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  1. Hey everyone. This is just a short story I wrote up on my phone today while I myself was relaxing on the beach. Hope you all enjoy. ***** "Hey Izzy, can we go soon? I kinda gotta pee," Penelope said, crossing her legs on the large towel that the two women were laying on. It was late in the afternoon at the Jersey shore, at a lesser-populated section of beach that stretched in front of a large residential area. Near Seaside and the pier, you couldn't walk two feet without bumping into anyone. Here, while there were people around, they were more spread out in clusters with their friends or family. "I gotta go too," Isabel muttered. "We really just got here though, and it's a long walk back. Let's just do it in the ocean." "We can't go in the water, there's no lifeguard here," Penelope stated. "I think they left at five." "Like that matters, we're only going in up to the vag and it's a super calm day. C'mon, I gotta go." Penelope and Isabel were vacationing here from Pennsylvania, staying at a summer rental for three weeks. Their parents had fucked off to Atlantic City, but they were nineteen and twenty, so rather than sit around the lobby of a casino with nothing to do aside from peck on questionable sushi, they elected to stay in the area, go shopping, and eventually hit the beach. They stood up together and placed their heavy cooler and purses on the towel to stop it from blowing away. They had only been at the beach for an hour, but the two of them had gone through plenty of water and more than a couple of wine coolers each. Yes, they weren't of legal drinking age, but their parents were Spaniards and cared little for the more ridiculous American laws, unlike the casinos. Isabel yelped and jumped as a cool wave surrounded her ankles, and Penelope followed her in. They waded until the waterline was around their hips, gasping periodically as small waves splashed them when they weren't ready for it. "Alright, we're good here," Penelope muttered. She closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. It took a moment, but her muscles calmed down and she was just about to start peeing when Isabel slapped her lightly on the arm. "Penny, look..." Penelope opened her eyes. Isabel tilted her head towards the shore. Penelope turned her gaze, and immediately noticed that more than half the people on the beach were staring straight at them. Not only were they the only people in the water for miles, but they were two young, athletic Spanish women wearing nothing but matching red bikinis. They were certainly first in line for the title of 'Center of Attention.' "I can't pee like this," Isabel whispered with a nervous giggle. She couldn't be heard over the wind and waves, but her mouth movement combined with sibling telepathy was more than enough for Penelope. "I mean...we're just standing here, they probably already think that's what we're doing. Might as well actually do it," Penelope offered. "And this was your idea in the first place." "It just won't come out," Isabel whined, bouncing slightly in the water." "Fuck, I can't do it either now," Penelope sighed. "Let's get out of here before a patrol guy comes past and tells us off for going in the ocean without a lifeguard." The two women trudged out of the ocean and back to their towel. "We have to go back to the rental," Isabel muttered. "Come on, load up the stuff." "I don't wanna walk that far when I need to pee this bad," Penelope complained. "It already hurts, let alone when I'm moving and after that much time." "It's really that bad?" Isabel asked her sister. The younger woman nodded, her legs held tightly together. "I didn't wanna leave too soon but I've been pretty desperate for a while." "It's getting there for me too I guess," Isabel sighed. "I guess we should wait till we have to go even worse, then it'll be easier to pee in the ocean." "Fine," Penelope conceded. "Shouldn't be long. Here, let's drink something else, make it even quicker." She opened the cooler and tossed a water bottle to Isabel, then took one for herself. They sat on the towel and quickly drank their bottles, placed the empties back in the cooler, and laid down on the towel. Twenty minutes passed. Isabel and Penelope were both squirming in place while playing with their phones, trying to stay subtle but failing more and more as time flowed on. "I have a pee belly," Penelope moaned suddenly. Isabel turned her head. Her sister had her right hand on her stomach, which was protruding visibly. "Damn, that's a lot of whiz," she giggled. "Think you're ready for the ocean? I'm kinda bursting here." "Yeah, let's try again." They both stood up once more, but this time the motion caused their bladders to throb powerfully and suddenly. They yelped and moved to hold themselves, only stopping once they realized that a pervert or two may still have eyes on them. "Hurryhurryhurry..." They shoved their phones back in their purses and weighed down the towel again, then waddled to the water's edge. A minute later, they were waist-deep once more. "Holy shit, I need to pee so bad," Penelope cried. "Do it," Isabel told her. "I'M TRYING!" Isabel reached her hand over and shoved Penelope's stomach. She shrieked and stepped back, nearly falling over into the water. "Stop, people might seeeee," she finished with an extended whine. "I'm gonna squeeze it out of you if you don't pee right now," Isabel threatened. "Well, are you peeing?" Penelope countered. "....No." "Then shut up." "I don't get it, we're both so desperate, why can't we do it?" Penelope groaned, bending slightly below the surface and finally holding herself. "We've never gone with people looking at us. Even if they can't really SEE, it's still super weird." "Well I can't hold it until we get back to the rental at this point. I'll really wet myself," Isabel mumbled, her face growing very worried. "Me too," Penelope responded, empathy in her voice. "What are we gonna do?" "Well, let's get out of the water, obviously this isn't going to fucking work." Still totally unrelieved, they shambled out of the surf once more, fighting hard not to appear as frantic as they really were. They made it back to their towel, but neither one laid back down. "SO WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" Isabel repeated loudly, her voice cracking slightly. "Sssshhhhh," Penelope hissed. She looked around, not sure what for, but her eyes found it anyway. "Look. There." Isabel turned and saw it. The lifeguard chair, tilted on its back as it always was when unoccupied, facing away from the ocean a few dozen meters away from them. "What about it?" "The chair is cover from this side," Penelope explained. "The dunes are cover from the other side. If we go behind there we should just be able to pull our bikinis aside and pee in the sand under the chair with nobody seeing us." Isabel blinked at the chair. "What...what if people come over the dunes? The chair's right in front of a walkway." "It's later in the afternoon. More than half the people who were here when we got here have left. I don't think anyone else will show up." "Okay...we can try." Without wasting one second, the women made a beeline for the tipped chair. They struggled to walk on the soft, dry sand, the already unstable ground made ten times worse by their bursting bladders. Finally they made it to the top of the incline, however a huge problem was made clear to both of them at the same time. "Ah, fuck," they whispered in unison. While not visible from the water's edge, the second stories of the homes that lined the boardwalk were now looming over them. Anyone looking out of one of their windows would have a full view of them. "Penny, I can't hold it," Isabel cried. She sounded completely defeated. "I'm gonna pee right here, I can't wait anymore..." "Come on," Penelope encouraged her. "I've had to go longer than you have, and what if someone really is looking? What if you start peeing and they start filming? You wanna end up on a voyeur pee porn site?" "The fuck? Is that a thing?" "Everything is a thing on the internet. Either way, it can't happen. We have to figure something else out," Penelope groaned. "Maybe we just sit on the sand and frickin' pee," Isabel suggested. "We could, but then we'd have to lay in it until it dries or people would see the marks when we stand up." "Ewww... Can we just pee in the towel? Stuff it in a bag, go to the laundromat?" Penelope pursed her lips. "Hey...that would work. That's the one! Come on!" "I can barely walk," Isabel moaned, taking unsteady steps, crossing her legs with each stride. "Same," Penelope said softly. "I've never had to pee this badly in my life. It feels so weird, like I can't control my limbs properly." Slowly but surely, they returned to their towel. The thing was massive and thick, twelve feet by twelve feet, designed for a whole family to relax on while giving them a fair territory on a crowded beach. "Fold it over," Isabel exhaled, "it'll hold more." The women moaned and groaned as they bent down to manipulate the towel, folding it in two. Finally, they laid side by side, breathing heavily, their legs tied in knots. "Here we go," Penelope breathed. "Ready?" "God, YES," Isabel nearly shouted. "Just be careful not to flood it or we'll still leave a big mark in the sand. Just pee until you can hold the rest. Okay, let's go. Three...two...one..." "Excuse me?" The women froze, terrified, as the male voice spoke from directly behind them. Isabel just stared blankly into the early evening sky, too desperate to move, and Penelope craned her neck backwards. There was a lifeguard, about their age and extremely attractive, muscular, and tanned, sitting on an ATV and staring at them with a smile that made Penelope's privates rev up like a riding mower. Somehow, with how insanely distracted they were, they hadn't even registered the sound of the approaching vehicle. "Yes?" she squeaked. "Didn't see the sign at the entrance?" he said, still flashing that ridiculous smile. "We have to set up the beach for the festival tomorrow. There's gonna be a jetski race along the coast, gotta set up a line for spectators. The beach closes at seven, which is...ten minutes ago. Everybody's gotta get." "Ohmigod, we're ssoooo sorry," Penelope chirped, rolling to her feet. "We'll leave right now." Isabel stared at her sister, tears in her eyes. "Penny...I can't," she mouthed silently. Penelope stood still for a moment. Her eyes darted around, looking for something, anything that could save them. While this lifeguard was here though, they were hopeless. "Uh, sir," Penelope choked out, "we're leaving, promise. Go tell the rest of the people here what's going on, and have a good time setting up. See you tomorrow, maybe." Seemingly satisfied with this, the disgustingly hot lifeguard nodded, his grin widening. "Sounds good to me. Have a great night, girls." He revved his ATV and took off towards the family two hundred feet down the beach. "It's gonna come out," Isabel barked the second he was out of earshot. "I can't wait anymore." "Izzy, we have to go NOW, or he's gonna come back, he's gonna see. If someone who looks like that finds out we peed here, I will fucking kill myself." "I can't help it, it's too much..." Penelope shouted in frustration. Not at her sister, she felt only empathy for her sister, rather at life itself at this very moment. Her mind was spiraling madly in every direction, imagining and discarding possible moves like some kind of pee-based Chess Grandmaster. And then she found it. The houses could see them at the lifeguard chair, but not here. The beachgoers could see them from here, but not at the chair. There was no cover here, and all at once, it hit her that they had been laying on cover this entire time. THE TOWEL. Then came the problem of hiding the evidence. They couldn't just leave stains in the sand, but covering it like cats would take time and draw attention. They needed a way to keep the ground dry, a receptacle. THE COOLER. "Up. Now," Penelope ordered. "I'll pee!" Isabel hissed as Penelope grabbed her arm and tried pulling her to her feet. "Good! Now UP!" Isabel cursed as she was forced to her feet. She twisted her legs together, praying to every god that humanity had ever dreamt up that nobody was looking her way at this very moment. Penelope took two steps and tore open the cooler. All that was in there at this point was some melted ice packs, empty bottles, and one wine cooler. A necessary sacrifice. Penelope picked up the towel, looked to her completely frantic sister, and pointed to the cooler. "PEE." At that, Penelope snapped open the towel and held it out wide, blocking them from everyone else on the beach. The sand was completely clear behind them. The homes were not visible. Isabel, despite her humiliation, had no choice left. She took four small steps to the cooler, slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and sat. The moment her skin met the rim of the cooler, her bladder erupted with force enough to rival the ocean in front of her. She moaned in utter ecstasy, leaning forward onto her legs as her immensely powerful stream of pee thundered loudly around the mostly empty plastic. Luckily even this sound was greatly muffled by the environment. However, it was not muffled enough to not reach Penelope. She was making a big display of shaking out the towel, trying to buy time for her sister's relief, but the sound of Isabel peeing was absolutely killing her. She gasped out loud as she felt herself lose just a tiny bit of control. The crotch of her bikini was dampened by one second of pee, and she instinctively shoved a hand between her legs, letting one side of the towel fall. "PENNY!" Isabel shrieked as soon as she noticed this, and Penelope cursed, forcing herself to hold the towel up again as she double-crossed her legs, somehow managing to stay upright. "I'll be done soon, please hold out, just a little longer." "I'm...trying... God, I must look so retarded right now," Penelope cried. "To me," Isabel started, "you look heroic as all hell. Like Gandalf holding the bridge from the Balrog." "Pee faster, nerd," Penelope snapped. "I can only fold a towel for so long." Isabel closed her eyes and squeezed as hard as she could, the pressure of her stream somehow increasing. She could feel her pee splashing all over her butt, but she didn't care in the slightest. She had to have been peeing for over half a minute, but she still had so much left inside of her. Still though, she knew that she couldn't leave her sister like this, so she clenched her fists and moaned in agony as she forced herself to stop peeing. She stood up unsteadily, glancing into the cooler. It was a very large cooler, and she had filled it nearly a quarter way. She knew it would have been over half if she had actually gotten to finish. "Penny, I'm still bursting, but I can hang on now. Give me the towel and you pee, hurry!" Isabel said, reaching for the giant square. "It's too late," Penelope said quietly. "Look, the lifeguard's coming back this way." Isabel peered over the towel. Sure enough, he was riding towards them, and gaining quickly. "What are you gonna do?" Isabel whispered. "Close the cooler. We have to leave," Penelope muttered, defeat clear in her voice. Isabel glanced at her sister's legs. She was still dry, but Isabel had no idea how long that could possibly last, seeing how Penelope had needed to go so much worse than she herself had earlier. "Can you make it?" "Just get the cooler. Now." Penelope's voice was stiff and deep, every fiber of her being focused on not wetting her swimsuit in front of the lifeguard. Isabel nodded and closed the cooler just in time, the lifeguard pulling up a second later. The other beachgoers had already cleared the dunes. "You two are the only ones left. I got other people coming. You really need to clear off." His attitude was beginning to ruin his attractiveness, and Penelope scowled. "Yes. We're going. Have a lovely evening," she droned, picking up both of their purses. He nodded and rode off again, and Isabel immediately gave him the double-bird behind his back. She then picked up the cooler, and they began heading up towards the dunes. Isabel looked at her sister. Penelope's whole body was shaking. Her fists were clenched so tightly that the veins in her arms were visible, and her shoulders were hunched up into her neck. Every few steps she released a shaky moan. Her bladder was so distended that she could have been a few months pregnant, the great round bulge pressing out the front of her bikini bottoms. Isabel had no idea how Penelope would escape this with her dignity intact. Even if the lifeguard was out of sight, which he was not, the houses were already visible. They began climbing the walkway that led up the beachgrass-covered dunes, a steep incline of rock and compressed sand. Penelope yelped with every step up now, her control clearly failing with every passing second. They were at the top now. There was a square platform, fenced in with large wooden dowels, with a bench set towards the back for looking over the beach. The boardwalk was in front of them, dozens of people walking back and forth, enjoying the cooling evening after a punishingly hot day. Between the walkers and the lifeguard, there was simply no escape. To make matters even worse, the lifeguard was joined by three others who had just come down the next walkway, a woman and two other men. Penelope sighed deeply. "Well, I tried." She set the purses she was carrying on the bench, opened her legs, placed her hands on her hips, and took a deep breath. Isabel knew what was coming. She had to do something, she had to save Penelope as Penelope had saved her. She dropped the cooler and looked to the bench. It would provide cover from the boardwalk, but not from the lifeguards. Even squatting, they would be visible. Just as the answer occurred to Isabel, Penelope began wetting herself uncontrollably. The crotch of her bikini was instantly inflated with pee before the liquid began pouring out, splattering in every direction. With no time left to do it properly, Isabel threw her arms out with a "Nyeeh!" and shoved Penelope hard into the rocky sand. She cursed as she hit the ground, pee still spraying out of her, pooling around her butt and soaking into the sand. "The fuck was that?!" Penelope yelled, rubbing a scraped elbow and groaning as the pee spread up to her back. "I just figured it out," Isabel sighed. "The bench covers us from the boardwalk, but the grass on the dunes won't cover us standing, sitting, or squatting. Laying down, though, you're invisible from both sides." "So you just yeeted me into the goddamn rocks?" Penelope bitched. "Don't say 'Yeet.' And you were already frickin' peeing, so yeah. I was GOING TO have you do it into the towel like we were gonna do before that life-dick showed up, but you had other plans." Penelope just fell back, fate accepted, as she continued emptying her bladder through her swimsuit. "God, it feels so good," she breathed. "It's like twenty orgasms at once." She moaned as she absolutely flooded the platform, the pee spreading far faster than the compacted sand could absorb it. "What will we do about the puddle? If one of the lifeguards come up here, they'll know." "Not much we can do about that," Isabel conceded. "I figure we'll dump the cooler. If there's enough liquid, maybe their brains won't go right to pee. They'll just think we dumped a cooler chock full of ice water. The wind should clear out any scent pretty quickly." "It's the best we got," Penelope said with a nod. "Hey, you still need to pee, right?" "Yeah, badly," Isabel confirmed, crossing her legs. Penelope smiled and patted the soaked ground next to her. "Well, come on." Isabel giggled and got on her knees. "Might as well at this point, eh?" She laid down next to her sister and in less than a second, she was flooding her own swimsuit, her puddle joining Penelope's. They both stared into the sky, enjoying their long-delayed relief, their bulging bladders slowly shrinking down to normal size. It felt so warm, so nice after all the stress they had dealt with over the past two hours, and their minds were completely clear as their flows came to a stop at nearly the same time. They laid there for a moment longer before they clambered to their feet. Pedestrians continued walking past. The lifeguards were setting up a series of flags. They had not been spotted. Penelope stepped up to the bench and opened up the purses, retrieving their street clothes as Isabel dumped the pee out of the cooler, making sure not to drop the ice packs, empty bottles, or the remaining wine cooler. After she did so, the entire surface of the platform was damp. It was true, no one who saw this would think it was pee. It was just too much to be plausible. Nobody could possibly do this. They grinned at each other as Penelope tossed Isabel her blue-green sundress and pulled on her own violet one. The two of them gave one last look to the darkened platform, hoped for the best, and began their long walk home.
    6 points
  2. No idea how often she wets her panties, but happened to check her out yesterday and she did....some pics. She's at: https://beaverwebcams.chaturbate.com/ehotlovea/ And she's on now...no idea what may happen.
    4 points
  3. I was driving home and started to get a bit desperate and started leaking a little bit. Eventually I realsied that I can't continue making a mess in the car, so I pulled over at a layby , got out of the car and let go. My legs got really wet, and I'm not sure anyone noticed, s cars we pulling in an out. I had to drive home with wet shorts, tights and trainers, so I needed to protectthe seat. Thank God I didn't get stopped by the police.
    3 points
  4. 18$ total for a color version of the lineart I posted earlier. Rouge from x - men wetting the bed. ❤️
    3 points
  5. Katelyn sucked and sucked on her large cola. It was a hot day at the baseball stadium, and they stopped at s McDonald’s on the way since they’d be waiting outside a while before it opened. They have free hats to first fifty people in, sadly, she didn’t get one. While her friends Timmy and Ashley did. She wore a purple hoodie which opened at the zipper and had a black t shirt underneath. Sneakers, dark blue jeans that weren’t too tight, but not very lose either. Her hair wrapped in a dark ponytail, and the slurping Noise of liquids splashing against ice in her cup sounded off. “Here’s your cola Kate,” Said Tommy as they left the snack stand. “Thank you dude!” She said. She started in her second large cola from the stadium, and was halfway done by the time they got to their seats and sat. Meanwhile inside her body, the colas mixed together as they traveled through her stomach. As it filtered through her organs it became a dark yellow with some heavy weight to it. That substance pushed through the bottom of her system and poured and poured like a waterfall into her bladder which expanded and quickly pushed against her insides. Her jeans tight at the waist digging into it. As they sat, Kate had her feet up and along with a large pulse of discomfort, a growl was heard from her abdomen. “Oh!” Kate Said. “What’s wrong?” Her friends asked in unison. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said in a strained voice feeling the urgency pulse inside. “The games about to start!” Said Ashley. “Hello? Two large colas.” With that she got up but her friend pulled her back down. “Hey!” “Just stay for the pledge,” Ashley said. “Then you can go take care of your business.” “Ah yeah no,” Kate got up again but was pulled back down. Her bladder throbbed hard like a rock that banged her insides and she flinched as she grabbed herself briefly to hold it in. “Will you fucking stop?” “Just wait!” Said Ashley. “Just let her go,” Tommy said. “Girls can’t hold it as long as men.” They both rolled their eyes. Kate said, “I can...erg...I can hold it.” She struggle to say through much discomfort in her abdomen. “I just hate feeling like this.” “Eh just chill,” Tommy Said slurping on his drink. The sound of slurping through the straw made Kate want to release more and she looked worried and started to shake. She pushed one leg in, one leg out, and then repeated as it felt an eternity went by. She kept moving in her seat to avoid discomfort but it was too much. She moved up and down on her crotch and started to sweat more. Finally the pledge happened, and she struggled to stand with a heavy bladder weighing her down. Oh why oh why did she have to drink so much?! As if it couldn’t get worse, the sprinklers on the field went off and it took everything in Kate to hold still and avoid an embarrassing potty dance. The pulses has become constant and painful so fast, each one worse than the last. She felt like her body was literally overfilling and ready to spill. 10 agonizing minutes passed Even running didn’t help keep her muscles busy. The massive pressure fighting to burst out made her run as she was pushed to pee. Her legs staying tight together up to crotch and her knees inwards a little. She started to sweat as her bladder became a hot, boiling sensation they caused much discomfort and even hurt a little. “Gotta go gotta go gotta!” She stuttered. She rushed towards the bathroom but paused right away at the sign in the floor that blocked her much needed path to relief. CLOSED FOR CLEANING Kate bounced foot to foot quickly, turning red from embarrassment. “Ah I gotta get to a bathroom or I’m gonna be closed for cleaning!” She raced in and the janitor right away held his hand up telling no. She bounced. “Ok...but...mmm” she struggled to say through a moan of desperation. “Where’s the other bathroom I gotta go!” Seeing all the toilets in clear view made her want to run for it but she was too nervous. However seeing them all made her more desperate to the point she pushed her crotch against the corner of the wall trying to add pressure and keep the floor at bay. “Other side of the stadium sweetheart.” He said. Kate ran with much urgency, her arms tight to her sides with fists as her abdomen pulsed one after the other aggressively making strong efforts for release. A lady walked into the women’s room as she was about twenty feet from it. “Oh salvation,” she said. She burst through the door and pushed at a stall door but it was locked and occupied. She went down the line of all six stalls and each occupied. Kate stood in front of them annoyed and horrified and anxious in much pain. She noticed her tummy was slightly visible, and she pushed her legs together and squirmed in place side to side totally and insanely desperate to the point of feeling bloated and sick. Her arms outwards in fists as her teeth grinded. She moaned, “eeeeee....ahhhh....mmmm....ah....ooooooooooh.” As each toilet remained occupied. Each passing second felt like a bloody eternity to the poor girl. Huge, painful bladder pulses echoed hard through her abdomen and out her back as well, each so strong they almost caused a release of her floodgates to open. She had to hold on! She pushed her legs together as tight as possible, standing on her top toes that were turned inwards. She was in so much agony she thought she go to the bathroom in her pants any second. “Oh...why did I have to drinks I much damn soda?!” She said bouncing and then back to squirming with closed legs. “I REALLY hope I don’t have to wait much longer.” 20 minutes later.... Her legs were tightly crossed as she wrapped her arms around herself feeling herself moments from losing control. Sweating while having a massive panic attack so bad she barely breathed. “Oh come on come on come on!!!” To be continued
    2 points
  6. Hi everyone, This just happened and I am as relieved as I am aroused. To start off I am very much a home body, I don't go out to bars or clubs very much if ever really. I don't drink a lot either so when I do I am a definition lightweight, usually drinking maybe 1 hard cider every couple months. Well one of my closest friends and her husband convinced me to go out with them for the night. They insisted it'd be a late birthday celebration for me since we didn't get to do anything together on my actual 24th birthday. So I got dressed not knowing what to expect. Wearing a white Guns n Roses tank top with dark blue denim high waisted Jeans, and my black boots I was ready. The night started off slowly going to dinner at a tavern with a gothic aesthetic at 7pm, where I had a glass of water and my first hard cider of the night. After we ate we were off to a country club that we'd been curious about for years. At the club I quickly learned I do not know how to line dance and I have no idea how some people look good doing it. Had another Angry Orchard hard cider before we left to bar hop around 9pm hoping to find a place with better dance opportunities for us. We tried a martini lounge that appeared to have a live band doing covers of songs from the early 2000s, no cover charge to get in (yay! For a city built off of drinking and clubbing everything was expensive to get into), sadly this place was a bust as no one was looking very lively. Leaving the martini lounge by 9:30pm to go to the knock off Irish pub next door. It was only when I was asked if I wanted anything to drink at this third location that I realized my need to pee. I had been consumed by people watching and laughing at the lack of night life on a Saturday night to feel it. Nothing unbearable maybe a 4/10. I got another angry orchard hard cider and glass of water to go with. Sitting at a booth and watching people stare at the DJ hoping for a song that would start moving people to the dance floor. After getting settled at a table my friend and I hit the dance floor, her husband staying to watch our stuff and be the designated driver. Learned a good lesson dancing increases my need to pee rather quickly. By 11pm I was easily a 8/10. I couldn't stop fidgeting but I also didn't want to stop drinking and dancing to find the restrooms. The moment my friend couldn't hold her own drink without spilling it was when her husband finally ushered us to the car to take us home. 3 hard ciders and 3 glasses of water were quickly catching up now and I should have gone before we left but I was more concerned with helping get my friend to the car safely. She is a petite woman that can really knock back some alcohol she was stumbling and laughing trying to dance her whole way to the car. Thankfully I was at that happy buzzed staged borderlining drunk, keeps the night fun without the crazy hangover. The moment we got her into the car and buckled, I was struggling not to hold myself. Tapping my foot. Fanning my legs. I wasnt going to make it through the drive home dry. Least it wouldnt be control in public, as thrilling a thought as that is, I am not brave enough for it. The drive alone out of the parking lot had far too many speed bombs pushing the tightening seat belt into bladder each time. I had to hold myself no one would notice, the driver was too focused on the road my friend too busy dancing and singing with the radio. So my hands were shoved into my crotch helping me hold on for dear life. I didnt want to wet in their car. A sudden slam on the breaks to avoid some idiot that cut us off had me gasping and leaking, the seal was broken. It wouldn't be long now until the dam broke and we still had a 15 minute drive home. I was shaking, legs tapping, clenching my muscles as tightly as I could around my hands buried into my crotch. No amount of distractions could save me from the inevitable crawl to utter humiliation in the back seat of my best friends car. Another leak escaped and i could feel the hot tears welling in my eyes, my whole body was tingling. Then another spurt longer than last, my panties were soaked and beginning to damped my jeans at this point. Just a few more minutes, just a few more minutes I chanted to myself. The alcohol and water was hitting my bladder hard I could see their house in the distance, then we were in the driveway before long. I had to wait for my friends husband to help her out of the car and up the driveway before he could unlock the door. The whole time my hands were occupied in my crotch. The leaks becoming a slow never ending stream. Darkening the growing wet patch down my thighs. I was losing control of my bladder in the front yard. No matter how much I tried to fight it I wasnt going to make it to the toilet. So I let go, the gushing torrent of hot piss filling my Jeans in a matter of seconds. It was orgasmic I couldn't stop shaking and surprised I hadn't dropped to my knees in sheer relief. So thankful that my friend and her husband had already gone inside more than likely expecting me to be behind them and to the guest room as usual. Instead I was wetting myself without remorse in their front yard. I couldn't tell you how long I peed only that it felt like an eternity before I could move again to walk inside and change. Throwing my soaked Jeans and panties into the tub and changing into my pajamas. Now I am laying in bed waiting for my clothes to air dry before packing them in my bag, still shaking, legs and bladder feeling weak. Who knew alcohol would run through my so fast?! Its certainly an experience I wont be forgetting anytime soon. I wonder if my friends husband actually knew what was happening or not the entire time or how my friend holds her bladder so well having drank easily three times as much as I did. Would it be wrong to play with myself in their guest room while they are sleeping just next door? I can't stop thinking about how it felt and how crazy aroused I am by it all.
    2 points
  7. Hello. I'm fairly new to posting here (been a lurker for a long time), but I figured it's about time I start giving back to the board. I know we've got threads for books, movies, and a bunch of other things, but I don't think I've seen a thread for podcasts containing peeing/wetting stories. I've added a few links below to get the ball rolling. Sorry if any of these are reposts. https://www.somethinglikemarriage.com/embarrassment-in-relationship/ Woman tells a story from college of when she couldn’t unbuckle her belt and peed through her jeans into the toilet. Starts at about 13:30 https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/httpwwwbuzzsproutcom100568rss/color-me-dead/e/55408888?autoplay=true Woman pees her pants from laughing while recording the show. Starts at about 41:00 https://podcasts.apple.com/my/podcast/s2-e25-this-is-a-horror-movie-with-patron-lisa-scrubbing-in/id1220565172?i=1000403244491 Women share stories about peeing their pants. Starts at the beginning of the episode https://aabeyondbelief.org/2019/02/06/episode-108-angela-b/ Recovering alcoholic shares story of a time she peed her pants. Starts at 6:30 http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/hoohas-podcast-ep-10-time-i-peed-my-snow-pants-and-other-embarrassing-stories Woman tells story of peeing in borrowed snowpants. Starts at 8:50
    2 points
  8. I’d had a crush on Alice for years, she lived next door to me growing up and was one year above me in school. We hung out a bit outside school and during the summers but never really got super close. Years passed and I kind of forgot about her, but when I was 21 and coming home from junior year of college for the summer, and she had just graduated, we had a chance encounter at the grocery store. We talked for a bit and I found out she’d moved out of her parents and gotten a job in a law firm downtown, I had an internship at a software company a few blocks away. We decided to grab coffee and catch up that Friday. She had something come up so we switched it to drinks after work and while we were talking I realized how much I was still into her, and I was getting some signals back as well. I noticed she had a subtle sweet smell that I assumed was her perfume, it seemed familiar though. After awhile, she invited me back to her place for dinner (I was bragging about how good I was at making spaghetti and she wanted to take me up on the challenge). When we made it to her apartment, the first thing I noticed was a faint smell in the place that seemed familiar, sort of like her perfume but stronger. I thought nothing of it and she told me I could put my stuff down over by the couch. Alice went into her bedroom to drop off her stuff ad I heard her open a window too. Alice’s couch looked like it was a goodwill affair, out of date cloth patterns, some stains on the cushions, you know. Actually, there were an awful lot of circular water stains on the seat cushions, and the couch seemed to smell even more like the apartment. I went to sit in the middle but found it was slightly damp, so I sat off to one side. I asked Alice about it when she came out and she turned kind of red but said that she’d spilled something on it this morning before work and thought it would be dry by now. She asked if I wanted a drink and I said yes, so she poured me a gin and tonic, and one for herself too. During the cooking and eating of dinner, which was pretty late (around 9pm) we had a few drinks and were relatively tipsy . I offered to clean up but she refused, saying that “We can get that later”, took my hand and led me into her bedroom. The smell was stronger in here but the window was open and I was kind of drunk so I really didn’t put any thought into it. Alice told me that she was looking for a casual fling for the summer, and that I’d gotten a lot cuter since we were growing up, I responded in kind and we started making out on her bed. “Are you gonna leave my shirt on all night or do you need an engraved invitation?” she asked me while fumbling with my belt, and I very happily relieved her of the garment! I started taking her pants off but she stopped me and did it herself, saying I was too slow, and jumped into bed waiting for me. After some great sex we were laying there together in an alcohol and hormone induced stupor when Alice started up a conversation I’ll never forget. “So, what are you into sex-wise? That was great but do you have any kinks?” Not sure how open I wanted to be, I replied of course, but since she started asking, she’s got to tell me one of hers first. “That’s not how this works!” she giggled, and rolled on top of me – mock pinning me down. “Really, what do you like?” “Well, I like spanking and ‘naughty girl’ play” I replied, thinking that was a safe starting spot. “Is that all? Nothing a little more, I don’t know, unusual?” Alice asked? Now some guys could have thought of a good lie on the spot, but I was like a deer in the headlights and there was only one on my mind… “Well, it is a bit more unusual, but you can’t get weird on me cause you asked!” I prefaced, “I do like when those naughty girls I spank have wet themselves, especially after I’ve made them hold their pee for a long time.” “Your turn…” Alice started laughing and fell off me to the side in her bed cackling. “Hey! You asked if I was into anything unusual and I told you! No need to rub in how odd it is.” “No you don’t understand” Alice said, “I’m complete omo trash! I wet myself all the time, it’s my biggest kink! That seat cushion was wet cause I pissed myself watching TV last night, hell I bet these sheets have little dried spots all over them if you looked closely.” Finally it all clicked for me. That faint smell I’d had since meeting Alice, was dried piss! I was instantly hard, and she noticed right away. “You know how I didn’t let you take off my pants?” She said in a sultry voice, “It was because I had been wetting my panties all day and pulling them back up under my pants – I didn’t want you noticing.” I leaned over the side of the bed to grab her pants and the underwear caught up in them and sure enough, saw tide marks in her damp panties from all her “Accidents”. “OMG that Is so fucking sexy. Looks like someone’s been a naughty girl all day, I think you deserve a little punishment for not using the appropriate place for the bathroom…” Alice looked at me with big doe eyes and said, clearly egging me on, “But going in my big girl panties is so much more fun than the toilet.” “Well I’ll tell you what, since you didn’t know it wasn’t okay before now, your punishment is just 3 spanks for every time you wet your panties today. How many times was that?” “You’re going to think I’m so gross” she giggled, “it’s six times!” “Six? You must have really had to go, huh?” I said as I grabbed her arm and pulled her over my lap. “You’d better count for me or I’ll have to start over!” 18 spanks later, Alice’s butt was bright red and she was ready to go again, pushing me onto my back and sliding on to me easily and we had the best round 2 of sex I’d ever had until that point. As we laid in bed afterwards I reflected on my good fortune. This summer was looking like it would be a lot more fun than I thought.
    2 points
  9. Girl doing some gymnastics and then proceeds to wet her gym pants in the locker room. Also some peeing. nudity in the end of the video https://nl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d11b09edb430
    2 points
  10. Small introduction (the story is below so skip this first paragraph if you’re the tl;dr type): i wrote about this a very long time ago and the story got lost. This happened in my freshman year of college when me and my girlfriend at the time were 19. I remember always wanting to see a genuine accident, and for some reason she agreed to hold it. The rules were easy: drink enough to where you have to go but not too much. Wait a little while until it gets bad, but not too bad, and then we will hangout. The other was that she has to hold it and try to hold it no matter what even if it starts to come out. Last, I’m not supposed to know when so that it seems more real. Her roommates were gone for the entire week so she had a room to herself and invited me over after drinking quite a few liquids when we ate at a dining hall. Story description starts: To start this story I had just gotten back from lunch and played a game for about a half hour. Sarah (fake name for the real girl) had texted me but I didn’t pay any mind to it. I didn’t yet know that she had planned it for that day. I showered got out and saw more texts. The first was, “hey, wanna come over?” Which was the one I ignored. The next three while I showered were, “you may want to get over here soon.” “This is getting quite urgent” “come over here or I’m going to have to go before you’re here.” Now me not knowing what she planned I didn’t know where she was going, but I texted back and headed over. I was greeted to her in a green t-shirt, and slightly dark blue jeans (not too dark). Her underwear she had on were light blue cotton panties. To give a small description she was about 5’4, had blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, and was skinny/slender. She had about B cup breasts and her but was round and protruded slightly but was not voluptuous. She was good looking. The real story begins: So, after I got there she stated, “I was really starting to have to pee and would’ve had to go if you didn’t get here. It’s getting bad.” I got excited at the idea and proceeded to follow her to her room. She locked the door. She began to pace a little around her room until she stood still at the corner edge of her bed with her legs crossed. She had tried this before and left before it got bad, but even then she had stayed in one spot for a bit and crossed her legs to hold it while it got bad. She had told me while she had crossed her legs that it’s a comfortable position for her so that she doesn’t jolt her bladder. After a few minutes she began to put her left hand on her crotch while crossing her legs (she’s a lefty) and started to state that it was getting worse. She kept trying to check her phone to text people or check Facebook so she’d keep her hand in between her legs and would walk over, cross her legs and move her legs with her knee arched in and would switch legs, and then would proceed to walk back to the same spot and cross her legs again. I could see occasionally she would begin to squeeze a tiny bit harder with her hand. She began to walk slower to check her phone and stated it wasn’t getting a bit worse. At this point it starts getting even more interesting. She seemed a bit more frozen in place and looked at me and asked, “how am I suppose to check my phone? This got really bad” and then breathed a little sharply, increased the pressure of her hand and leg slightly and looked at me. I stated, “well why not use both hands? The pressure should subside a tiny bit, then you can go over and check your phone and position yourself just like you are here.” So she put her right hand over her left and uncrossed her legs and walked over to her phone (it was about 6 feet away from where she stood so not far) and did a small dance that looked like a jog on the way over and giggled a little at what she called her own ridiculousness. She then did the same thing walking back over. She hung her head down for a second and squeezed a little harder clearly starting to feel the urgency. She told me she can’t believe she’s still holding it and felt her own bladder then told me to feel it. It was as hard as a rock almost to her belly button. That bladder was full and she looked like the pressure was intense. She crossed her leg again and stated she couldn’t really move too much anymore. As this continued she began to hunch a little more as the pressure increased. She starting having to switch hands as the pressure she was using to hold herself turned her knuckles white and when she switched hands her legs relaxed from what looked like an iron locked grip on each other. She began to hunch over slightly in a way that I could see were slight bladder spasms and her eyes would squint as she clenched and her breathing would become harder during those times. One time in particular she bent forward suddenly and exclaimed “ow ow ow!!” She had bent so suddenly she got a back cramp. I had hugged her to give back support and massaged the cramp. She said, “this is the worst I’ve had to go in my whole life” and recounted some stories of where she’s felt a bladder spasm like this but always went when they weren’t as intense because she would read and be so into the book. She then went back to staying slightly hunched over and switching her hand once in a while. The best way I could describe this is that over the course of this entire time she began to look more like a cork that was going to explode. Her leg was locked in place and her hands were white with the pressure she was putting on herself. She was giving it her all to hold it. I could tell that it was getting worse and worse. She was more quiet and stiff in her position besides her body’s movements. Her breathing began to get harsh as she bent forward again with her hand turning white. She looked at me and stated, “This isn’t going to work much longer.” She then bent forward again and I could hear her strained breathing. I asked if a little had already come out and if her underwear was wet at all and all she’s could do was shake her head slightly yes. No leaks were visible but very tiny ones had happened. I took a few steps back because I wanted to watch her whole body react to the inevitable. She stated that she literally could not move and was locked in a hunched over position. She then gasped a little and in the in between switched her hand back to her left (clearly trying to get the max pressure relief from her dominant hand) and then stayed in that hunched over position. Then she exclaims “Are you kidding me?!? I already stopped it twice!!” And I could see a drop starting to come from the back of her pants. She kept her legs crossed very tightly and continued to put pressure on her hand. It stopped for a second and then it spread more until it covered her from her butt to her feet. A puddle had started to form at her feet. Up until that point she’s kept her hand hard pressed trying to stop it. “Ew ew ew!” She exclaimed as she removed her hand clearly losing control. Then she said “I give up” because it had already come out and she wasn’t able to stop it. I thought she would’ve leaked once with how hard she was trying but I guess all that effort lead to an inevitable soft explosion instead. It didn’t come out too violently as she had tried to hold through the flood but a lot did come out in the end. She stated that she tried her absolute hardest but that it was unstoppable. She took off her pants revealing her soaked underwear and she then left and took a shower. Our afterstory remains ours after that. The last part of the deal was that after she actually succeeded in doing this then I would too to keep things “even” in a sense. My own experience was a bit interesting as well. Let me know what you think! I haven’t shared anything in a very long time, but I hope this was worth the read. I tried being descriptive even in the parts where not too much occurred. Signing Off, Cool Bro.
    2 points
  11. The majority of accidental wettings have two key contributors. Lack of foresight, and fate. This one was no exception. I am currently working. I won't get into details as to what I do, but it is of the utmost importance that I stay at my seat (unless I'm at lunch), lest I get in trouble if I happen to miss a very important phone call. It has happened once or twice. Three strikes, and you're out. I forgot to mention the third contributor. The third contributor is the mind. Our story begins early this morning, in which I oversleep and make a mad dash for the car, driving to work and forgetting to do everything I usually do yet somehow manage to look presentable. An extremely short black dress complemented by a black leggings are what I sport. Today, my workload is light. And with light workloads, boredom tends to increase. What better way to spend the time than to learn other languages? Today might have gone quite uneventful had a friend not asked me one important question: "How do you say, 'I can't hold it anymore!' in French?" Having only begun to learn the language, I was completely stumped. And so I spent hours upon hours, working with my friend to learn all related words, and maybe, just maybe being able to answer that question. By the end of it, I was able to say things like "I need to pee" to "I HAVE to pee NOW!" to "please... I've got to pee." All the while fighting to keep my voice calm and pleasant when a work call DID come in, because such learning was quite effective and rewarding and, dare I say, pleasant. At least people on the other end of the call couldn't see me blush or fidget slightly. Wait, I'd been fidgeting? I stopped my quest for a moment to assess the situation, and it turned out that indeed, j'ai eu besoin de faire pipi. (GIven my limited knowledge, I probably wrote that wrong, but I digress.) It dawned on me that I desperately needed to do something that I had forgotten to that morning. I had barely been drinking water, but the need was strong as ever, and lunch was on its way. But even a few minutes can seem like hours in such a state. Anybody passing by my office would probably think I was a bit concerned about something, what with the way I was squirming. And then I got the fateful call from my coworker who was supposed to relieve my station, and me by extension. She had asked me to pick up some lunch for her today, and I knew she was feeling fairly weak from a recent surgery, so I couldn't say no nor could I delay in. After the agonizing few minutes until I heard her footsteps, I just sat there trembling, hardly able to focus on the work I did have, and when she did arrive, I did not even allow myself to glance back at the restroom door as I walked away from work, and into the dangerous position of driving to the restaurant where I was to obtain both our lunches. I really wish I had tinted my windows. Fate was at least kind in one regard: No buses were passing by. Anybody who was in a bus, or at least a very high pick up, would be able to see the driver of a pretty little car with one pale hand jammed tightly between her legs. Said hand had no choice but to leave its position once I reached a very crowded and very slow drive-thru. Squeezing as tightly as my thighs would allow without stepping too hard on the brake or the gas, I gritted my teeth and focused on the task ahead. But to no avail. What with all the concentrations, my mind could only think in French: je dois vraiment pisser... My mouth followed suit, speaking the new words I had learned just that morning. A rush of completely unexpected blissful torment struck me like a truck, and I had to fight to not actually cry out with the mixed sensation (the window was still open as I had just placed the orders). Not only did affirming and acknowledging my need exacerbate it, but there was a simple truth I still cannot comprehend: the language I was learning simply sounds beautiful, and is especially sexy once one knows. Or even when they don't. In any case, I could feel my panties moisten a little but I was in no place to check and identify what it was. "Miss, we're a little backed up, so could you please wait over here and we'll bring your food to you?" I jumped, shattered out of my reverie. "Uh, sure," I replied, evidence of unsteadiness in my voice and face. "That's perfectly fine." At least my mind was free to whimper. Each passing moment dragged on, plopping onto the last one after its time finished and continuing to weigh more and more onto my little bladder. No sooner had I received the food and gave the workers my best customer service smile, than I hightailed it out of there as fast as the law would allow. Okay, okay, maybe a little faster than that. Pulling in to work to deliver the goods and repeating the words I'd learned with new waves of need and pleasure at once, I comforted myself with the reminder that, all I had to do was give my friend her lunch, and then I would be free to go. My body thought otherwise. Leaning over into the passenger seat to grab the food, I felt a spasm down below and immediately stiffened every muscle of my body to staunch the flow. I snapped up straight like a rubber band, and braced myself for leaning over again. Just for a little bit, just grab what you need, I told myself. After steeling myself, I lunged to grab ahold of everything in as little time as possible, but it wasn't enough. Another squeeze. And this time I knew full well what was in my panties. Throwing every sense of dignity out the window, I sprinted towards the bathroom, stopping only to drop the food off on a table. My friend would get it afterwards. With trembling hands I undid the latch and shut myself into the safe haven my work so graciously provided. Relief flooded me as I unleashed a torrent into the bowl. I even indulged in letting out a very tiny "Aah...". Inspecting the damage, there was nothing major. Anything more severe up to a point would be obscured by my black leggings. But that's irrelevant to one's ability to feel the wetness post-leak. I mean....as I write, I certainly do.
    2 points
  12. Poor her

    After lunch, the girls find a spot on the beach. Immediately, Ellen empties her bladder. Laura instantly takes her top off. “What? You know how I feel about tanlines”, she says. “Actually, if you don’t mind...”, Karolina says untying her bikini top. “I sure as hell don’t”, Anna giggles, also taking off her top. “What about you three?” ”Oh. Why not?”, Ellen says to her sister’s surprise. “Remember last year’s beach party? I feel a lot more comfortable now”, she explains. Somewhat reluctantly, Natalia and Emma decide to bare their boobs too. Also, the sand around Emma starts to darken. “Needed to pee as well”, Natalia asks. “Badly”, Emma replies. “Me too”, Karolina says pointing at her crotch. “Honestly, I could really use a toilet too”, Natalia says. “So here goes”. After some hours tanning, the girls decide it’s time to cool of in the water. “Are you naked?”, Natalia asks her sister holding her bikini bottoms. “I just want to feel the water around my pussy as I pee”, Laura answers. “And how does it feel?”, Anna asks intrigued. “Absolutely amazing”. “I’ll have to try it myself then”, Anna says, taking off her bottoms and letting go. “You are so right!” After the girls had some fun in the water, they head back to their tents. “Isn’t that the girl that wet her pants last night?”, Emma asks at some point. “I guess so”, Ellen answers. “But I guess it’s her friend who’s desperate to pee this time”, Natalia adds. “Definitely”, Laura says, “wait... is the girl telling her to just wet herself?” “Better yet, she’s showing it. Look at her legs, they’re glistening with pee”, Anna points out. “And her friend’s following her lead. Her bum is wet”, Karolina notices. “What an amazing girl. Into omo at such a young age” TO BE CONTINUED
    2 points
  13. Leaking. I'm sooo weak for a cute, subby guy with suuch a full bloated bladder, leaking. Seeing his poor bladder get so full that he's dripping piss uncontrollably. He's not to the point of wetting yet, he wants to keep on holding until he REALLY bursts. He's so turned on by his desperately full bladder, but it's so full that he can't even get an erection. Piss drips pathetically off the tip of his cock, his bladder is forcing out drips. He chugs another glass of water, knowing it will go straight to his already bulging bladder. He wants to hold it. He loves to see his bladder swell up, he loves the absolute loss of control when it gets to it's fullest point. He's fantasizing about losing control, which won't be too far away. The drips turn to spurts as his bladder swells bigger, he's holding almost 2 liters of piss and his bladder is so full it's painful. He loves it. He tries to stop the spurts but they keep Coming, and oh, he's so full... Eventually the spurts become a steady stream. His urethra and bladder have given up the fight, forcing all the piss out of him. He potty dances and shakes while he pisses himself uncontrollably... Ooh, that was a good hold.
    2 points
  14. Chapter 3-A short and dangerous encounter Monica squabbled back to her office and sat down at her desk, her bladder ready to burst! She sat with her legs crossed hard and then noticed her coffee mug with a picture of a waterfall on it. “Oh hohoho!” She moaned in disparity. Her legs shaking, bladder pulses becoming so painful she almost cried. She put the mug on the ground and decided as much as she hated to, she’d have to use the large mug to contain the flood within. This was getting too serious, and she was a nice cute girl, she didn’t deserve this! Why oh why was it happening!? She took some deep breaths. Her gut on fire from the nerves. She carefully got off of the seat and aimed her ass over the mug on the floor trying to line up with her splincher which was close to shattering. “Here goes nothing.” As she peeled down her panties, her boss walked into the room and she flung up from her slouch and crossed her legs as she felt herself about to blow! “Ready for the meeting?” Her boss asked. Monicas heart sank. “I...I...I thought it wasn’t until 4?!” She panicked. Barely able to control herself from shaking due to the intense, insane urge to pee right there and now. What made it worse was her boss slurped loudly on his coffee as they spoke, and the water slushing sounds made it harder to keep it in and control. She wanted to cry, poor, poor girl. “Moved up to 3. So it’ll be within the hour. Do make sure you’re there. I’ll need you on stage.” And with that he left. But not before stopping at the water fountain in her office, but instead of pulling one of the paper cups, just pouring more into his coffee cup, and oh how the pouring tortured Monica. She felt physically and emotionally ill, just ready to have s nervous breakdown and get locked in the psyche ward because that’s how bad it would be if she soaked herself at this job that took forever to obtain. “See you then sweetie,” he flicked her a wink and some liquid from his cup dripped to the floor and splashed. Monica almost yelled as she grabbed her crotch in agony, shoving her finger so deep in under her panties shaking up and down with her eyes closed and grinding her teeth. Heavy breaths exhaled from her. She laid her head down on her desk as she crossed her legs, wiggles her foot and had her hands holding on. She didn’t know what the hell she was gonna do. to be continued
    2 points
  15. That isn't a typo- in this compilation, the women sit/squat above a diaper (or several) and pee on them, not in them. Warning: female nudity https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59492d91ef942
    2 points
  16. 1,191 downloads

    This is part one of three of EVO DLEE-267 (720 resolution) If anyone has the 1080 version, please post it and I'll remove this.
    Free
    1 point
  17. This is the translated version of the Ralsei Omorashi Doujinshi I posted a while back. Made by this artist from pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=336458
    1 point
  18. Hello friends! In case you didn't know, some months ago, Mojikue, the currently best omorashi game, was finished and realized by Aoi Akurage. For those of you who don't know, it's an RPG game, similar to the Pokémon games for Nintendo, with an omorashi feature of course. Unfortunately, it is completely in Japanese, and it's really difficult to play if you don't understand a single word. An autotranslated version of this game was released, but it is a raw translation, and you can't really enjoy the game. There were plans for a proper translation, as it was made for the demo. Unfortunately, nothing came out about this translation, and it's kinda sad, since many people are patiently waiting to play this masterpiece. So, here i am asking: Can somebody of translate, or help me find some people capable of this project? I would have done it myself, but i can't speak a word of japanese. Any help would be really appreciated. Here is a link to this game:
    1 point
  19. Often enough people want to write a story. But they can't think of a particularly good plot. Or a good way to execute a plot. Or don't have the motivation or time to commit to the hours it takes to write and edit a "proper" story. Particularly since stories can sometimes get swept off the front page here quickly enough that they get missed by a large chunk of their potential audience. But! If you have half an hour to spare you can write a quick little story with a fun writing exercise that I sometimes use. I call it Writing-On-A-Roll but it has plenty of other names, whatever. The point is you roll a die a few times, compare the results to the handy table I'll make below, then spend exactly 30 minutes working on a story that you've been given the prompts for. There are online dice rolling simulators if you don't have a physical one handy. Just google "dice roller". Then post whatever you get done in 30 minutes. You should definitely post it. The more people who do the more people will feel comfortable sharing. It doesn't have to have great structure, or be well edited, or be long. Just whatever you manage. Maybe it'll inspire you to spend a bit more time on it and make it into a standalone story, maybe it'll get your mind and motivation working on something else, maybe it'll just be a thing you did for 30 minutes one time. It's worth reading over the table first and replacing anything you really wouldn't want to write about. The point is to write about something that isn't your usual focus/interest, but not something completely unappealing. Finally, this is the honour system. You get one set of rolls and 30 minutes, play fair. ? Character 1. You, exactly you. 2. An exhausted waitress 3. An irritated scientist 4. A tipsy actress 5. A bubbly young parent 6. A bossy reporter Setting 1. A small town during a thunderstorm 2. A space station during a rare astronomical event 3. A cruise ship in the middle of the ocean 4. A busy city street during a festival 5. A vehicle crossing the desert 6. A party with no one that you know Climax 1. "Just made it" 2. "Private accidental wetting" 3. "Semi-public accidental wetting" 4. "Very public accidental wetting" 5. "Private deliberate wetting" 6. "Public deliberate wetting"
    1 point
  20. This is a true story from when I was in school as a kid - I've told it before on other omorashi/desperation forums, so some of you might find it familiar When I was in school, one day our class took a field trip. We went from our school in the far southeast corner of Queens into Manhattan, to the Town Hall Theater, to see a performance of African folk dances. It was actually a great show, but I suspect some of my female classmates couldn't appreciate it. If you've ever been to the Town Hall Theater, you'll note that they have the bathrooms arranged very oddly It's an old theater, and I suspect when it was built they didn't have any ladies rooms at all - just a men's room in the basement for the orchestra level male theatergoers, and another men's room in the balcony for men up there....and no toilets for women at all (this was common in theaters in NYC up until the 1920s - only men got restrooms, and women were expected to sit through the entire performance without anywhere to pee) At some point the theater was retrofitted - the men's' room in the basement remained a men's room, and the balcony men's room got converted to a ladies room We had all gotten to school at the usual time - 8:40 - our teacher Mrs G didn't let us use the bathroom before leaving, and the three mothers who had volunteered to chaperone the trip (my mom was one of them) didn't insist that we get to go, so when we got to the theater at 10 we all had to pee. We got to the theater, and Mrs G, my mom and the other two moms saw that the only bathroom directly accessible from the lobby was the men's room in the basement. The arrangement the theater had with the school was that the kids were allowed in the orchestra seating, but not the balcony, for safety reasons. So...they told the girls to wait in the lobby while the boys got to go pee in the men's room The girls had to pee just as bad as we did, so they were very upset - they clearly saw the big sign that said LADIES ROOM that pointed up to the balcony, they were all as anxious to pee as we were, so they stated pleading "Mrs G_______, can we PLEASE go to the balcony?" They didn't want to blurt out in front of the boys that they had to pee, and that their only reason for wanting to go to the balcony was to USE THE LADIES ROOM Mrs G said "NO! students aren't allowed in the balcony!" So the desperate girls were stuck in the lobby, needing to pee but with no way to go to the toilet and they had to wait while the boys all go to pee Mrs G, my mom and the other two moms didn't get to pee either, for what it's worth After we'd finished using the men's room, it was empty, and Mrs G and the moms could have let the girls use the men's room...but apparently that was out of the question Mrs G made a vague promise to the girls that she'd find some way for them to go to the restroom after the show, then we were led into the theater, and my girl classmates had to sit through a TWO HOUR performance, with full bladders, all badly needing to pee. The boys paid rapt attention to the African dancers, especially the very charismatic lead male dancer - we really got into the show The girls....were all very distracted and could not pay attention, for obvious reasons My mom and the other two moms were also kind of distracted After the show, the girls were still pleading to "go to the balcony"...the answer was still NO and they were marched out of the theater Fortunately, Mrs G had planned to take us to a nearby McDonalds for lunch - and that McDonald's had a men's room and a ladies room on the first floor. We got there, and most of the boys just calmly sauntered over to the counter to order their food (we'd all been told to bring lunch money with us) - we were all thirsty so we all got big sodas. The girls, on the other hand, immediately made a beeline for THE LADIES ROOM - they were far more interested in that than they were in a Big Mac and a Coke (the last thing any of them needed was any fluid!) The moms and Mrs G didn't use the facilities - they were just trying to keep track of the boys getting food and the girls squirming in line for the ladies room. Me and a couple of other boys decided to visit the men's room before ordering our food (in my case because I was very interested in the desperation of my girl classmates) - the men's room was small - I think just one toilet and one urinal - so even with just 3 or 4 boys in there it was overcrowded. I had no idea how small the ladies room was, but there were about 15 girls waiting to use it, so it was overcrowded and there was a long wait The line was so long that by the time I'd peed, washed my hands, ordered my burger, fries and coke and sat down to eat, there were still girls waiting to use the ladies room., Remember, every boy had had a chance to pee when we got to the theater at 10 and if we wanted we got another chance to pee when we got to the McDonald's around 12:30 or so. The girls hadn't had a chance to pee since they left their houses that morning - so most of them hadn't had an opportunity to relieve themselves since at least 8AM FINALLY all the girls got to pee, and they got to get their food - although they didn't have as much time to eat as we did - all of the boys had sodas with our lunch, I think a whole lot of the girls decided to pass on having a drink with their food After lunch, Mrs G made sure any boy who needed to got another chance to go to the bathroom - she didn't go, she didn't give the girls or the moms a chance to go either (none of the moms had had a chance to go since they left their houses that morning - including my mom, who I'm pretty sure hadn't had a chance to pee since at least 7 that morning) We got back on the bus at 1:30, got back to our school at 2:30 - nobody was given a chance to go in the school to use the restroom again, we all just got sent home My mom waited for me so we could go home together - and of course as soon as she got home she immediately rushed to the bathroom
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  21. cewe cewengompol art

    A snapshot of the daily antics of some girls with a lot of badluck
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  22. After hanging around here for years and trying all manner of ways to have a real uncontrollable wetting, I was finally able to achieve it. I want to share since I was only able to do it because of the content on here. Background - I've had a strong bladder for most of my life. I've always been into holding my piss, but less into wetting. I do like the feeling of letting go in my pants, but it isn't as good as the desperation itself, and cleanup can be a pain with coin-op laundry and not living alone. A couple weeks ago, I finally had a couple days of being home alone to try my new idea out. Every time I've tried to wet using something like the rapid desperation method, I'd eventually either give up from boredom or, more frequently, from experiencing back pain (a bad sign - I'll pass on the kidney damage). I've been so good at holding my piss that I don't even need to consciously squeeze - even if I'm bursting, my bladder just holds it in until I choose to let go. The closest I had ever been to wetting before is when I tried to trick my bladder into thinking it couldn't or didn't need to hold for very long by letting pee out as often as possible, so I tried this. In the past it had lead to some minor leaks. On the first day of this method, after waking up and letting my morning piss go, I stood up at my standing desk with a large container below it so that I could just piss as soon as I had the urge. I drank a good amount of fluids, like water, coffee, tea, and orange juice, but it wasn't crazy as if I had been doing rapid desperation. All I did was let go as soon as I needed to - I didn't try to hold during the day. In the evening, I tried holding until it got uncomfortable (but no back pain!), and let it go in the toilet. After that, when I needed to go I tried to let it out as soon as I got in front of the toilet, even as I was pulling my dick out of my pants. On day 2, I decided to hold my normal morning piss, and to fill my bladder with irritating liquids over a couple hours. I had about 12 oz of coffee, 8 oz of orange juice, and about 12 oz of water. I let my morning piss go after about an hour when I got desperate, and then then had a second coffee with a shot of whisky in it and sipped on water and orange juice. I let myself go as soon as I felt the need for a couple hours more, then I decided I would keep sipping water and juice and hold. Late afternoon is when things got interesting. Normally I only ever feel a need to pee in my actual dick - typically at the base, but sometimes at the head. After holding for a while and feeling like I was bursting, I started to actually feel my bladder in my lower abdomen. I kept holding and leaked a few drops here and there, and had to keep holding by squeezing my pelvic floor muscles. A short while later, when clenching to keep the piss in, I felt a pinching and almost burning pain in the perineal area, which I'd never felt before. I let a little spurt go in my pants and the pain subsided a little, but came back some when I started holding again. It would come for a few seconds and go away, and come and go. After a while longer of holding like this, I had to actually grab my dick and hold it shut to keep in this piss that had entered my urethra - again, this is the first time. I'd then wait until the urge got a little weaker, then I'd let go and the piss in there would just come out, which was a really interesting feeling. After holding a bit more I figured I'd see if I could give myself an accident by going in front of the toilet. I stood in front and had the strongest urge I've ever had in my life, with that pinching feeling below and a full sensation in my abdomen. I was able to hold it in for a few minutes by clenching everything and leaning on the wall behind the toilet, and I walked away. I got another strong urge a few minutes later, and this time, I actually couldn't stop it. I stood in front of the toilet and the piss just forced itself out of me. I tried stopping it by squeezing my muscles and it just forced its way into my urethra and all the way out. It was incredible. The things I tried those days that I hadn't tried before were to actually commit to peeing as soon as I felt the need the first day, and drinking juice on the second day. I've never had juice while holding, only coffee, tea, and forms of alcohol. Hope my story helps some of you who need a little help having a real accident!
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  23. I like this one. Two girls on a volleyball court messing around. One laughs so much she wets herself and has to kneel in the sand. https://vk.com/video410592142_456239794
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  24. Join Alisha as she acts out one of her longest held fantasies in this video, as she pees her pants in a classroom. This scene starts with Alisha explaining her classroom wetting fantasy. She talks about how once, in high school, she had an accident while laughing and it was kind of a turn-on for her. Since then, she has fantasized about peeing her pants in a classroom without consequences. In this scene, Alisha gets a chance to act out her fantasy. In a classroom setting, Alisha intentionally pees in her jeans, completely soaking them. Once she is done peeing, she shows off her dripping wet pants for our camera. Then, turned on, she proceeds to masturbate in her wet clothing while we watch. The video continues until she climaxes.
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  25. Yay! I'm a real member now! Really for realsies!
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  26. That was a fantastic chapter
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  27. I understand the problem. I'll keep working on this. Remember that Aoi Kurage, and the people like Newp o Lisk, took a lot of effort in this project. And we've waited for how much? 5 Years to play this game? There is no way we can end it like this. I'll keep searching for more people
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  28. If you are looking for it today, this is the site I managed to find: https://www.dplay.se/program/fraga-olle-dokumentaren The website's in Swedish, but it's season 5, episode 2 (shown as S05A02).
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  29. Author's note: A story as low-effort and cheap as the game itself. I stopped caring, just like I did with the game. --------------- “Brrr,” practically everyone in the party seemed to complain at the same time. They had reason to, the land of Lowee, and this Hyrarule Snowfield, were known for their arctic conditions, as snow covered every inch of the terrain. What a place for a guild request to send them. And to say the team was underdressed for the temperatures was an understatement. Neptune was in a short skirt, Noire was in a dress, Vert was showing off her body all over, and Compa had a skirt to cancel out her sweater. The only ones not suffering from the frigid winds were IF, who had enough of a fur-trimmed coat to make up for her short shorts, and Blanc, the CPU of this realm, and therefore used to the chill. While many would say the presence of Blanc, a CPU, a goddess, was a blessing on this little group, in actuality, all four goddesses of Gamindustri were present. Noire was the CPU of Lastation, Vert was the CPU of Leanbox, and even if she didn't remember it, Neptune was actually the CPU of Planeptune. Though one wouldn't know it from the way she acted. “This place is more sub-zero than a fighting game spin-off! How does anyone live here?!” “The people of Lowee are hearty and strong,” Blanc claimed. “Well, I'm not! I'm going to freeze to death here! And it's really not helping that my PP's maxed out!” Neptune had been shivering this whole time, clutching her arms close to her chest, but the shaking seemed to get more severe as she gripped the front of her skirt, stepping in place, kicking the snow around her feet in small piles. It was a surprise to no one that Neptune was so open about her bodily functions. Compa and IF could better attest, traveling with her the longest, but she had proven to have a minuscule bladder and no shame. Because of this, every time they needed to cross a long outdoor distance, Neptune would always need a pit stop, running behind the nearest bush with her hands on her crotch. And if there was no barrier for privacy nearby, she would easily undress in front of everyone. Thankfully for everyone else, there was a sizable snow-covered bush just off the path. “Then hurry up and go,” Noire directed, pointing to the shrub as all came to a halt. Neptune looked the plant over, like she would ever refuse, and turned to one of her friends. “Do you want to come with me, Iffy?” Upon hearing the request, IF soon blushed, her blood hot and red enough to stave off the cold. “W-what makes you think I want to join you?!” “You're basically the same size as me, don't you need to leak by now too?” “Of course I don't! I'm nowhere near as tiny as you,” she shouted, taking misplaced offense to that sort of claim. Vert's face fell. “Oh. I was hoping to get a view of Iffy doing that.” “Aw, come on, Iffy,” Neptune continued, “I need someone else's body heat, or I'm going to freeze without all the warm pee inside me!” Compa, ever the mediator, stepped forward. “Actually, I could probably stand to go about now, Nep-Nep.” With a bright smile on her face, Neptune took Compa's hand and began leading her behind the bush. “That's it, Compa! Tinkle twins!” Because it was practically next to them, it wasn't long before the two were positioned on the opposite end of the plant. Unfortunately for all, the shrub wasn't exactly tall, only reaching up to Compa's knees and Neptune's upper thigh while standing. All were able to see them lift their skirts and pull down their panties before they squatted down. Without too much room to spread out, Neptune and Compa were touching each other's sides as they lowered themselves, underwear stretched out at their knees, revealing a tiny wet patch on Neptune's purple-striped panties, while Compa's pink lace panties remained clean. Being far closer to bursting, the goddess was the first to fire her stream off, a powerful yellow-tinged spray that soaked into the snow a short distance from her privates, dying the white a dirty yellow, melting straight through and letting off steam. Compa followed soon afterwards, peeing a respectable pee, without the same hue or force as her friend beside her. Both sighed in relief as their bladders shrunk without the contents keeping them enlarged. Two distinct small pits of gold sunk deeper, eventually hitting the soil far below, causing urine to begin rising back up. Mere feet away, the rest of the girls did their best to overlook what was happening, out of courtesy. The soft surface being splattered upon meant the sound was neatly muffled out, even their sighs and occasional moan were kept to a minimum volume. It was just hard to look past that it was happening at all. Even as the group became more and more accustomed to this kind of activity, both as witnesses and participants, it never seemed to become any less awkward. For Blanc, however, ignoring the event transpiring behind that plant was imperative. Not just because of the aura of weirdness emanating from the bush, but the knowledge of what exactly it was. Blanc did not want to think about pee, lest she start to pee herself. This many girls staying in an inn prior to embarking, the bathroom was almost always occupied, meaning long waits to brush teeth, take a bath, or use the toilet. And Lowee's CPU just so happened to be in that metaphorical line when IF came in to report that she had a new assignment, and that they needed to leave immediately. Blanc wouldn't admit it, but the time elapsed since the restroom had been so cruelly stolen away from her had taken its toll on her constitution. She wasn't exactly the largest girl ruling Gamindustri, as merely standing next to Vert painfully reminded her, she had filled up fast and filled up bad, packing her below-average bladder to the rim with urine. And of course, she couldn't just say she needed to go. They honestly hadn't been out in the wilderness for very long, admitting defeat now was tantamount to calling herself weak. Neptune being kind of incompetent, that was something that had become generally accepted among the group, but Blanc was different. She was a CPU with a job to do, if her fellow goddesses were to think that she was incapable of even holding her bladder, she'd stand no chance in the Console Wars. And if that news got out to the greater public, Lowee's shares would plummet. No, whatever would come next, she needed to hold it until she reached the bathroom. “Ahhh!” Shuffling behind cover, Neptune pulled her underwear back up and stood with her loud voicing of relief, Compa silently following shortly afterwards. “Feels really good to make some yellow snow,” she declared, patting her skirt down and running back to the group. “I can't say it wasn't soothing, but I wouldn't really call it my preferred method of doing my business,” Compa contended. “Well, pudding tastes better when I'm hungry, so peeing feels better when I gotta go!” As soon as they were whole once more, the party resumed their walk as the conversation continued. “Yeah, you say practically the same thing no matter where you stop to answer nature's call,” IF informed. “It is curious, however,” Vert interjected. “I figured a gamer like you would have trained your bladder to hold for as long as the game is going. I mean, I've needed to sit through agony on long raids in Four Goddesses Online many a time, running to the toilet once the boss was clear.” IF's face fell into despair as Vert continued her tale. “Please, stop right there, Lady Vert,” she pleaded. “My mental image of you can only take so much reality before shattering.” Oblivious to IF's objections, Neptune answered the question. “I've tried, but my bladder meter is just too small for that to be possible. I've instead taken those stat points and put them into bottle peeing! Still means I don't need to abandon the game!” Vert nodded. “Oh, that's a useful skill too! Done that plenty of times myself, but I try to avoid it because I'm a bit messy with it.” IF's hands shot over her ears and pressed down hard. “Lalalalala, I'm not listening!” Noire put a comforting arm around IF's shoulder. “It's better if you give up that image of the goddesses being these pure, noble deities, because I can tell you that's not the truth.” A fuse inside Blanc snapped from hearing that. “I am an excellent CPU, far better than you slackers! The citizens of Lowee admire me for my resolve and strength, not just for my tits like a certain other goddess present!” As easily the most well-endowed member of the team, Vert knew well who she was taking her anger out on, and responded in kind. “Yes, it would be difficult for Lowee to praise those which do not exist. It's a wonder they have not mistaken their ruler for a god, and not a goddess. After all, there's nothing visible to correct such an understanding.” Eyes glowing red with fury, Blanc began channeling her power, turning the very air around her cold, or colder. “You wanna do this, udder girl?! You want to settle who has the better exclusive features?! I'll mop the floor with your oversized fat deposits!” A pillar of light surrounded Blanc as she prepared to shift into Hard Drive Divinity mode. That turned out to be a mistake. As soon as she began to exert herself, resources were taken away from other, more critical functions. Once the power began taking effect, sending goosebumps across her skin and her hair on end, her crotch suddenly accrued a small splotch of warmth. “Eep!” The transformation process was aborted as she slammed her legs closed. “Chickening out, are you,” Vert taunted. “Y-you're lucky I'm not up to smashing your boobs flat right now. I'll do it later.” The splotch of urine that had soaked into her panties stayed solo, giving Blanc a little breathing room. She wasn't going to pee herself yet, but the golden waves crashing hard inside her bladder, the mounting pressure and pain, the unventilated heat wreaking havoc on her inner components, it was only a matter of time before she was pushed to her system limits, limits seemingly far lower than the competition. Clearly, leaving before using the toilet earlier was a mistake, but what could she do now? If years of long days holding court in the Basilicom had taught Blanc anything, once she started leaking, the full flood was only cycles away. And if that horror were to pass, no amount of talent could ever recover her pride. Better to admit her shortcoming now and sacrifice a small amount of dignity, rather than wait to have an accident and flush all her prestige away. “H-hey, we need to-” “Stop!” IF's call halted everyone in their tracks, Blanc in particular jumping at the sudden shriek, a tiny yellow drop flying down from beneath her skirt if anyone was looking. To say she was unhappy about the startle would be an understatement, as she shifted straight into rage mode once more. “What the hell?!” “Quiet,” Vert warned, putting a hand over Blanc's mouth. “There's the monster.” With her face still covered, Blanc peeked around the bodies of everyone who had been walking in front of her for the beast in question. And there it was, a massive blue blob with a face, a Dogoo, bouncing happily, like its territory had not been intruded upon. “What, another slime,” Neptune complained. “Unless it's a metal slime, it's not worth getting all up in arms about.” As the CPU of this realm, it only made sense that Blanc recognized the specific breed. “That's a Special Dogoo. As the size indicates, it's not going to go down easy.” Noire smirked. “That's fine. Neither will we.” A pillar of light surrounded Noire, and when it subsided, instead hovered Black Heart, Noire in her HDD form. Neptune and Vert soon followed, transforming into Purple Heart and Green Heart, respectively. Suddenly, even in their much skimpier outfits, they were no longer shivering from the cold, thanks to divine power keeping them warm. Blanc was still quivering, for entirely different reasons, those reasons also being the explanation why she wasn't activating HDD. It was all too obvious, there would be a terrifying sight should she tap into her full power, thanks to her fuller bladder. She could take a lot of punishment, but this desperation was already pushing her to her limits. Getting into a brawl now would surely send her flying off the edge. Unfortunately, pacifism wasn't looking to be an option. “Are you going to join us, Blanc,” Purple Heart asked. “Of course she won't,” Green Heart chastised. “This is a fight for big girls, after all.” While the intense agony of pee desperation could never disappear from her mind, the taunting did awaken Blanc's inner rage and make it seem less harrowing. “Oh, hell no! I'll show you how a real goddess fights, you big-booby bimbo bastard!” Gathering her power, Blanc began switching into HDD, pirating precious concentration away from her hold. Naturally, this resulted in further panty-dampening, but she pushed through it. Around the time the crotch of her underwear became fully soaked, the transformation finally took full effect, and there hovered the small White Heart in her white leotard, and still dying to piss. “You ready, Dogoo bitch?! I'll show you what happens when you get in a CPU's way!” “Hey, no need to get so worked up about it,” Black Heart warned. “It's just a Dogoo.” Paying no heed to her peer's warning, White Heart pulled a giant axe out of her non-existent pocket and held it aloft, ready to smash it down. “Don't care! This thing's going down!” Flying towards her opponent, far past her party, she put all her strength into swinging the heavy blade with everything she had, right onto the Dogoo's pointed head. The sharp edge caved the creature in...only for its gelatinous makeup to bounce the force back with equal and opposite power, sending White Heart flying and dribbling. “What the hell?!” “You can't use a power attack like that until we break its guard down,” IF warned. “I thought you knew that!” “O-of course I do! I know the most basic fundamentals of battle, dumbass! I just want this thing over, so I can-” “Less chatty, more smashy!” Purple Heart flew in, sword charged back at her side, forcing White Heart to dash out of the way, lest she get caught in the middle of the upcoming attack. She had only just barely escaped the range before Purple Heart unleashed her Cross Combo, a powerful, multi-hit flurry that sent the massive Dogoo soaring and slamming into the snowy ground. Of course, the creature got back up, almost no worse for wear. “Aw, man! He's not going to make it easy on us!” “Yeah, I just got told off for trying the same thing,” White Heart criticized, the growl of intense annoyance in her voice. “Well, I don't want to just wait around either,” Green Heart exclaimed, instead with a tone of excitement and anticipation. “Make it see red!” The Leanbox CPU came in with the same ferocity as her Planeptune peer, brandishing a spear, stabbing the Dogoo right in the face. Soon enough, everyone had drawn their arms and were all giving their everything into besting this beast. That is, everyone but White Heart, who was off to the side making do with a few basic attacks. She had tried one special move at the outset, and quickly learned that any substantial attacks would bring yellow stains upon her pure white outfit. As such, she preferred to potshot whenever there was an opening, retreating before she could leak. The problem soon became how much attacking she could safely get away with before she needed to break, seemingly reducing each time. Whenever she felt comfortable that she could manage one extra swing, a couple drops of urine would find their way out, and she was forced to slam her legs shut and get away. “Damn, why is this so freaking hard?!” White Heart was in pain, no other way to say it. Her bladder continued to pound from the inside, stretched out and seemingly splitting at the seams as it only just barely contained what felt like gallons of piss in her tiny bladder. She was defying every instinct in every nerve in her body to resist grabbing her crotch with everything she had, all in the name of preserving her dignity and image. Not to mention, the intense urge to make a huge pile of yellow snow just off the path. Even without any suitable cover to hide her actions, she was still extremely tempted. Though she didn't spend an incredible amount of time outdoors, she had enough experience with peeing outdoors to consider it a normal alternative, especially after being kicked out of the Basilicom. Embarrassing as it would be to do her violent business in front of her team, it had to be better than full-on wetting herself. “I can't piss myself! I refuse to be the only one who pisses herself!” She acted confident, but truth be told, she wasn't sure she could make it, not when she could practically feel her eyes popping out from the pressure. Each breath she took was shallow and deliberate, like her ribs were too tight on her lungs, and her legs just couldn't keep apart, continuously rubbing against one another for the absolute minuscule benefit it provided. Her left hand, the hand not gripping an ax, was gently stroking her delicates, a mere step away from clamping the part hard. And all this meant she wasn't contributing much to the ongoing battle. “Yo, White Heart, you're not a partner on the sidelines,” Purple Heart called out, “You gotta earn those experience points!” “Yeah, get in here and carry your weight,” Black Heart concurred. White Heart started grumbling at the orders from CPUs who knew nothing of her strife, and right on cue, the last one she wanted criticizing her opened her big mouth. “Is it getting too difficult for little Blanc? Maybe she should stand back and let the big girls finish this.” If there was anything that set Blanc off, it was Vert's smug condescension. And White Heart wasn't going to take it. “Fine then! I'll show you how a real goddess takes out the trash!” Taking her hand off her crotch, and using it to firmly grip her ax handle, she jumped in and unleashed a fury-fueled special move. Black Heart, who was attacking the Dogoo at the time, hurriedly got out of the way, because what came next would hurt. “Hard Break!” The ax swung upwards, knocking the Dogoo into the air. What followed was a barrage of destruction. A red aura spread across the ground, reaching to where the monster landed, hitting it even further. Spinning like a top, White Heart tossed the heavy weapon like an Italian plumber tossed a lizard, cutting the Dogoo to shreds. And finally, White Heart grabbed the fallen ax, jumping high in the air and bringing it down with the force of a Norse god superhero, obliterating the Dogoo and wiping it from the field. And of course, her enemy wasn't the only thing that felt the pain when all was said and done. She was already on the edge with regards to her bladder, and doing that attack didn't so much push her over the edge, but instead sent her jumping way past the kill zone, out beyond the point of even the slightest hope of recovery. Like water through a straw, she felt the pee sliding through her urethra. One drop stained her white leotard, then two, and that's when the floodgates burst open. Which of course meant it was time for everyone to approach her. “That was a destructive finish, Blanc,” Purple Heart praised, reverting back to Neptune as she did so. “Yeah, you were holding that one in for a long time,” IF observed. “Must have been pleasant to let that one loose.” “Do you have to phrase it like that?!” White Heart's white hot anger put silence on everyone, including the howling wind. Meaning, once the lull had set in, there was nothing to conceal the sounds that followed: a soft pattering of liquid falling from waist-height into soft snow, though it didn't stay silent for long. The stream of pee picked up steam quickly enough, shooting straight down between the goddess's legs in a gushing torrent, creating an off-color hole where the hot piss melted the white ground beneath her. No surprise, a CPU wetting herself was a shocking sight. Blanc's five compatriots couldn't say anything, they could only watch, with piercing gazes. Something White Heart noticed and was not at all pleased with. “You think this is interesting?! Gawking at the goddess with a tiny bladder?! Take a screenshot, it'll last longer!” She crossed her knees and covered her spouting crotch with her hands, which did nothing to hide the mortifying act taking place. If anything, it only made the accident more pervasive, snaking down her thighs into her tall white boots. Well, they weren't white anymore... As her clothes turned yellow, her face turned red, both contrasting with her pale appearance. Every drop of her tiny bladder was spraying out in a very visible, very very messy fashion, splattering the snow in a large circle beneath her. The soft splattering was quickly overshadowed by loud splashing liquids, and White Heart slowly spread her feet apart, descending slowly into the snow dyed with her shame, burying her face in her hands. And it just wouldn't stop. Blanc knew for a fact she had a low capacity, yet in the moment, it seemed bottomless. Even when she started putting real effort in to shoot it out with as much force as she could muster, multiplying the sound of the soft pattering until it was no longer soft, a change that happened to coincide with a puddle forming, meaning that a full-power waterfall was crashing into its pool, a deafening roar. And after all that, it still kept going, on and on. It wouldn't be so bad if her partners could take their damn eyes off her. It would still suck royally, but not having a half-dozen staring eyes would be more tolerable. But no, Neptune, Compa, IF, Noire, Vert, all of them just kept glaring blank gazes into her soul, and that was pissing her off. “What?! You never seen a goddess piss herself before?! Close your damn eyes, look the hell away, just stop looking at me!” Her words fell on deaf ears, maybe because they couldn't hear her over the flood. A flood that had the audacity to keep going, and it couldn't even feel good. Blanc had her fair share of close calls making it to the toilet just in time, and it was always a blissful experience. But now, it could hardly be more different. She had stretched her bladder out, maybe even backing up into her kidneys, her muscles were pushed to their limits and hurting. It was agony, every step of the way. That's why, in the end, White Heart was more relieved to not being peeing anymore. She was panting, exhausted, somehow breaking a sweat, but she was able to crack a smile at reaching the end. A tiny one, one that only lasted a frame or two. After all, it was hard to stay positive with all the witnesses still gawking at her, her dirty leotard crotch and pale thighs streaked with urine in full view. The moment was silent, the volume was dragged to zero, for an unbearably long time. In the silence, White Heart reverted back to her Blanc form. One would think that, because her clothes were no longer the same, she would be freed from the wet garments. She was not so lucky. Instead, the soaking was transferred to her normal clothes, which wasn't that much difference in appearance. Her legs were still bare, her white skirt was still yellowed, and she still had soaked panties beneath to maintain that feeling of her worst failure sticking to her most sensitive area. Finally, as slight moisture began to form underneath Blanc's eyes, Neptune stepped forward. “Too bad you can't reload a save to change your decision and go piddle with us, huh?” “I-I didn't want to pee with you! I don't want to pee with any of you!” “Yeah, but that's no reason to hold off entirely,” IF offered. “I like to have my privacy too, but it's just necessary to stop and relieve yourself out on the field, or else...well, I guess you know that part.” Noire nodded. “Yeah, and you better take that to heart. I don't want to find out I've been losing shares to a CPU who I see have more than one accident!” The mantle soon fell to Vert to say something supportive, exactly what Blanc didn't want. Whatever approach the Leanbox CPU took, whether it was false sympathy or another joke at her expense, Blanc was prepared to hate it. So maybe it was for the best that Vert stayed silent. While the comforts did not go unappreciated, deep down, Blanc was still in a sour mood. “Let's just go back to town now. I'm not sitting in these damn clothes a second longer than I need to.” “Aw, but we didn't complete the quest,” Neptune pouted. “I want those loot drops! I might get a new, lewd costume as the reward!” “We'll come back another time, Nep-Nep,” Compa assured, walking towards Blanc, turning the embarrassed goddess more red than white. “Don't worry about it, Blanc. Nep-Nep had a small accident the first time she changed form. She pulled her leotard aside and went on the ground in front of everyone.” “C-Compa! You don't have to tell her about that,” Neptune whined. Compa continued, paying Neptune no mind. “Are you sure you're not going to get hypothermia, being wet in this cold?” “I...I'll be fine. Most of it ended up...there,” Blanc confessed, looking down at the abundant yellow snow circling her shoes. Regardless, she pulled her hands out from her extended sleeves, bending forward and wiping the filthiest part of her thighs with the backs of her fingers, shaking the droplets off into further, cleaner snow. And she realized she was still standing in her piss, a disgusting error she quickly corrected. With her cheeks puffed out, Neptune stomped back the way they came. “Alright, fine. But Blanc better treat me to as much pudding as I can eat!” “If you promise not to say a damn thing about what you saw here today, I'll even let you pick the flavor,” Blanc bargained. Neptune was not a difficult girl to win over. “Deal! I like this remake a lot better than the original Blanc! That doesn't happen often in games!” “Don't get used to it. You are never going to see me like this again.” As the party marched back to the nearest town, Blanc had a frown on her face the entire time. She was wet, she was filthy, she was cold, she was mortified, she'd blame the higher deities for conspiring against her if she wasn't one of the goddesses. Followers of Lowee could very easily see her before she'd get the chance to change clothes, she had made no vows of silence with anyone besides Neptune, there was a visible chance that this would have disastrous consequences for her reputation down the line. Still, as much as she dreaded what the future could hold, she was grateful for one thing: at least Older Brother and Younger Brother weren't still accompanying her when this happened. The last thing she needed was to reaffirm their turncoat worship.
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  30. I know, that was a problem, as it already got a bit wet when I had been leaking earlier. I had to use my coat to cover the seat.
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  31. I love your videos and just love seeing you holding and desperate wherever you go! Thank so much for sharing them!
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  32. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57b1a803c490e
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  33. Ripped. mature woman pissing in jeans.mp4
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  34. I drove home and immediately had to go in my clothes again. Stayed in them for a while now, in fact I am still wearing the same..
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  35. In regards to people's opinions on this, they are absolutely worthless. The OP asked a question that should have an objective, factual answer- People are either born gay or they are not. It doesn't matter what kind of opinion someone here has, that doesn't change the factual reality. It may be my opinion that the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter is 12, but my opinion would be wrong. Even if, for some reason, the majority of opinions agreed with mine, this isn't a matter of consensus. It can be shown as a matter of fact that the ration is 3.14 and so on. In the same way, a factual investigation into this question should be able to point to an answer. Indeed, this is something that has been researched. Below I posted several relevant studies, but here are the key takeaways for people who don't want to read through a bunch of scientific papers- A) Sexuality is multi-faceted and highly complex. It is likely that there is no single way to account for a person's sexual preferences. B) The scientific research is extremely clear- Sexual preference is frequently determined by one's biology. Not only are people born gay, but we have an in-depth scientific knowledge how and why. C) The order that children are born in affects the statistical likelihood that they will be gay. Firstborn children have a higher statistical likelihood that they will prefer relationships with women, regardless of their sex. With each subsequent child, there is an increasing likelihood that they will prefer men. This coincides with a changing environment in the womb. Typically, each subsequent child is subjected to higher levels of estrogen in the womb. D) We can predict with a modest level of accuracy whether a person will grow up to be gay or straight before they are born by measuring hormonal levels in amnionic fluid. E) There is a range of slight differences in human brain physiology that are within the realm of normal. There are some physiological traits that are more common in female brains and others that are more common in male brains. Homosexual individuals tend to have a higher likelihood of having physiological traits in their brain that more closely align with those of the opposite sex than of their own. These traits can be observed via brain imaging at birth, suggesting they are not a result of environment or experience. The research- https://royalsocietypublishing.org/doi/abs/10.1098/rspb.2006.3684 https://psycnet.apa.org/record/1995-17031-001 https://go.galegroup.com/ps/anonymous?id=GALE|A11295861&sid=googleScholar&v=2.1&it=r&linkaccess=abs&issn=00368075&p=AONE&sw=w https://www.pnas.org/content/93/18/9687.short https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0092867400818024 https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0168010296010875 https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S1521690X07000334 https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/abs/10.1177/1073858410377005 https://www.pnas.org/content/105/30/10273.short https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0018506X01916812 https://link.springer.com/article/10.1023/A:1001836320541 https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0018506X05002138 https://royalsocietypublishing.org/doi/abs/10.1098/rspb.2004.2872
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  36. im the biggest bedwetting girl on this forum !! I pee into my bed every weekend and I pee very much !! BIG YELLOW PUDLES,SOUND HISSING,SMELL OF PEE THAT ALL I LOVE !!! my matress is veeeeery wet and pissy
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  37. I'll try to hold during the shower but somehow that never works out 🤷‍♂️
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    This is a project that took more than a year. I know I can do better than this. I'll try to focus on shorter animations in the future.
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  39. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Contrary to popular belief, Ritz is entirely potty trained, and is more than capable of using the potty properly; Heck he's even capable of using the porcelain throne if he's allowed to anyway. However, that doesn't mean he likes it when someone enters the bathroom without knocking when he's peeing :P
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  40. https://jade-net-home.com/products/109360?m= SL 190 as requested, from a fairly well known source. *Warning* poop alert in part 2 @ approx 9-10 mins. Seems I will have to post part 3 later as max upload reached. SL 190-1.mp4 SL 190-2.mp4
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  41. Pentos (cont'd) “Th-thank you,” Daenerys stutters as the bath slaves guides her into the water, gripping herself with dear life. “Just relax dear... well not too much, I suppose.” That was the last they spoke as the slaves started to scrub her clean with sand and rags. Daenerys deciding that sitting in the hot water was detrimental, stood up. And immediately regretted it. The cool summer air assaulted her causing her to lose a full seconds spurt. She moaned, knees bent, and hands clinging to her womanhood trying to stop the flow. Shivering now, she bade the washers to hurry their pace. She was in agony, frequently bobbing her ass and shifting weight from foot to foot, making the bath take much longer than it should’ve. Eventually they were satisfied enough with their work as Viserys burst in. “Everyone out! Why are you still naked, the Khal is about to arrive!” Viserys threw the dress at Daenerys forcing her to catch it and relinquish her hold and almost causing her to topple as she immediately crossed her legs. “What is this? This is not behavior befitting of a princess! Do you want me to lose my throne!” He rose his hand as if to strike her. “Please Viserys. I need to pass my water!” Daenerys exclaimed unshed tears of agony in her eyes. Viserys paused. “Into. The. Dress.” Viserys minced his words, fury etched on his face, “You see that sun?!” He pointed out the window to the horizon. “That’s what I would call sunset and were supposed to be in the courtyard!” Spittle was flying from his mouth as he reached for her arm before he stopped, almost thinking to himself. “Then again, since you can’t act like a princess, and the Khal isn’t here yet... fine, fine. Get that dress on.” He waited at the door impatiently as Daenerys squirmed and fidgeted trying to slip the dress on without soiling it. Demeaning, Viserys remarked, “It’s almost like you don’t even want to pass your waters, with that sluggish pace of yours.” Fury etched his brow once more, “Are you trying to make me late!” He roared. Daenerys had finally donned the loose fitting almost transparent article, the front scrunched up against her hand once more gripping her womanhood. Viserys strode over to Daenerys, studying her before reaching a hand up to her face, and gently wiping a tear rolling down her cheek with his thumb, his smiling appearing to be sympathetic. Daenerys knew better however and feared what came next. “Though it seems you don’t want to act like a princess, while you stand next to me, I’ll have nothing else. We will walk calmly through the halls and I will let you have that sweet relief you don’t deserve only because I am gracious.” Gripping her arm, he pulled her along in an infuriatingly slow pace through the majestic halls of the Magister’s manor. Daenerys knew she couldn’t last much longer, but with relief so close she forced herself to walk in a composed manner holding on with nothing more, but the remaining strength left in her labia which began to glisten with each miniscule leak. As they entered the hall leading to the chamber pots, Daenerys tried to quicken her pace, her resolve ending fast. But Viserys held firm. “Wait.” He wasn’t asking. It was a command. Her resolve crumpling, a spurt shot out of her urethra making her inner thighs glisten, thankfully missing her gown. “Please” she whispered to Viserys as another tear threatened to escape her eyes. “Well go on th-“ Viserys’ concession was cut off by “Your Majesty!” Illyrio was hustling down the hall. “The Dothraki have entered the city, we must meet them in the courtyard now!” With that, he bustled back the way he came. Viserys grip which had slackened considerably, tightened his grip and yanked Daenerys in the opposite direction. Daenerys no longer had the resolve to walk ‘like a lady’ and gripped herself once more. Upon entering the courtyard, they could hear the rumble of the Dothraki but not yet see them, so Viserys rounded on Daenerys making sure everything was perfect. With his hand he wiped away another stray tear and brought them down to the silk gown all the while whispering into her ear, “Shoulders straight, tits perked, and no. fucking. fidgeting.” His hand roamed down to caress her nipples making sure they were hard and noticeable. His hand eventually roamed down to her nether regions where he straightened out the scrunching in her gown causing him to ‘accidently’ apply pressure to her distended and distressed bladder. Daenerys whimpered once more. As the Khal and his entourage entered the courtyard, Illyrio started whimpering into Viserys ear, “Those three are Drogo’s bloodriders.” The bloodriders stare down on the three of them and Daenerys averts her gaze, fidgeting in the process. “And over there is the Khal himself.” Illyrio gestures at the rider sitting regally atop his stallion staring at them in indifference. Viserys noticed Daenerys fidgeting and grips her hand before she can bury it back in her womanhood, “You see how long his hair is? When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braids in disgrace, so the world will know their shame. Khal Drogo has never been defeated. A savage, of course, but one of the finest killers alive. And you will be his queen… contingent on your cessation of fidgeting, you’re bringing me shame. Our house shame.” He seethed the last bit dangerously, squeezing her wrist so tight cutting off circulation. Daenerys once more on the verge of tears and near the end of her rope whimpers desperately, “I don’t want to be his queen,” squirming once more, “Please, please, I don’t want to. I want to go home.” She gasped the last bit as more urine escaped her exhausted body, causing a loud splatter to echo around the courtyard. Viserys maintains his mask of politeness and keeps his voice low, but there is unbridled fury in his eyes. “Home? How do we go home? They took it from us.” Still gripping her, nails digging into flesh, “How do we go home?” “I don’t know,” Daenerys whimpered in bodily exhaustion, a rivulet making its way down her leg. “I do. We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo’s army. I’d let the whole khalasar fuck you, all forty thousand men and their horses too, if that’s what it took.” Then glancing once more at his sister, driving her fate home, “I’d let them piss on you too, you worthless slut.” And the flood gates opened. Hot pent-up urine flooded down Daenerys’ legs making her sheer gown see through and sticky, a puddle forming large enough to make both Viserys and Illyrio to dance out of the way of. Exhausted, and with her arm finally released, she sank down to her knees still pissing all over herself. Glancing back up and hearing Viserys’ dismayed shout of, “Where are they going?!?” she noticed the Khal and his company has deserted the courtyard, thankfully for her, Illyrio reassured him that the Khal was pleased with what he saw. Skirting around the puddle Viserys spitefully remarked, “I guess that savage is used to his women pissing all over themselves. Disgusting beasts.” And strode back inside, leaving Daenerys alone in the courtyard, wet and shivering. Just a heads up, not all of this is going to be as dark and demeaning as this particular segment was, I was just trying to portray Vierys accurately. Also keep in mind Daenerys was pretty meek before she became a badass Khaleesi. The next part will be centered around Winterfell, when the King's Entourage arrive.
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  42. Humans don't do well without a purpose in life. Having a job and money isn't enough. Pursuing pleasure and distractions isn't enough. You have to have some kind of work that is meaningful for you. I would imagine that in Japan, It's particularly hard being depressed. From what I understand there are very few resources for people who are depressed. Therapy can help you find your purpose, and help you understand what things in life you need to fix to become better. Medication can give you the breathing room necessary to actually get up out of bed and pursue what you find meaningful. But if you just take the medication, go to therapy, and continue to stay in your room hiding from the world, you will never get better. ...I know this from personal experience... If you don't know what meaningful work is to you, keep going to therapy until you can figure it out. Talk, talk, talk. Your heart knows what it wants, but your brain cannot act on it until you talk enough to articulate it properly. If you know what is meaningful work to you, but you just can't get out of bed still, try a different medication. Again and again, until you find one that works. You will know when you find the right medication for you. It's the one that will make you stop and say "So this is what normal people feel like all the time..." It may seem like depression makes you weak. It does not. Depression is a tremendous weight upon your shoulders, and anyone who carries a heavy weight becomes strong. You just cannot see your own strength, because right now you cannot set down that weight. But if you work at it. If every day, you find one single thing you can do, (no matter how small or insignificant it may seem to be) to bring order to the chaos of your life, and allow you to seek your true purpose, you will slowly begin to cut the ties that bind you to your depression. It will fall away from you, and you will find yourself bulletproof to all the things you once feared. It DOES get better, but you gotta do the work. Maybe that seems unfair to you, Maybe it is, but that is the hand life has dealt people like us. We get dealt a lifetime of suffering up front; If we do not let it crush us, we break through it, and get to see the world in a staggeringly wonderful way that people who have it easy will never get to experience. I've always loved cowboy bebops music. When I was in the depths of hell, I clung to it almost religiously, knowing it held truths of vital importance to me, If only I could figure out how to DO something with that truth. Dozens of medications, and a lost decade later... I was finally able to break down that door, and I now see the world with a clarity and point of view I never imagined possible, and I am eternally grateful I never gave up. You can do it too. I promise you it is true. I promise you that you are stronger than you think you are. I Promise you things will get better if you do the work. See you around, space cowboy.
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  43. It's hard to get to know fellow omorashi lovers which actally want to do it together. Most omorashi people seem to prefer having "sex" alone. And the feeling of a sore bladder from an extended holding session which can last for 2 or 3 days, making me having to go to the toilet far more than normal.
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    Locked out of the bathroom, a desperate girl frantically searches for the key but can't hold it in and wets herself at the door. She then masturbates through her wet underwear. No nudity is shown. Also, big props to her for doing this video over a carpet. That's pretty brave.
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  45. Version 1.0.0

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    Title Pretty much says it, four girls all wet their pants for you and then instruct you on how to get off. In the one labeled English girl she takes her top off as pictures.
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  46. From the album: My Art

    Do you want a omorashi drawing of some special character? Contact and ask me! I make commissions!
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  47. These might be what I used to watch almost every day. Thank you so much.
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  48. So this is my brand new story with a horrible title that I've been writing all break, it's sort of a choose your-own-adventure style story, so if a character makes a choice and you'd like to see the other option or options, feel free to message me or post it. Enjoy! Chapter 1: The Moving Wall “…And that’s about the gist of it” Anna said having just finished telling the group all she knew of what had just happened. “Granted it’s not much but that’s all I know”. Standing in front of her were four other girls, Nikki, Laura, Michelle and Natalie. They were standing in a dim chamber with five long hallways and no windows or doors. None of them had any idea where they were or what they were doing there, having all just woken up in the room, but it wasn’t a place they would ever want to wake up in. The room was strange, it lacked any electric lights but several torches glowing dimly on the walls, and illuminating the cracked stone floor and walls that looked like either an ancient labyrinth or a sewer tunnel. The girls were all sitting on the floor they had woken up at, surrounded by some cracked bricks and mortar. “If any of you are in on this this isn’t funny at all” said Nikki, who was 18, slightly athletic, had semi-short brown hair and green eyes and was wearing cloth shorts and a tank top, having been until recently working out at her high school’s gym before waking up, she woke up first, and it was her yelling in panic that roused everyone else as she ran around the area looking for an exit or a window. “Judging by everyone’s faces I’m assuming no one is in on this” said Laura, who was 19, had long dark hair and brown eyes, skinny, and was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt, and had been falling asleep in her psychology lecture when she woke up here. “I still don’t believe that I go from taking a nap in my own apartment to this place” said Michelle, who was the oldest at 21, she was tall, had short brown hair and was wearing a denim skirt and blouse. She was a college student as well, but was a senior studying Political Science at the same school Laura studied Psychology at; they knew each other only by association until now. “Guys, what if whoever put us here is going to kill us or something” Anna said shaking at the thought, she was the youngest of the group, at 17, and was short and skinny, wearing jeans and a t-shirt both fitting a bit loose on her, and had strawberry blonde hair. She had been heading to the restroom at her high school, but she never made it there, a fact she recalled after feeling a small twinge in her bladder. “Uhh, and I kind of have to pee to boot” she said under her breath realizing her original task before waking up here, but they all heard. “Well I guess you’ll have to hold it” Natalie said rather quietly. She was 18, with back length blonde hair and was wearing denim shorts and a tank top, with a bathing suit underneath as she had been getting ready to go out with friends to the beach, having taken a day off of her senior year of high school. “Right, so none of us are in on this I hope, she has to pee and we all need to get out of this weird place before something terrible happens to us, that’s the situation right?” said Laura counting off each idea on her fingers. “Then we should start moving, there’s five hallways right, so we have five possible choices, so do we each pick a hallway and divide and conquer?” “I’m saying we should stick together, five hallways or no, we can do one at a time” said Nikki getting up and walking over to one of the hallways at random “How about this one?” It looked no different than the other four, but it was the closest to their current position. “Sure, but we should still be careful” said Natalie, who also was standing and looking down another hallway into the darkness ahead of her. “This place doesn’t seem right, like it’s not what it seems or something, and whoever or whatever put us here hasn’t shown itself yet” “Fine, Fine, pick one and let’s start moving, the longer we stay here the more time we’re spending doing nothing” Michelle said tapping her foot impatiently, hiding the fact that she suddenly needed to pee herself. “How about this one then” Nikki pointed, again there was nothing distinct about it, but it was opposite the hallway Nikki had chosen. “I don’t see why not” said Laura and after getting nods from everyone else she started slowly walking down the hallway, taking short, careful steps. The others followed suit, looking around carefully while they adjusted from dim light to dimmer light, these hallways weren’t light by torches or anything except strange glowing stones that lined the ceiling and walls, casting everything in an odd greenish light. Anna was walking at a slightly slower pace than the others, her need to pee was catching up to her and she was feeling very uncomfortable, but she shook her head slightly and tried not to focus on it. They all walked silently down the hallway, none of them talking, but each of them independently came upon their own growing need to pee, and at the rate it was growing they needed to pee soon. They saw a line of glowing stones on the floor, similar to the ones on the wall but in a straight line across the floor. They did nothing until both Laura and Nikki had crossed it, at that point it turned a dark red and seemed to flicker, followed by a sound of grinding gears slowly revving to life. “What did you guys do” Michelle said backing away from the stones. “I don’t know! They just changed as I walked over it” Nikki said looking at the odd lights flicker menacingly. There was a sound of stone scraping over stone, and a rhythmic smashing sound coming from behind them. They could see in the distance the dust shaking off of the ceiling with each bang. “Run! Now!” Natalie yelled taking off down the hall. The others sprinted after her as the banging grew louder. “What did we do?” Laura yelled sprinting down the hall that seemed to never end or turn. “No time to figure it out, it’s getting closer” Michelle said chancing a glance behind her, all of them had seemingly forgotten about their need to pee. Suddenly the hall opened up into a great cavern, there seemed to be no ceiling, only darkness above, and below was a rocky floor that was glowing faintly in places, as if the area was volcanically active. There was only the path they had been on, turning into a bridge that separated them from falling down to the ground below. “We must be deep underground” said Anna looking at the darkness above them. “No time to stop and look there’s still something chasing us” Natalie said and they started running again, but before long they reached a broken section of the bridge, and a narrow strip of block was all that remained attached to either side. “Who’s going to cross that?” Anna said panicked, it looked like it wouldn’t support more than the weight of a feather, let alone five girls. “Well, you’re the smallest and lightest, you go first” Michelle said matter-of-factly. “No, no, no, I can’t keep my balance on that thing, especially when I need to pee this badly” Anna protested, rubbing her legs together to illustrate her need. While she was protesting, what was chasing them emerged from the hallway, it wasn’t anything living, more like a solid wall that was being pushed along the path by some sort of engine behind it, and being that there was no way around it, it would send them falling into the cavern below if they couldn’t get out of the way. “We don’t have time for this go Anna, now, I need to pee too and I don’t want to die either!” Nikki yelled, pushing Anna onto the edge of the path. Anna was shaking violently as she put one foot on the edge of the path. Her bladder twinged violently, maybe from fear but she didn’t know, she put a hand in between her crotch and put another foot onto the narrow strip. It held her weight, so she edged a little farther. Adrenaline pumped through her as she tried her best not to look past the blocks she was walking across. She was shaking but she was so far supported by the bridge, and soon she was almost to the other side. “You can do it” Michelle and Natalie chanted as she walked. Finally, she had crossed the whole strip with no problems and she turned around “We’re good come on hurry up” she called to the others. She wasn’t quite “gifted” with sports and her balance wasn’t too stellar, so she was excited to have made it without issue. “I’ll go next then” Michelle said, since Laura looked pale as milk, and Natalie didn’t look too fond either, Nikki was watching the stone wall slowly move towards them. “Don’t stop to smell the roses then” she said nervously. Michelle moved to take a step, but as she did the stone wall’s machinery let out a huge grinding bang, shaking the path violently, and the whole strip cracked suddenly, and fell to pieces. “Oh shit!” Laura yelled, looking at the crumbling remains of their only path away. “What are we gonna do!” Nikki yelled “Maybe we can push the machine to a stop” Michelle said and made to move towards the stone wall. “Maybe I could jump it!” Nikki said suddenly and she backed up to get a running start. “No you’ll never make it!” Laura said quickly, but too late, Nikki was already at a full sprint, within seconds she reached the edge and jumped stretching across the gap, her legs sticking out in an effort to urge herself another few inches. She almost made it too, but she scraped her fingers against the edge and fell into the chasm below, disappearing from sight. “Noo!” Anna screamed, running to the edge of the broken bridge, she kind of knew Nikki from school, she could almost call her a friend, and to watch her fall to her death was more than she could bear. Tears began to run down her cheeks. “She’s gone” Michelle said, turning to face the moving wall, which was almost to them “and soon so will we, if she can’t make it neither can we” she said blankly. “We need to try to hold this wall back” Natalie said running up to the wall and putting her shoulder into the wall, it seemed to work for a small period of time, but the machine made a grinding noise and it seemed to gain more speed, pushing Natalie along with it, despite her bracing. “There’s got to be a way, there’s just got to be” Laura said, she in a full panic now, running around the path as though there was something they’d have missed. “Laura, calm down, you’ve got to focus” Michelle said trying to get her to focus “Maybe we can hold the wall together”, but the wall had just about reached them, and she had to focus on trying to push back the stone wall with Natalie while Lauren danced around the small square of remaining bridge left to them. “No no no no I don’t want to die” Laura screamed, “This can’t end like this, I don’t know why I’m here, I just want to be out of here!” While she was yelling and running around, a small dark patch began to form on her jeans. Natalie and Michelle both watched as the crotch of her jeans began to darken, the patch spreading along her inner thighs and down her legs. There was a dull hissing sound that could be heard faintly over the grinding of the machines gears, and soon Lauren had left a puddle on the floor, her jeans glistening with pee still leaking from her crotch. She didn’t seem to notice at all, and she was splashing around in her puddle as she wandered the remaining bridge they had left. “Oh my god you’re peeing yourself Laura” Natalie yelled, which seemed to snap Laura out of her panic enough for her to look down. “I’m what, I’m-oh god I’m peeing myself” Laura yelled blushing furiously, her hands going to her crotch to assess the damage. “I haven’t done this since I was a-POOF!” Laura had disappeared from sight in a puff of smoke and a pop, when the smoke cleared she was nowhere to be found, only the puddle that had formed remained. Natalie, Anna and Michelle all looked horrified. “What…” Was all they were able to say, before the machine lurched forward suddenly, and the two remaining trapped girls were forced to about a foot from the edge of the bridge. “How did she disappear?” Anna called to them, dancing around looking for something to help in some way, a stick or a board or rope, but there was nothing but some broken rubble. “I don’t know and I don’t care, we’re about to join Nikki unless we can stop this” Michelle yelled angrily, pushing on the block desperately. “Pushing isn’t working, what can we do” Natalie yelled to Anna. “Maybe you guys can try to jump and hope for the best” Anna yelled back, but with a sudden grinding and banging the machine lurched forward one last time, pushing both girls into the pit, who fell screaming into darkness. “Nooo!” Anna screamed as the machine continued forward uninhibited and eventually followed the girls over the edge into the darkness, as it fell Anna saw there was a lever on the back that might have shut it off had they been able to reach it. Anna was alone…Scared, shocked and needed to pee, and alone. After what seemed like ages she heard the terrible crash of the machine finally hitting the ground below. “I guess I can only go forward” Anna said sadly, and looked ahead at the path before her, she stole one last glance at the cavern below before she started walking, where she was heading she had no idea but she hoped it led to a way out.
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