yet. Besides, the orchestra players were in “the pit,” so I couldn’t even see them when we rehearsed the full thing. The actors and actresses seemed even lower, usually, probably because they plan their bathroom breaks around the musical. The ones that could used intermission and the ones that couldn’t made sure they weren’t drinking too much water and were empty right before it began. No one wants to run around stage dancing and belt out the loudest singing they could with a full bladder. Plus, not every performer had to be in every scene. Really, statistically, the crew and the orchestra were the ones stuck not visiting the bathroom for three hours. And yet, didn’t see any real desperation out of them, aside from the occasional foot tap or crossed leg. That’s why I was so surprised during our final performance to see Lina rush in to pre-performance rehearsal at 70% capacity for her bladder. I had talked to Lina a few times during rehearsal. She was very nice and quite attractive, too, looking like Broadway performer Laura Osnes but a bit more muscular and bigger (especially in the legs!) because she was a dance major, like this lady. She played Fantine, a really important role but one that only needed to be on stage for the first few scenes (Anne Hathaway played her in the movie, for all you movie-goers). Fantine was a tough role, but Lina was a good cast. She was extremely studious - I once, in making small talk, brought up how calculus was kicking my ass only for her to talk me through what we were going over so she could give advice because she had taken college calculus her junior year. She also used to play an instrument and, like me, wasn’t even a music major - she was a dance major. She was just doing this as an extracurricular and was so good she beat out the actual music majors to one of the critical roles. She took it very seriously but was so nice the often catty music majors didn’t even begrudge her the role. A small detail about Fantine that made the role a pain in the ass was the costume changes. She has back to back to back costume changes - first, as a factory worker, in a blue dress like the left, second her street walker outfit, like this, and third, a simple white nightgown like this. She had the fastest costume changes, and as such, her costumes were literally just left hanging stage left and she would exit one scene, rip off her dress, and throw on the new one. In an almost-professional production like this, no one batted an eye at seeing someone in their underwear off-stage between performances, but I couldn’t help but check out her athletic and muscular dancer body. She always wore a very plain tan full cut panties and tan bra for the performances, probably so it would be generally invisible. I was in the ensemble, so I was in her first scene and her third scene, but not the second or last. I would spend the second scene, like many of the ensemble, milling around off-stage, and that meant I was right by her as she changed between scenes two and three. Pre-performance rehearsal was just going over some trouble spots and it took about an hour before we had to get ready. I kept an eye on Lina, who slowly went from 70% to 85%. She didn’t go to the green room, where the bathroom was, though. She waited on stage left for the prologue. I guess she had to be in the first scene after the prologue, so she didn’t want to be delayed, though personally I thought she would have plenty of time. I had to go on stage, so I lost track of her, but when it was her time to come out on stage, I saw she was up to 90%. I was fortunate all I had to do was stand in the back and look tough (I was a foreman or something in that scene), because I was so distracted. Imagine having to pee badly in front of an audience of hundreds. Imagine the spotlight on you. And yet… she didn’t look distracted in her role at all. She was a factory worker. She wa bullied by the other workers and fired. She encapsulated that fear, the anxiety, and she sung her heart out. You would never even know… except when she was pushed off by a foreman as she was fired, I saw it. It went from 91% back to 90%. The smallest of leaks. She then had to sing her solo. “I Dreamed a Dream.” A heart wrenching, sad, beautiful, belting solo. You would not even know if I hadn’t seen with my powers what had happened. It was amazing. I was standing right off stage and watching, entranced. It went from 90%... to 91%... to 92%... and she kept singing. I was the only person who caught her desperation, and it was because I was watching so intently. At the last long note… (this moment, and you should watch Les Miserables if you haven’t… actually you shouldn’t you’ll have a girlfriend who will make you watch it and you’ll spend the whole time thinking this is overrated while she cries her eyes out), she cut off the word seem just ever so slightly early. And I saw why. The exertion dropped her from 93% to 92%. No one noticed. She got a standing ovation. She rushed off stage and I subtly positioned myself to be right where she changed. She ripped off her workers’ dress over her head and I saw her tan underwear from the back. Not a sign of a leak. But she bent over to pick up her next dress and I saw… right at the crotch, a dark spot. No one who wasn’t looking would have noticed. But I knew. I had to go on stage for the next scene, too, so I quickly put the thought out of my mind before I would have the most embarrassing scene in the musical and we went forward with the next scene. Poor Lina had to be pushed around so much in this scene, running around the stage. I could see… It would go up to 95%, then 94%. Then 95%. 96%. 95%. She was letting out the smallest of leaks, often when being pushed, having to run, singing a high note. I had to imagine her underwear was soaked at this point. Maybe a couple droplets on the stage. But she kept going admirably. We headed off stage and I didn’t have to go back on for several scenes, but I stood right by where Lina would change for her final scene before the ending. I acted like I was there to watch the next scene, but really, I was watching Lina as she ran off stage. She ripped off her dress, and this time I saw the wet spot clearly as it climbed somewhat up her butt. I could see a couple trails along her muscular legs before she threw on her final outfit, a white nightgown. The crew wheeled out a bed for her final scene and she threw herself in before the lights came back on, covering herself in a blanket. How lucky, I thought. She could cover her lower half. Would she have to take advantage? I watched as the scene went on. The number kept going up, not down. 96%. 97%. 98%. Not a sign from her about her desperation. Perfectly acted, perfectly sang. A sad, sad song leading up to her death. Oh. Uh. Spoilers. I knew exactly where she would be when she got out. I feel bad looking back, but I was on a mission and was using my powers for my own benefit. I headed to the green room and pretended to look around for my phone. Everyone else was backstage, waiting for their various scenes, but I didn’t have one for probably half an hour. Suddenly, the door burst open and Lina came in, finally showing a sign of desperation. I looked up. She froze, surprised to see me, and threw one leg around the other and stood there. Her hands were holding the bottom of her nightgown and she was halfway done pulling them up so I could see the bottom of her underwear, which had a large and obvious wet spot. I stood up and acted like nothing was normal. “Lina! You did so well!” She opened her mouth to reply but I saw the number hit 100% and then plummet. I looked down and saw as she stood, frozen, peeing in full force in front of me, trickles turning into rivers down her crossed legs, a puddle growing and growing. It had to have gone on for a minute and a half. Her bladder must be huge. I was in awe. We both just stood there in silence. I had to act normal! I had to not show that this was the best thing I had seen all freshman year! “Oh… I’m so sorry... “ She sighed, resigned. She said, “Ugh, don’t worry, it was bound to happen. I had to pee since before rehearsal.” She pulled off her nightgown. I was happy about this, but I said, “Oh, uh... do you want some privacy?” She replied, ever the professional, “I just can’t get that wet, I need to wear it in the last scene. Could you actually do me a huge favor and make sure I didn’t get anything on there? I know that’s super gross but… I need to take this off and dry myself off.” I was secretly very happy to do this and agreed. The dress, however, was completely dry and none of her leaks got to it. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, could I get that back? I’ve dried myself off and don’t wanna step out with everything just hanging out, ya know.” A sight I would have loved to see, but I gave her the dress through the cracked door without sneaking a peek. I then grabbed some paper towels from the green room’s sink area and crouched down to clean up Lina’s puddle. It was acrid and very yellow and… well… I was enjoying myself, to be honest. Lina stepped out. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m sorry, it’s super gross and my fault I can clean it.” “Please, Lina, you’re the star, I got this. We’re professionals! Sort of.” She laughed. “Thanks, dude. I appreciate it.” I had to ask. “So… uh… if I may ask, why didn’t you go before the rehearsal?” She shook her head. “Ugh. I’m so stupid. I had class this morning and I should have skipped it but I didn’t and the professor went long so I had to run straight to make-up and costume. The make-up took forever and by the time it was done I had to run here.” I threw away the paper towels and nodded in sympathy. “That sucks. Well, you killed it and no one but me knows. It’s actually more impressive how good you were given the situation.” She smiled. “Thanks. That makes me feel a little better.” We went our separate ways after that. We never became friends who hung out, but any time we saw each other on campus ever since we would stop and say hi and catch up for a couple minutes. I always enjoyed her company, and she seemed perpetually grateful for my help and my zipped lips. She went on to become a broadway dancer. I wonder if she ever had other accidents or close calls as a professional… I felt a little guilty she was grateful for something I had sort of taken advantage of, but… well… all’s well that ends well. Oh wait, that’s Shakespeare.
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  19. I really like pushing my body to its limits when it comes to desperation. Having a bulging, rock-hard bladder while trying desperately to hold my pee (even after it becomes painful) is the best feeling in the world ?
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    I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy! pee_Trim.mp4
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  21. The Dedication For @Bangarang - you asked for a woman hogging the bathroom while a man really needs to get in there. Well the original story I started writing is still a Work-In-Progress - but this one kinda fits your prompt. So till Karen's Karma gets here, I hope you enjoy this ? The Desperation Scale I decided to define my scale in terms of what a person with an average bladder and no shyness would do at this fullness on a long road trip - that's a situation we can all sympathize with after all. And I started at 5, because who cares about fullness till they actually need to pee? 5 - You would stop at the first rest stop you see on the way 6 - You google the nearest rest stop and drive there, even if it is not in the way 7 - You look for the fastest option - a deserted road will do. 8 - You're going behind the next largish bush you see. 9 - Bursting. You will pull over to piss right now - modesty be damned. 10 - The only reason you're still holding is because there's a cop waiting to ticket you for sex crime if you pull it out. You've minutes before it comes out, with or without your permission. The Story Kyle had always thought his large bladder was a blessing. Even as a kid, his natural capacity had saved him embarrassment a load of times. In his early adulthood, he had recognized the benefits of being able to delay taking a piss - from never missing a minute of concerts and football matches, to being able to calmly outwait your opponent at negotiations, never needing to succumb to a bursting bladder was a brilliant superpower. As a result, he had gone about improving his bladder capacity - and at 25, he rarely, if ever, peed more than twice a day. He would take a piss after he woke up around 6am - to start the day nice and empty. Then he would go on his daily 4km run - the flat abdomen, the toned legs and trim build didn't come easy after all. Shower, breakfast with the inevitable cup of coffee, and then cycle an hour to office. By the time he reached office, he has usually consumed at least a litre of water thanks to all the exercises. He keeps well hydrated through out the day - mostly on water. By the time he is done with his day, typically around 4pm, his bladder feels stretched out. 10hrs and 3 liters of liquids would do that to a man. He still waits till he gets home though - why use dirty urinals if you can use a clean one? After years of practice, his bladder capacity is around 2 litres - and he usually pees between 1500-1600mL once he gets home. So no, he is never really desperate - though he is often uncomfortably full, a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen accompanying him home every evening. A man in the middle of 7/10 zone you could say. Even on the days he goes out drinking with his mates in the evening, he rarely needs to pee before bed. He waits till morning - never liked giving in to his bladder anyway. So yeah, he had the peeing thing all figured out. Till right about now.He had picked up Ruby, his girlfriend, from the airport directly after office yesterday. Taken her to a nice, romantic dinner. Gone dancing and bar hopping afterwards. Had a great time actually.Knowing he wouldn't get home till at least 10pm, he had policed his liquid intake throughout the day - determined to avoid using a public toilet. Not that he had to police it too much - especially later in the night he had drunk with abandon, knowing his bladder will make it home safe. Under a lot of pressure, but safe. And the plan had worked out perfectly fine. Really, it had.He had delayed taking his morning piss till after his run. If truth be told, he was bursting by the time he made it back - he could feel the pee sloshing around his bladder with each step he took by then. Apparently his body wasn't used to holding so early in the morning. But he had made it through the 4kms and didn't exactly have to rush to the toilet. There might have been frequent stops to cross his legs and squeeze his dick shut during the run. But there was no one to see anyway. And the pleasure when his bladder finally relaxed properly (30 seconds that felt like hours) and the pee started gushing out of him, deflating his bladder? That could only be described as orgasmic! As a man who permitted himself to pee only twice a day, Kyle knew how underrated the pleasure of a much needed pee was. He quickly crossed his legs, groaning softly, as pain shot through his bladder. Thinking of your last piss, while almost pissing yourself, is a terrible idea. He kneaded his dick, hoping he could last till the bathroom was free. Probably for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure he would. His entire length was tingling with the need to pee - he has never been this desperate in his life. But then, he has never gone 24 hours without a pee either.He gulped down his pride and knocked on the door. "Hey, you nearly done?" he managed to croak in a trembling voice"Someone's impatient" came Ruby's teasing response.Oh, if only she knew! He couldn't even stand straight - the weight of his bladder pulling him down. He had been standing here, legs crossed, bent double, hands firmly on his crotch, for nearly 10minutes now. Hearing the shower running was torture for Kyle's poor bladder. But he couldn't move away - he had barely managed to walk the 20 steps from his bed to the bathroom without wetting himself. If he had to move his legs even an inch apart, he would wet himself. He just knew it."Babe, I really need to pee" he admitted. He had never had to admit to a need to pee - even as a child, his parents would be the ones admitting a need and taking a rest stop before he became too desperate. But desperate times call for desperate means. He was minutes away from completely wetting himself. By a miracle he hadn't leaked yet - probably the finger against his pee-hole helped (After 5 minutes of waiting outside the door, he had bid goodbye to decorum and kept a finger busy firmly rubbing the tip of his cock. He was naked and cluctching his dick for dear life anyway. What difference would a finger make! The friction had felt heavenly. But the relief had been short-lived - his bladder was way over capacity)"Well, should have peed before bed" she responded a little sarcastically.Ya, he should have. Any normal human being would have. But for the first time, his large bladder had gotten him in to trouble. After that orgasmic morning pee, he had restricted his liquid intake throughout the working day. As a result, when 4pm came around, he was a 5/10 rather than his normal 6/10, inching towards 7/10. When he sat down for dinner at 6:30pm, he was still doing pretty well - just a 6/10. The two glasses of wine and two of water accompanying dinner notwithstanding, when Ruby excused herself to go pee before they left, he hadn't been tempted at all. He was just entering the 7/10 zone - he would be fine.He had let himself drink freely once they went to the disco - he knew the movement would work in his favor if he did start needing a pee, and he would be home soon. By 9:30pm he was at a solid 8/10. Thank goodness for dancing and superb bladder control. His spinchter had no problem holding back the waves - though without his training, or if he was forced to be absolutely still with legs spread apart, he would probably have wet himself.Ruby had excused herself again, but Kyle had decided to reduce his drinking rather than give in to his urges. He couldn't refuse to drink completely - after all, bar hopping had been the point - but he refused the beers and went for shots. 15ml, even drank 5 times, is a lot less than 750.However the diuretic effects were not. As his bladder could attest right now - after they had 7 or 8 hours of sleep to work their "wonder".Still, when they stumbled home at 10:30pm, Kyle had been in control. Ruby had waddled quickly to the toilet - murmuring she was "bursting for a wee". Kyle, in spite of his bladder reaching a very uncomfortable 9/10, had been a gentleman and let her go first. Entering their bedroom, he had merely rubbed his lower abdomen and promised it relief soon. There was a dull ache and a steady pressure at the base of his penis and he had to keep his thighs close together - but he was literally 20 steps away from a toilet. And not like he was unused to controlling his bladder. What could go wrong?Well, a lot actually. Kneading his dick wasn't doing it any more, neither was frantically rubbing against his pee-hole. He could feel a few drops slide out of his tightly clenched spinchter and rush across his urethra. He could feel the dampness against his fingers. Fuck, he couldn't believe this - he was wetting himself!With every ounce of will power he had, he managed to stop the flow. The pain in his rock hard bladder was intense. The waves that hit the base of his dick every few seconds, felt like someone was beating his bladder with a hammer. He looked around the room, looking for any receptacle that would hold at least some of the pee waiting to gush out. Unfortunately there was none. Fortunately though, the shower had stopped - Ruby must come out soon. But he didn't have more than a minute left in him. As he had found out during his "training", once he started leaking, it was impossible for him to stop, or hold back for longer than a minute or two.Oh, why hadn't he peed last night? Oh yes, the curse of a large bladder.As he changed in to pyjamas, his bladder had gratefully bulged outwards, finally free of the restricting jeans. He was so used to his jeans digging in to his bladder, he hadn't even consciously noted the pressure till it was removed. His need to pee immediately reduced back to 8/10 - apparently as a thank you from his overworked bladder. Or, given later events, may be a fuck you.Ruby had come out looking much relieved and enveloped him in a hug. The hug had escalated to frantic kissing - the kissing becoming slow and lingering only once the clothes had come off. All thoughts of peeing had disappeared in the ectasy of finally having her close again (and having space for his bladder to expand hadn't hurt). Sparks had flown on their bed for the next hour - he could swear to that.What hadn't flown out was the veritable flood in his bladder. When they had finally collapsed in each other's arms, he had felt a sharp jolt from his bladder, reminding him of the long held back piss. But he had Ruby in his arms, and it was warm, and post-sex cuddles were the best thing in the universe. Though he was at a 9/10 by then, he knew he could wait some more. Crossing his legs and manouevering his bloated bladder to a slightly more comfortable position he had decided to wait "just 5 more minutes".And fallen asleep. He had woken up with a very desperate urge to pee, at 6:30am. Today. Almost 24 hours worth of pee hammering against his spinchter, demanding to be let loose. He could barely think straight in his desperation - instinct guiding his hands to his cock, rubbing frantically, trying to gain some semblance of control. It was a miracle he didn't wet the bed - he had consumed five or six litres of liquids and not peed in 24hours. His bladder had definitely exceeded its 2L capacity. It had taken a few minutes for the wave to subside enough to let get out of bed. Every movement was tortuous for his over filled bladder. Even when he was training himself to hold, he had never been this desperate. It was definitely a 10/10, and only his extremely well trained muscles had kept him from pissing all over the bed and floor.He had bent double as soon as he stood up - the sudden pull of gravity nearly overcoming his tenuous hold of the floodgates. His bladder bulge was prominent and huge - made even more obvious since he hadn't bothered putting on clothes last night. He had hobbled his way to the toilet, stopping every two steps to grab himself or hold up his rock hard bladder. After what felt like hours, he had found his hand against the door knob. Looking immensely forward to the white porcelain throne, he had turned the knob. That's when he had heard the shower running and almost pissed himself again. Fuck, he couldn't believe it - after holding for almost 24-hours, his body really wasn't in a state to hold it till Ruby finished her shower. He almost screamed in frustration. Oh, he needed to pee so so bad! How could life be so unfair?He really should have splurged on the 2-bathroom apartment, he thought ruefully as he hopped from foot to foot trying to maintain some semblance of control. He thought about begging Ruby to open the door - but his pride and shame took over, and he settled for a frantic pee dance and grinding his cock against his thigh, in a desperate attempt to hold on. It wasn't doing him much good though. After 5 minutes of hearing that shower run, his desperation increased further. He hadn't thought it was possible - but now he could feel a constant wall of pressure at the base of his dick, the litres of hot piss waiting to come out. That's when he had given in and started rubbing the tip of his penis - gaining a tiny little bit of relief.Another 5 minutes had passed before he gave in and knocked. He knew he was minutes away from losing control completely - his bloated bladder producing a constant sharp ache, even though he was bent double and clenching every single muscle. He felt like there was a ton of bricks in his abdomen. There were tears in his eyes from the pain of holding a day worth of piss in. He thought he would piss any second, he thought of the exquisite relief it would bring. He nearly lost it, till conditioning and shame brought him back to reality and he focused his mind on keeping just one muscle tight. And that was 5 minutes ago now. As his fingers dampened from his leak, he croacked out "Please Ruby, I can't wait a second longer".He thought he could feel the over worked muscles loosening, slowly being forced apart, as the litres of piss dug out an escape route, cheered on by the vice-like pressure inside the bladder. If Ruby didn't open up, they would have a huge mess on the bedroom floor to clean up. Even a large bladder has a finite capacity!Something about his voice must have gotten the urgency through, because Ruby opened the door almost immediately - water dripping from her still wet body. Bent double in pain, Kyle couldn't see the concern on her face - he could think of nothing but the toilet as another few drops dribbled out. He just about managed to make it inside the bathroom as drops of pee escaped his fingers and pattered to the floor."Shit, I am sorry babe. Didn't realize it was this bad. Should have said something sooner!" Ruby apologized guiltily. Kyle couldn't even answer - every ounce of his mental power was concentrated on keeping his spinchter locked till he reached the toilet.Every step was agony - even the mincing steps he took jolted his bladder. He dimly heard Ruby saying "babe, just let it go! It's okay, I will clean it up. Just, just pee" - she could see the extreme pain he was in. But he continued stubbornly towards the toilet in slow motion, leaving only a trail of yellow drops behind him.Finally, finally he had reached the promised land. He couldn't even stand up straight - he just hunched over the toilet bowl, balancing with a hand against the flush tank and let his muscles relax. Only a few drops came out, his spinchter not believing it actually had permission to unlock. He cried out in frustration - the pain was insane, and yet here he was was getting only drops of relief.Ruby walked up to him and gently laid a hand against his shoulder. "When was the last time you peed?""7 o'clock." He croaked out. "Yesterday morning" he added through clenched teeth, as he tried forcing his muscles to relax."What!?" was the only response a shell shocked Ruby could muster."Large bladder" Kyle responded sarcastically.As Ruby rubbed soothing circles on his back, his spinchter finally relaxed enough to let a spurt out. And then another. He sighed in relief, though the relatively tiny amounts of pee leaving his bladder didn't reduce the pressure one bit. At least it was better than drops. It took a full 2 minutes before he started peeing with full force, Ruby watching the golden stream erupt from his thick penis in utter awe, hands stilled in surprise at the sheer force of the waterfall. The toilet water was frothing where it hit, little splashbacks hitting Kyle as he sprayed a gusher all over the toilet bowl. He couldn't care less - the relief was exquisite. Not like he could have slowed the stream, even if he had tried. He continued peeing at full force for 30s before his bladder even softened - and it took a good two minutes before his bladder bulge disappeared. He could feel his bladder deflate, the pain reducing as the pee flowed away - though he knew from experience the dull ache wouldn't go away for quite a while afterwards. He could live with that.A minute later, the stream had reduced to a trickle and Kyle could stand up straight again. Ruby kissed him on the mouth as his pee continued to trickle out in to the toilet bowl - the water level a good few inches above normal. When his bladder finally emptied after 24 hours, and Ruby deepened the kiss, Kyle decided Heaven did indeed exist on Earth. The Desperate Cry for Feedback You know the drill ? Please leave your comments and feedback - what worked for you, what didn't? Did you like it? Was the change of tense/time confusing? I am always looking to improve my writing!
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  22. (Sorry for my english, but it's not my native language;-) My friend invite me to the grill party on his village house. The house is located 35 km from the city center. I said him that I will use a bus to get there, becuase I want to drink alcohol. He said it's not a problem, because he and his wife are going to get there a day earlier and they can pick me up from the bus stop when I call them (the property is located 2 km from the last bus stop). So everything was clear. At this point I didn't know how long journey is waiting for me... The day when the party were going to be was a beautiful weather. In such weather I like to wear sexy clothing to get some extra attention. So I choose to wear my denim short shorts, tight white T-shirt and sport shoes. Women always smile when they see me in such an outfit. That morning I have a lot things to do, and finally I get out of time. I had to get to the outskirts of the city to get the bus which take me to destination point. That bus was going only one time every two hours. I should be on place at 3 pm, so I need to get the bus at 2:05 pm, if I would be late the next on was 4:05 pm! So I got hurry, took my backpack with clothes and shoes for bad weather and 1,5 litre bottle of water and went to the bus stop. Before leaving the house I drink a lot because of hot and I didn't used toilet since morning. I felt a need to pee, but it was't strong and to be honest I have rather strong "valves". I get the first bus which took me from my district to city center, than I took another bus to get bus loop from which the suburban bus was starting. During this ride, which took more than hour my need to pee get stronger and I was still drinking water because of hot. When the bus arrived on the loop there was only two minutes left - it was 2:03 pm! So I need to run to the suburban bus! That time I really needed to go, but in that moment I just wanted to not be late for suburban bus! I jumped to the bus, the engine was on and in a few seconds the driver started. I was happy that I get the bus in last moment, I took a seat backward to the front, so I could see the back half of the bus. Then I realized that the journey is going to take something about one hour. My desperation was getting stronger. When the bus left the city on the last bus stop before heading the motorway two teens got in. They saw me and started to giggle due to my clothing I guess. They took the seats at the end of the bus. I was nervously wriggling on my seat. Distance from the last bus stop in the city to the first one behind motorway was really big, because it took something about 15 minutes. When the bus get to village area, the road was really bad, with a lot of bumps. It wasn't helpful to my desperation! 20 minutes before destination to the bus get another four teens, which were friends the ones from the end of the bus. Now six teens were looking at me and laughing. They were talking loud about my shorts and couldn't stop to giggle. I was embarrassed, excited and desperated in the same time. It was the time to call my friend, that I'm near our meeting point. He answered the phone and was surprised! He told me that the party is cancelled, because his wife got ill, and yesterday evening he send SMS to everyone. I was shocked, because I didn't received his message. He said he is sorry because I need to get back and he can't help me. I thought that I will get off the bus on the last bus stop to go pee and then go back. I checked on my phone the timetable of the bus and I froze... The bus doesn't have any brake on the last stop! It just goes in the circle, so I would not have time to pee. Next bus comes in two hours. So I decided that I can handle it. On the last bus stop teens went out, still giggling and due to my astonishment, more than 20 people get to the bus. I was still seating on the same seat, so everybody who get to the back half of the bus could clearly see me. Opposite to me a woman in her late 40's took a seat. She wasn't attractive to and little shy, but she was watching me from time to time. I was fidgetting on my seat. My bare legs were crossed and I need to put my hand on my crotch! It was humiliating, because now everyone knew I was desperated. All the bumps on the road were like torture for me. Happily we headed the motorway and it was one of the longest 15 minutes in my life. When we got to the city again I was sure I will handle those last 10 minutes... I did but it was extremely hard. When the bus entered the loop and the driver opened the doors I started to run to the toilet. There was another surprise - the toilet was in renovation during the weekend! There was information that on the other site of the bus loop (where tramways have last and first stop) there is replacement restroom (I don't know how to explain this - just like on concerts, such a restroom looks like a watch-box, I believe You understand what I mean). So I run to that place and I couldn't believe my eyes! There was only one restroom and there was a queue! Five people were waiting - two men and two women (one with her daughter). I couldn't stand there and wait. I needed to move! There wasn't any good place to pee. The bus loop was surrounded by tree-way road from both sides. There was a lot of people everywhere and bus stops in diffrent directions. I didn't know what to do, and then I saw that the tramway is starting it's track. I thought that I can take a ride to another tram stop, where it will be posibility to empty my bladder. I get to tram and take a seat near doors. On my left side there where two young girls in they early 20's. They were trying to be polite and not to laugh from me strict in my eyes, but I knew they got fun. Only think I didn't knew was from what thay are laughing: from my clothing or from my desperation or maybe both? That time I needed to go really badly. The first few stops did not look good for peeing. We got nearer residential areas where were gas stations, cafes etc. - places where were toilets, or some bushes where I can pee. Then I felt first uncontrolable leak! I knew I was close to wetting myself. It was so humilating and so exciting! On the one site I wanted to wet myself in that tram in sight of those girls, and on the other site I was affraid and I didn't wanted to wet the seat. I decided to leave the tram on the nearest stop. I got up and stood facing the door. Those girls were behind my back now. I was so excited that I took my phone and started to record their reactions. The tram stopped and I got out, so did the girls! One of them said that they should hurry up and the other replied that three minutes will not save them. We got to the pedestrian crossing and in this moment the red light came on. One of the girls ran on the other site of the street and the other one stood next to me. Now the girls were laughing openly. I felt that another leak was hitting my tight boxer briefs. I considered to pee myself with full force to feel relief finally, but then appered the cyclist on the other site of the street and stopped next to the other girl. Over a dozen seconds later the green light came and I crossed the street. The girls turned left and I went forward. There were fountains with a couple of kids and their parents so I went further. There was a cafe and some people on the terrace. I knew that was the final stage and that right away I wet my pants uncontrolably! I went further there was small dental clinic (which was closed during weekend) in the same building in which was cafe (but on the other site). I was looking for some bushes or tree. Behind the buliding there was path and 50 meters away there was 24h shop which was open. There was no time to made good decision. Pee started to flow to my briefs! I knew that I don't have enough time to unzip my shorts and put out my penis from biefs, before pee is going to flow with full force. So I decided to seat opposite the dental clinic and to wet myself but saving my shoes... I made a short video: https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ccc5992411db Then I took walk of shame in my wet shorts, because there wasn't place to change my clothes.
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  23. A little bit about myself, i enjoy wearing outfits like this in public when people have no idea who i really am hehe. This is my story in Sanya during the school holidays, my writing is not good so please dont judge me! I took some photos of myself at the hotel. (All the photos below are taken by mobile phone remote control, except the wings taken by a local OwO) May post video soon !
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  24. Version 1.0.0

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    In this Video my gf is wetting her new bikini. After 30 seconds you see the video again in slow motion. Every drop of pee is clearly visible.
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  25. This VERY CUTE trans person on Twitter has been celebrating the UK obscenity laws being repealed recently: https://twitter.com/CookieCyboid/status/1124564543785586688 (panty wetting) https://twitter.com/CookieCyboid/status/1125273823899680768 (panty wetting + chastity cage) Let's hope for much more content like this in future!
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  26. Version 1.0.0

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    Fit looking girl films herself wetting white panties in denim shorts sat on step outside. Pity you don't see a bit more of her. No idea where this originally came from
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  27. anyone about? ive just had some tea and im feeling like a gotta go quite badly.... there may have been a little dribble 😉
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  28. Can I just say, the mental image that this forms for me is just mind-blowingly, earth-shatteringly, unmitigated, ungodly cute as fuck?
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  29. I wish I could do it with homework but then I get distracted with needing to pee and start watching videos and doing quizzes and talking to people, so I just procrastinate more 😕
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  30. Not trying to mock your art or be rude or anything, but this gave me a massive dose of nostalgia. It’s the way the characters are drawn, they remind me of the drawings I use to make in Microsoft Paint, it’s like jumping right back to 2005. Except better than anything I could’ve drawn back then or to be honest could draw now.
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  31. Wicking sports briefs, definitely. They don't get heavy or chafe when they are wet, they don't have a fly (which is symbolic more than anything else, really) and if you piss hard enough, you can piss a stream straight through them, even against gravity. The ones I like most are made by Athletic Works, and usually come in a package with black, grey and a sort of robins-egg blue.
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  32. I hope you both enjoy the edits :)
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  33. At last I had a new sighting last weekend after a long time without any luck (and it was one of my best). We were on a visit in a town in north Bavaria (Franken). After walking through the town a good time, we came to a crowded bridge (for pedestrians only) and stopped there to enjoy the sun and eating ice-cream. Beside us were a few people and a family standing and listening to a guided tour through the city (the tour guide explained something on the bridge). I saw a girl (I think she was with her brother and parents) and was thinking how nice this young girl was build, good visible in a tight light blue jeans and a white t-shirt. A few hidden looks at her could do no harm I thought and enjoyed my ice-cream (anyway I had to be careful because I was with my girlfriend there). First she was standing still with her feet 20 cm apart, giving me a nice look on her round ass. But then, something happened what immediately alerted my desperation sensors. She put her feet together, seesawed with her legs a few times and bended her knees slightly. A very unnatural position to stand. After this, she crossed her legs the one way, than the other. Not a moment later she lifted her one foot from the ground until her lower leg was in a 90 degree to her thigh. (I observed such a movement many times by desperate girls). Now I had no doubts anymore, this girl had to pee. The tour guide explained more and her attention was clearly not at his words. She checked her mobile and was standing now crossed legs the whole time. But not the causal way like some girls standing with crossed legs. Her legs were tightly crossed, her whole body was slightly bend forward so her thighs were pressed together. After this, she lifted her foot again, but this time to the front and grabbed her ankle with her other hand, standing an one leg. I nearly forgot to lick my ice-cream from pure tension and the melted cream was dropping over my fingers. The whole time I had to keep on with conversation with my girlfriend, trying to find excuses why this point is so interesting to stand there so long... Suddenly the girl changed her position and leaned on the side-wall from the bridge (there were other people leaning/sitting too). The best thing was coming now. She was holding both hand in front of her crotch, the one hand crossed over the other. Luck was on my side (and this is very rare with my sightings of desperate girls, as a rule I can say, the desperate girl is always the one who is blocked by people, vegetation, buildings, cars, benches and so on...) But on this one day in April I had a best seat view. As I was standing sideways to her, I saw how she pressed exactly two fingers (forefinger and middle finger with red painted finger nails) right in her crotch, covered from the front by her left hand. Her facial expression couldn't hide the pressure she must have felt in her bladder. She grabbed herself only a few seconds, took her hand away immediately after someone was watching to her (who could be maybe her father I guess). She kept leaning against the wall but obviously couldn't resist to grab herself again, but this time she took both hands on her inner thighs, high enough to give her crotch a short squeeze with her thumbs, paused a moment in that position and then bending forward with her body, her hand stayed on the inside of her legs until she reached her knees. Again she paused in that position a moment (her ass was leaning at the wall the whole time) after she got up again and again streaked with her fingers over her crotch for a moment after she took them away. Again she checked her mobile (maybe to look how late it was). Unfortunately the guide was finished with his explanations on that point and they left the bridge. I looked after her and saw how she tried to cross her legs while walking. It cost me much will power not to follow, if her tour was not at its end, I surely missed some good sights (maybe the best I ever witnessed), but I have a very good long time relation with a girl I love (but who knows nothing about this shade of grey from me) and I wouldn't do anything to bring this in danger. But maybe her tour was over after the bridge and she found a public toilet (there are a lot in this town). It is so rare to see a good looking young girl (who is clearly not a child anymore) in such a predicament. Her moves were so discrete, her proud to hide her desperation so strong. A girl on a city tour, together with other people/family and she felt how her need becomes stronger and stronger and she is too shy or proud to tell something about her need. Maybe they had lunch before the tour was starting and she drank too much (it was a very warm and sunny day). This is a story of my dreams. Sadly thing is, it has no end, only in my imagination. Sorry for the long text, and I hope my attempts to explain her movements very detailed worked, otherwise I had to make drawings. But as I said, such real thing are so rare, they have to be documented for the small group of desperation fans like me.
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  34. I do that often, but more because it's a holding game than as motivation. Holding it's more a distraction while working than motivation for me. I just can't concentrate on work if I had to pee badly.
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  35. Finally had a chance to write more of these up. Heres my next one: The student nurse My son had been experiencing some difficulties and a referral was put in to a specialist mental health nursing team. For a few months they cane to the house to visit, often for up to an hour and a half at a time, to support me and my son. This particular visit I had had a call beforehand to ask if my usual support worker could bring a student with her to shadow her. Everyone needs an opportunity to learn so I readily agreed. They were due mid afternoon but as was common they were a little late. On arrival at my door the support worker introduced the young student, a girl in her early twenties, average build with shoulder length brown hair who looked anxious and awkward. She apologised for the delay explaining that they had been out all day visiting families and had been caught up. Lots had been going on at that time so I showed them in and we started bringing the student up to date on things. I noticed the student sat upright on my couch with her legs crossed though she was taking notes and engaging in the conversation. She asked some relevant questions but still seemed a little tense. With my children out I offered them both a cup of tea or coffee (standard hospitality here in uk) and my usual worker told the student how I made great coffee and they should have one as not every house offered and the next visit would have children home. The student reluctantly agreed though I could see she was nervous. I assumed she was perhaps concerned as the cleanliness and standard in some houses they visited may have put her off before? Once I brought the drinks in the atmosphere was a little more relaxed but still the student was very tense. She changed positions on the couch a few times and she seemed rather fidgety. We continued talking and the worker updated the student on our history and things we had tried. The student took notes but her hand seemed sweaty and her legs were now tightly crossed. For the next half hour to 45 minutes she became more and more restless and I became more and more convinced she was bursting for the toilet. She had suit trousers on with pinstripes, a tidy plain blouse and high heeled shoes and while crossed legged and sat forward she was swinging her top leg rather a lot. Her face became more and more tense and by now they had both finished their coffees. For the final half of the visit the young student became more and more antsy and fidgety and quieter and quieter. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see her mind was definitely on something other than what we were talking about. I felt so sorry for her as I could tell right away that she desperately wanted to use my bathroom but for several reasons she didn’t feel comfortable asking. My usual support worker outlined what she wanted me to try with my son until the next meeting and we agreed on another date to meet. I asked the student how she was enjoying her time in the team as we wound down and she muttered she was learning loads but it was stressful at times too. I felt terrible for her as by now she had a hand at the top of her legs and she was subtly rocking and red and sweaty. Now she was expected to stand and leave which I guessed would be increasingly hard in her predicament. I was right! The poor student could not stand still! She moved from one foot to the other as she lifted her bag and put her coat on. I knew they were in a hurry but I was genuinely concerned about the girl. I wanted to take her to my bathroom to save her dignity but didn’t want to embarrass her at all. Thankfully an opportunity arose when my usual worker thanked me for having them both round and smiled at the student saying something about how good my coffee was. The girl looked at the ground and muttered that it was great but that it had went right through her and she lifted her eyes enough to say quietly ‘would it be Ok to use your bathroom before we go please?’ At that she pee danced a bit and bit her lip as I pointed upstairs to my only loo. She raced up my stairs to my bathroom and my worker smiled and commented how she had a feeling she’d had to go a while as she was usually much chattier and focussed. She went on to say how they had both been out since just after 9am (it was now at least 3:30pm) and had a sandwich and drink in the car between visits. The girl came back down soon after much more relaxed and thankful.
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  36. This one is one of my favourites. Sorry it's not in a great quality. Simply_cant_hold_it.mpg
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  37. I'm not into diapers etc. But exhibitionism and wetting goes in pair for me! Wetting pants in home maybe a pleasure, but if You do it in public, accidentally, it's mega sexy. Risk of caught is very exciting, getting caught and being humiliated and laughed it's even better... sorry this is the best! :-)
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  38. I love 2, 3, and 4 of the OP, and the Patty one in the replies.
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  40. ... Honestly Akeno your comments are as comedic as the original topic. To Kozuko: (tbqh this isn't directly teasing but rather annoying her by purposefully wasting time.) "This is a comment! Open paren, insert profound philosophical moment here, close paren." (Dramatic pause.) "Okay, moving on..."
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  42. Passing not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR bathrooms, I found my way to my favorite pit of tables, and found a $5 Blackjack table with only 4 people playing. I pulled out one of the empty chairs and gave the dealer my card (the free points add up!) and money and joined the game. The first few hands are always awkward as you settle in and get a feel for the dealer, other players, etc. i was playing with an older woman who clearly knew her way around a Blackjack table, two middle aged men who were obviously betting way too much for their skill level, and a moderately cute boy about my age was planning on spending the day based on his drink of choice. We had a really good dealer to start - 1 that was well versed, but good at keeping the game going smoothly for everyone despite skill level and wasn’t trying to show off. I quickly became oriented and was starting to have some fun as the first cocktail waitress came around. I requested a cranberry juice (gotta prevent those UTI’s) and a water. I had planned on only spending about an hour on this detour, just enough time to let my bladder fill nicely. However, I was doing really well. Playing is so much more fun when you’re winning. I didn’t even realize what time it was until I started ordering my third drink (a ginger ale this time). I looked at my watch and realized I’d been playing for almost two hours. And I had no plans to leave soon based on the hands I was being dealt. It was now about 3:30 in the afternoon. My last wee being just after 9 that morning. I shifted in my seat while the dealer shuffled and I certainly needed a wee, but it wasn’t too dire yet. Maybe around a 7 where it was a stronger need than I’d normally let it get to, but not constant and pressing. The cute boy excused himself from the table, most likely to receive his own bladder, and the two men had all but blown through their entire chip piles and had gotten up to meet their families for dinner (likely leaving out just how much money they had lost). All the seats were filled now as the boy came back and drunkenly mumbled a complaint to the pit boss about there being a line for the bathroom. With the arrival of the new players, my luck had turned and I chipped up while I was still noticeably ahead. The first thing I always do after leaving a table is head straight for the bathroom, and today was no different. However, while I’m normally heading there both to wee and wash my hands, today, I was just going to wash my hands (the chips are usually a little on the gross side since sooo many people touch them). There was a bit of a line but that didn’t really affect me at all since I just there for the sink and soap. What did bother me was listening to a room full of the echoes of streams hitting water. That was the first time all day I’d really felt my need. More to come! 😬
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  43. I drank the other bottle of water that was left on my desk, slowly draining it without thinking too much about it. Shortly after that (about 15 minutes after finishing this post), I lost the ability to stand still. I was dancing around my room, not being able to hold myself because of the pencil skirt I was wearing and not being willing to lift the skirt because I wanted to remain fully dressed. I was pressing my legs together constantly, but I was slowly losing control. The first spurt was small, I clenched my legs together but fell the pee move through me and I couldn't stop it. My panties grew wet and warm, and I felt it move over my tights. I regained control quickly but could feel the lingering warmth and wetness in my crotch. I kept close to my computer, torturing myself with videos of people wetting themselves on Tumblr. I quickly lost another spurt, a bigger one this time and it was harder to stop. After a few more minutes of browsing this forum and responding to some topics, I was constantly clenching my legs together in an effort to hold it. I lost another spurt. And another. And then I started losing some more and it dripped on the floor. *drip, drip* It was the sound of my pee hitting the floor that seemed to undo something in my, no matter how hard I tried, I could not hold it any longer. The pee streamed down my legs, forming trails on my pantyhose and dripping directly onto the floor beneath me. I gave up and fully let go, to relaxed to move from behind my desk. A huge puddle grew underneath me, as I saw the pee stream down my legs and I felt fully relaxed. (This is actually the first photo I'm ever sharing and I was quite nervous about taking it and uploading it, I hope you like it.) My puddle actually grew so large, that it ran underneath my desk and underneath my bookcase. This was a problem, and after I finished peeing I quickly started panicking to clean it up. How was I supposed to clean UNDER a full bookcase? I took off my pantyhose but left the panties and the skirt on (the skirt had gotten a bit of wetness on the bottom on both the front and the back, but it wasn't that obvious) and dried my feet. It took me two towels to clean most of the mess, and I'm spraying all-purpose cleaner everywhere in hope that there won't be a lingering smell in my home office. I've moved the bookcase a bit and managed to put a towel under it in an effort to dry the bottom without completely having to empty the bookcase - I hope it works. Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this evening of me as much as I have enjoyed holding and losing it, and much more than I am enjoying clean up right now! I would love to hear what you're thinking or if you have suggestions for a next evening. With all the water I've been consuming I'm starting to need to pee again - I guess this time I'll just use the toilet on time in order to avoid this nightmarish clean-up.
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  44. さようなら。

    さようなら。
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  45. Yes! I know this one! It’s called Saikin, Imouto no Yousu ga Chotto Okashiinda ga, or ImoCho.
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  46. The Piss Tax

    It'll come together.. Hopefully... Probably.... Maybe. Frankly even I don't remember half the plot points of this story. Anyways: Chapter 12: "So... Who was that girl? Krisha asked as she bit down on a soft pastry, comfortable, easing out whatever hours remained of morning, tearing at edges while the soft center maintained rightfully intact. Beneath her, the nearing noon sun slid on the wide windows of Katie's apartment, odd, since it was only 10:30, but a product of Smartglass-- It was always noon. Krisha hadn't delved too hard into the mornings awkwardness yet, she was in the bathroom for most of it, but was surprised by Katie's discomfort, quiet and with great care, inner turmoil. "What girl?" "You know what girl!" Krisha had known Katie for 12 hours and could already tell when she was playing dumb. Katie remained blank, she really didn't want to talk about this. Maybe that was justified, Krisha was still little more than a stranger, and she could be impeding on the rules of a one-night stand, but she was curious. If Katie was only a one-night stand, at least she deserved to get her curiousity quenched if not her romantic needs. "The brown-skinned one, the one that came by the apartm--" "I don't want to talk about it." Katie sipped on a small cup of coffee as Krisha fell silent. The response had confirmed what Krisha had already known, but she was one to impede. "Come on...." "I'm serious. Cut it out." "Work related?" "Stop it." "Juicy gossip! Hot news around the workpl--" "I SAID STOP IT!" For the first time, Krisha listened, she straightened up at the sight of her companion yell. Frankly Katie Lewis-Daniels was not one for yelling, but she was thrown for a tiffy this morning and was in no desire to discuss it with the random bartender who she fucked last night. Krisha finished her pastry as Katie put her head down, frustrated at Krisha, frustrated with herself-- People were being hurt, and she was afraid, she knew too much. "There's been this thing at the work-place recently...." Katie spoke, choosing her words carefully. "And one of the interns got struck by it. That's all." "A thing?" Katie nodded, hoping that the vagueness sufficed. "What thing?" Katie stood up, approaching the always-noon sun drenched on the window. "You notice that sun hasn't moved?" Krisha watched the yellow light for the first time, it was frozen-- As it always is. "I haven't paid attention." "The sun moves from one end of the sky to the other end of the sky, from sunrise to sundown, and yet you look in the sky and it would seem that it never moved. You take things for granted, right?" "I guess.. What does this have to do with..." "Four years ago, before the Piss Tax, urinals were a thing people took for granted. People would piss freely, none of this holding, none of this once-a-day bullshit, none of this crap-- It was something that we took for granted. Now-- Look at us, slaves to this tax, every conversation I have is about holding, water consumption, peeconomics-- Hell, we met at a Piss Tax Night-- It's become something that is a part of our lives." Katie stared at the sun, the technological mirage did not strain the woman's eyes. "The sun hasn't moved because it's not the sun, this glass is a display of what my view would be at noon-- The sun hasn't moved once." "I honestly haven't noticed." "They took the sun, something that has dictated our entire life, when we wake up, when we eat, when we sleep, and turned it into something we can control-- It can be noon forever for me and no one can do anything about it. So... What if we can do the same thing for the Piss Tax." Krisha listened intently as Katie went back to her seat, staring ahead-- divulging more information than she had ever before. "Last year, my law firm became associates for a company called Mujiwara Inc., it's a Chinese company, who saw the Piss Tax get implemented and swooped in. There product was simple, you would consume microbots such that they would reside in your bladder, constantly releasing electric shocks that would stiffen muscles, such that you could not pee, even if you tried. It didn't eliminate the pain, but you could make sure that you couldn't pee even if you tried. When you were done holding, you would gt your smartphone, click a button, and the bot would relax the muscles and allow you to pee. It was a brilliant invention, perfect for the Piss Tax world." "Unfortunately, it was what the people needed, not the rulers-- While the country could have benefitted from the microbot, the people on top wanted the opposite. If people pissed more, then more toilet trips, more toilet trips means more money going to the government. This created a shady deal that was placed bewteen Mujiwara and Sofia Hill--- The person that created the piss tax. They began to create a reverse product, which was filled with the relaxant. The device is still a prototype, and---" "The government is using it already for--" "Not the government-- My boss is a man named James Brooks. He's.... He's horrible." "He's been using the microbots." "He dumps them into the water purification tank. If you drink water at the office, you have one of them. And if he chooses, he has the power to basically cause an accident on any victim by his cellphone." "That's horrible!" Krisha responded, mortified. "How do you know all this?" "I'm friends with his wife, Melissa. She's not a fan either, but he claims he's doing it for research." Katie smiled at the ridiculousness of the statement just enough to stop the tear that was procuring. "So... This asshole is testing a microbot that the government will put in the water supply, causing the country to constantly be pissing." "Welcome to the Piss Tax world." Katie gave a cynical smile-- Justified, the world was really going to shit. "And the girl that came in was... Targeted?" "Not her, but her friends-- She's probably next, knowing Brooks. Listen, I know this is fucked up, but you cannot tell Anyone. Brooks, he has more power than you can imagine, he has a direct in-line with Sofia Hill. It's tempering a beast--" "So your just going to stand around while people are hurt by this man!?" Krisha stood up, suddenly infuriated. She could sense something in Katie, from the small jokes and cracks, the discomfort, she'd been defeated. "You know the truth, why not tell the world." "Trust me, there's nothing that I can do...." Katie stopped, thinking. There was this flicker of light, maybe from the noon-sun, or maybe from a lightbulb in her mind-- either way, Katie had an idea.
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  47. The Piss Tax

    Chapter 11: "It's bigger than you think, and I admit it sounds ridiculous, but it's the truth. Everything is connected." "It's a Piss-Industrial Complex." Caia stopped, losing her focus at the thought of such an idiotic statement. "A Piss-Industrial Complex. Do you hear yourself talk?" "I literally just said it sounds ridiculous." Missy snapped back, standing at the edge of a small, maligned counter, resting upon the edge of the marble. Missy peered down the large office-space, searching for eyes that questioned her and Caia's actions-- mostly Caia's, maybe to catch a culprit. "Think about it, people need to piss more, use more toilets, get more money for the government, all while excusing it as natural actions-- It's obvious. At least I think it's obvious." Caia didn't respond, she was too busy pulling her hand deep into the trash bin, searching for coffee filters, her eyes peering of constant disgust. "Do you think it's obviou--" "No, I don't think it's obvious-- I think it is--- Eughhhh....." Caia pulled on a wet rag with something slimy on it. "You okay?" "I am NOT okay, I'm half-way into a trash can! You think this is OKAY!?" "Keep your voice down-- Jesus." Silence overcame the two girls as Missy pulled down on her mini-skirt, hoping not to reveal too much of her thigh. God, I used to be so excited about this place, Missy thought to herself. It was true, only two months ago the concept of working for Brooks-Malick in Washington DC was a dream come true, one of the top law firms in the country-- Now, it was blank halls filled with blank faces, not a cent of happiness on the cool Saturday morning. Who could even work on such a day? Beside her, Caia pulled out a soggy, stained circular piece of paper-- a coffee filter, with as much aghast excitement as a piece of trash could give you. But it was only a coffee filter, no chip-- no capsule-- no evidence. "Damnit!" Caia moaned, frustrated at the peril of their situation, she threw the coffee filter to the side and began the process again. "Wait." Missy stopped. "If you drank the capsule-- then the capsule would have passed through the filter. So why would the capsule be stuck in the filter?" Caia stopped, staring back at Missy, making the interal judgement to accept Missy's completely logical claim and her own pride. The feeling of festering trash around her left arm was the deciding factor. "What are we doing?" Almost immediately, the two girls walked away, either willing to take blame for the mental lapse and the wasted thirty minutes. Together, they walked the hall, Caia wiping chunks of trash that collected on her thin arm, Missy walking forward, thinking of another solution. The two girls moved desk, after desk, after desk, after desk, almost every single one filled with a beyond-competent lawyer, making calls, doing due diligence, throwing Missy's dreams into obscurity. But this wasn't about Missy's dreams right now, something more, maybe, the Hawaiian girl wasn't sure yet. "Why don't we go to the police?" Missy asked her frenemie as Caia scratched off a particularly stubborn grain of coffee. "And lose the internship? Are you crazy? I'd be throwing my future in the toilet!" Thoughts of toilets again, Missy's swollen bladder didn't like the reminder, she put it aside for a later Missy's problem. "Some things are more important than an internship." "Well, you can tell my Mom. Oh, Mrs. Hoo, I'm sorry to say but your daughter has lost her prestigious internship because of some bullshit accusation against our company. She would literally kill me." Not a hyperbole, in this case at least, as Caia was certain that if that actually happened, she would be murdered. "If you feel such a way--" "That's why we are finding proof, stupid! So it's not baseless!" Missy shrugged her shoulders, twisting a corner into another dim office corridor. "Well..." Missy responded, noticing Caia's slightly up-tight mental state. "How do you want to find proof?" Caia stopped. In all fairness, the coffee filter's were entire her idea, with Missy agreeing without much thought into the concept. That said, Caia was working out a perfect strategy to blame Missy for it in entirety, but the question stopped her. "I----" Caia stuttered, "I----". "You know what I think?" Missy rebutted with a certain spite. "I think you got embarrassed because you couldn't hold your pee and made up some bullshit story to get off the hook." "THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!!" Caia yelled with enough force to draw the entire office, every lawyer, every suit, to put her eyes on the Intern. Immediately, Caia covered her mouth out of fear and terror as the interest faces of the lawyers dwindled away from the two girls, moving back to their ho-hum work. Missy stared at Caia as well, who stared back with flaming eyes, before walking on. She was smart to move again, because if one more second of eye contact was made, Caia would have strangled her. Before Caia could take our her enemy from behind, Missy made the final turn into a small side room which was all too familiar to the girls-- a kitchen, with black marble details and a semi-old fridge, microwave, sink, and coffee maker that was ground zero. Every morning, the two girls along with their respective group made a habitual gathering at this kitchen, tell jokes, display stresses, and drink coffee. "Listen, I don't know if you're telling the truth, or who is behind all of this, but I know this: If you drank this micro-bot, and you say that there is only one place that you drank from all day, then I can think of only one way to find out the truth." Missy pulled out two free-use coffee mugs, both with generic, company-wide details, and situated them next to the hardly used pot of coffee. "We got to do it again." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not fun becoming a joke, it's certainly not fun to become the laughing stock of the nation, and it is absolutely not fun to watch the world chuckle at your worst day. But if you were to ask Marcy what was on her mind, it was probably the strain of the handcuffs around her wrists. "The Washington Post had you on the front page of your newspaper." The detective said with a slight chuckle, as the lady looked up, miserable and ashamed, wanting everything to go back to normal and for everything to burn. "But that's expected, given your Mother. It's almost ironic--" "It's her fault!" Marcy screamed. "I wasn't allowed to-- She held me against her will-- I couldn't hold it!" "Listen, I understand-- I do. We hardly arrest people around here for this sort of thing-- but simply put-- you have to pay five credits. Until you have five credits, you are under custody of the government." "It's not fair!" Marcy sobbed. "My Mom took my money away, she's forcing me to be in here, you can't keep me in here! Please!" "The rules are the rules Marcella-- If you have no money then you will have serve a moderate sentence." Marcy bent over, she can't believe this was happening to her, now, at this place. She was the daughter of a senator, a perfect student, a class president, she was above this-- Jail sentences for public urination were for the homeless, the poor, ones that couldn't afford five measley credits. Her Mother had millions. Why was this happening to her? "You have ten minutes to procure five dollars or you will be given a week-long sentence for public urination without credits." The detective walked out of the room with smug indifference, surely he could hear her tears, and yet--- A product of the system, a country where this has become expected, it has become okay to let people stay in jail if they cannot hold their overfilled bladders. What has this country come to, Marcy thought before remembering that all of this, the country, the pissing, the pain, the jail time, was because of her mother. Her damned mother, cruel and cautious, would rather see you tortured than have weakness. Everything that has gone wrong in this country is because of her. Because of her. Carefully, the Senator's Daughter pulled out her phone, and pulled up a name she remembered from her mother, a journalist, someone who could help her. Carefully, she typed out a message: Alexander| Wash Post Hi, this is Marcella Hill, daughter of Sofia Hill. If you put five credits into my accnt, I will tell you the truth about the piss tax ... Five minutes later, her notification rang +5 credits added. Marcy smiled, she had been wronged, and for the first time in her life, she was going to respond appropriately. Because Marcy knew that it was much bigger than anyone thought.
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