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  1. So im back with a new thread (so people wont have to look at my old art😬) and ill start this one of with Edelgard as i've been playing FE3H non stop and shes like kinda super hot😳
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  2. hi guys! so im 80% sure i've seen a similar post before but i can't find it anywhere :(( what are your experiences with "breaking the seal"? is it real? i'd especially appreciate any more scientific input on if it's a genuine phenomenon or a misinterpretation xx today i went for drinks at the pub and used their bathroom twice. then i walked a friend home, and waited with another for the bus. by the time i got home, i could feel spurts on the brink of erupting out of me. i made it to the bathroom but i was peeing before i sat down. my panties were unequivocally soaked, and that almost never happens to me accidentally! i wonder whether it was simple diuretic effects, or if i'd have made it if i'd organised relieving myself better.
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  3. "Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?" "Life can be hard....But...Don't you want to go somewhere else?" "Somewhere, where everyone can be happy..." "A world, where all your dreams can come true...."
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  4. "Jason, stop!" Kate giggled as her boyfriend hefted her easily into his arms and pushed her against the bedroom wall. He looked up and grinned. "Why should I?" he flipped her down onto the bed, and flopped onto her stomach. She whimpered and half moaned when the pressure from his weight settled on her bladder. She had been finishing up the last details on her painting when Jay came home, and she forced herself to sit at her stool and have some decent progress to show her lover when he returned from work. All while painting, she had shifted on her seat, and bit her lower lip trying to concentrate through the fog of desperation and arousal. She now faced the terror of realizing that Jason might very well poke and prod her to an accident before she could get a sentence out. As if on que, Jason rolled off of Kate and began tickling her. Her abdomen tightened as she howled in laughter; a wet patch the size of a dime spread on her leggings. Her man grinned as he ran his hands up and down her body, seeing the adrenaline and arousal in her eye. Her chest heaved and accentuated the two hard masses of her nipples as they protruded against the fabric of her red top. "J-j Jason! Stop! I really gotta-" He doubled down. "Now how could I stop when your so goddamn cute like this?" Kate's laughter filled the tiny bed room, and for a few moments, she noticed Jason's nostrils twitching as he began to pick up an odd scent he hadn't yet placed as urine. "You look tired Katie. How about I help you wake up?" She shook her head ferociously, to tired to protest verbally. Her beet red face was framed by her black curly hair. Jason picked up half of her body by the heels and fit his arms snuggly around her pelvis so that when he stood on the bed, her head hung a few inches above it's surface. She moaned and squirmed her legs as the pressure of his grip around her bladder forced a spurt out of her vulva. Oh, Shit! If he doesn't stop, i'll- Jason began bouncing up and down on the bed, his bear grip still locked firm around her swollen belly. "Jason, I have to pee!" He was laughing hard before she began to protest, and his face was pink with delight. "What, baby?" Her boyfriend was shocked when she grasped his ankles, her arms and legs shaking. Kate let out a sharp gasp as piss gushed out of her crotch, and soaked her tights on the way down to her loose tits inside her red shirt. Her dark grew damp as her hot piss ran down her body, drenching Jason's clothes as well. He dropped her down on his bed; she stared at him dead in the eyes as she emptied the rest of her bladder out of spite on his comforter. He stepped off the bed and assessed the situation before the anger set in. "Why didn't you tell me you had to go that bad!" "I tried! You didn't give me a second to let you know!" He sighed and looked to the ground. "That was kind of hot for me though. Was it for you." She blushed and nodded; more than she'd like to admit. "I suppose we're both to blame. Even so, I'm sorry about your bed."
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  5. There is no such thing as breaking the seal. Alcohol decreases the release of vasopressin arginine (VP) from the pituitary gland. VP is also known as antidiuretic hormone (ADH). You can see where this is going. Alcohol is inherently diuretic. In addition, if you're drinking anything but pure liquor, you're probably consuming fluids at a rate greater than normal. (Most adults drink less than the recommended 2 liters of fluids every day, but that's only ~4 pints which you can drink easily over the course of a few hours at the pub.) So it takes some time for urine production to ramp up due to decreased ADH and increased fluid intake. But when you reach max urine production, it tends to stay that way the rest of the night, and that often coincides with the first time you pee. But it's not when you choose to pee that causes your bladder to fill up more quickly. It's rather what and how much you drink. So, in other words, holding it until you start leaking is not a good strategy to avoid having to pee frequently later in the night. There is no physical seal to break, and the metaphorical "seal" is broken by drinking, not by pissing.
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  6. Biku's art

    Marnie looks like a heavy drinker and you know what happens to them after a couple hours
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    Four videos of Kristina from Wet In Public. She is one a my favorites and in my opinion one of the cutest. All videos have her wetting her jeans and strip at the end. So warning, there is some nudity. Sorry if posting these videos is against the rules.
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  8. View File Kristina Four videos of Kristina from Wet In Public. She is one a my favorites and in my opinion one of the cutest. All videos have her wetting her jeans and strip at the end. So warning, there is some nudity. Sorry if posting these videos is against the rules. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 08/08/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans
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  9. Wet ex wife

    So this is my first post, I'm a bit nervous so I hope you like it. Over the next few days I am going to tell you about my ex who I will call Sam and what she did to please me when things were good between us. I had some wetting experience with a girl I was seeing before I met Sam (that's a story for another day). It was exciting and interesting and I loved it but I never expected to have another relationship that would involve wetting. I didn't think I could be so lucky. Early in our relationship Sam asked me if I had any secret fantasy or fetish. It took me a while but after a few conversations about kinky stuff I eventually told her about my love of wetting and my previous experience. I was surprised when she didn't freak out. A week or so later we were in bed about to get intimate and she said that she needed to pee and asked me if I would like her to wet her pants. Of course I said yes and started to get very excited. It was over 20 years ago but I will never forget it. She put on a pair of white panties and green track pants, she stood next to the bed and wet herself, it was amazing, she let me feel how wet she was, she took her track pants off and left her wet panties on while we made love. This was the first of many times that Sam wet her pants for me. She told me that it didn't excite her but loved what it did to me. As I said, over the 10 years that we were together Sam wet her pants many times, there were 4 occasions that she said they were accidents, I'm not sure if they were or if she was trying to please me. I will tell you about those 4 occasions in future posts. I hope you enjoyed reading this.
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  10. This gallery features precisely 100 images of Olivia showing off her pull-on style diaper. In this photo set, we join Olivia outdoors as she is wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and a pull-on style diaper. She starts off by showing us some teasing glimpses of her diaper’s waistband, peeking out above the top of her shorts. Eventually, she ends up taking her shorts off, so we can clearly see her pull on. By the end of the photo set, she has taken off everything but the diaper.
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  11. Ferry’s open loading bay looked like a gigantic cigarette pack, dropped onto the dock, Nadia thought in between other, less amusing thoughts. Panting, the beautiful brown-haired girl was quickly walking up the ramp to the huge ferry garage as her suitcase was bouncing up and down on the surface, clearly designed for cars, not humans. That was precisely her opinion on the whole port of Naples. Because they clearly did not understand that some people who only want to get from the train station to the port don’t have time to change money to Euros and therefore don’t have 50 cents for the bathroom, or any Euros, for that matter. They also weren’t aware that some of those people could be on the verge of peeing themselves in such a situation. To say that the pretty Polish girl was on the verge of peeing herself would be an understatement, though. She was already on the verge of urinating on the bus, now her bladder – hard as a stone and stretched like a hot-water bottle, according to her sensations - was threatening to explode in her pants. Moaning and twitching, but having no time for the bathroom, she aggravated her toilet situation to the extreme now, running into the yawning mouth of the garage, while a cool breeze – finally some air conditioning in this heat! – was playing with her ponytail, caressing her bare shoulders. What choice did she have now, except jumping in the water? Her train was late, then her bus was late, she barely made it on time for check-in and instead of looking for a toilet around this giant parking lot of a port, she decided to take her chances and go straight to the ferry. But having entered the garage, she wondered if jumping to the water was such a bad idea. She didn’t want to miss her trip to Sicily, her friends were already waiting on her on board. At the same time her bladder was throbbing ferociously, making her whole body suffer and endure its treacherous surges. She didn’t pee for a very long time and with each hurried step she thought she would pee her jeans, but somehow that wasn’t happening. Some port workers were turning their heads at the sight of Nadia’s athletic figure, especially her rear, hugged tightly by a pair of blue jeans. Sweat was pouring from her forehead, her gait became jerky because of her bladder, and by the look on her face you could say that she was rushing from Pompeii and Vesuvius had begun to erupt. But she didn’t mind them staring at her, this was the least of her problems. The pretty 23-year-old had her private Vesuvius to worry about, filled with water, torturing her and threatening her with the most embarrassing situation she could imagine. 4 hours, no less. From morning till noon, her pee reservoir filled and filled. She was clenching her legs on the train, she was twisting herself in knots on the bus, she was bobbing up and down in the line to check-in, now – if not for the adrenaline – she would have fainted from heat and pressure, but was conscious enough to get racked with surging discomfort, almost staining her panties at this point. Running up to the lift, the lines of her panties clearly visible through her jeans, Nadia knew that if she were to start weeing, not only her underwear would be soaked – her jeans would be absolutely drenched, it would be an eruption alright. She pushed the button and stood there waiting, losing her mind from her convulsing bladder. Tears started to well in Nadia’s eyes. Her grey tank-top has become sweaty and clung to her skin, as did her panties. She couldn’t possibly know for sure, but she thought she could feel her private parts swell under the terrible strain from her ballooning bladder. Knowing that she’s almost peeing, Nadia’s head was spinning, looking for a make-shift toilet in the garage, trying to ignore the stares of the passers-by, some of whom found her problems amusing, staring at the girl as if she was a form of on-board entertainment… Nadia didn’t find anything, except more reasons to feel awkward. Cars. Cargo. People walking around constantly – some of them grinning or chuckling, others looking at her with unexpected concern. Shaking and almost crying from severe pressure, she managed not to wet herself before the elevator came, and then stepped in, dragging her luggage across her foot inattentively. “Ouch!” Feeling her sphincter getting numb, Nadia pushed the 8th floor, but then briskly stuck her hand back to her crotch, moaning softly from a merciless surge, clutching her pee hole as strongly as she could. Nadia’s face flinched hard, her green eyes pooled with tears and she couldn’t hold it this time, and a 3 second spurt wet her panties, already humid from sweat. - No, I’m not pissing, no! – she said under her breath, not wanting to admit the strength was leaving her. She forced her body to endure, but she was definitely losing it now. Nadia didn’t even notice at first that the elevator closed and started moving. Well, at least she’s not wetting herself in front of all these Italians down there. But she had a decent chance of doing so in front of the tourists up top, maybe even her friends, and that thought – along with another warm spurt – suddenly made her cry. She was trapped there. She had already started peeing herself, and the pain almost made her black out there and then. Her bladder was too taut, her muscles too weak, her underwear too wet. Clutching herself vigorously, Nadia bent over and felt tears flowing down her hot cheeks. She gathered all her might to fight off another wave, but all that achieved was cutting off a 4 second stream that has been absorbed in her jeans this time. - God, no, no God, please, no! Another stream came out and made Nadia’s fingers wet with glistening yellow water. Her legs shaking, she screamed in anguish and started to sob hysterically. She lost. Her jeans are wet. She couldn’t feel or control her pee-hole, her urethra was pumping urine into her underwear at will. Nadia was never so close to an absolute disaster. Tears streaming down her cheeks, sweat dripping on her breasts, she was twitching, on the verge of letting her river out in full force. Just as the elevator was opening, the young Polish girl felt her dam burst once again, but this time she lost the ability to stop the trickle, and the stain in her crotch began to grow steadily. Crying uncontrollably, she bolted out of the elevator, almost knocking over two Italian girls with her suitcase. They started to grumble at her, but then, looking at her butt, gasped and dropped their jaws, seeing a big wet patch on her jeans. Her screaming bladder kept soaking her jeans: she left a distinct trail of droplets on the floor. Luckily for her, the majority of the passengers seemed to be in the bar or chilling out on their seats, and aside from two Italians, nobody has seen her shame yet. She was also happy to see that the ladies room was really close to the elevator. Frenzied, she dropped her bag near the door and dashed into the empty bathroom. Her jeans were already warm and soaked down her knees, but she soon learnt that it was nothing yet. Unzipping her jeans on the way to the cubicle, she finally burst and began flooding her panties with a river of piss. Her yellow water wasn’t trickling anymore, it was splashing everywhere. Shocked, Nadia felt hot urine seep into her sneakers. With a pale yellow torrent hitting her palms, she managed to wobble into the cubicle and suddenly froze. Seemingly in a trance, she hallucinated it was not happening to her. For a moment she felt a tremendous relief and was just standing in front of the toilet bowl spraying urine down her legs and onto the floor. Her bladder was hurting for a reason; it was an ocean of piss gushing out of her sopping-wet panties. Her jeans were all shiny and drenched, too. A puddle was quickly forming under her feet right in front of the toilet. All of a sudden Nadia understood it was real, turned around and plopped down on the toilet, not bothering with her panties. The realization of what she had done made her sit there speechless and aghast of what happened. With a long sigh, she released what was left of her bladder contents without struggling.
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  12. Request 021

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's the request I did for @Jimmy Olsen featuring his OC, Ruri, in a scene from Ruri's Manners! Give it a read! I love the idea of a catgirl busting to pee and yet not knowing that relief is just feet away from her in the form of that strange, porcelain chair!
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  13. Same. Here's another Sarah Silverman desp clip from when she was on Late Night:
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  14. I made it to a total of 20 hours before giving in. Measured my usual maximum amount. I can't usually hold so long though!
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  17. Sorry for the long delay! I had hoped to release the end of this series as a single installment, but that would likely be another 5K words. I've struggled mightily with writers' block, and wrote the first draft of this subchapter months ago. Finally I decided I might as well just release it to tide you over until I write the rest. I struggled a bit with this chapter because I needed it to do several seemingly paradoxical things: I needed it to be violent; I needed it not to seem like it endorses domestic violence, or that such things can be easily brushed aside; but I also needed it to advance the central love story. I know it's not perfect, but I need to just publish it so I can be done with this and move on. I hope you like it, even if it's shorter than the previous chapters! Chapter 5.1: Demon Inside Adam woke up to a headache pounding like a jackhammer somewhere around his forehead. He rolled over to see Asha, nude, leaning over the edge of the bed, noisily emptying the contents of her stomach into the paper bin. He sat up, leaned over, held her hair out of the way of her face. His gaze grazed her hairline, then followed along down her neck, down her spine, ending in the crack between her buttocks. He noted that a lazy trickle of urine was making a small wet spot on the sheets. Adam could feel something stirring in his groin, but he chose to ignore it—which was not a tall order given the murderous headache monopolizing his attention—and instead leaned over to the bedside table on his side, retrieving a roll of tissue paper. Once he was reasonably certain she was done, he handed his demon a piece of paper and helped wipe down her mouth. She turned towards him slowly, displaying reddish eyes with strained tears staining her cheeks. She looked like she hadn’t just vomited, but turned her entire body inside out. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled, then sunk down into the bed, hiding her body beneath the sheets until only the top of her head was visible. This she leaned against his chest, her ear rested against the staccato rhythm of his heartbeat. They lay like that for a minute, each trying to figure out how to start a conversation that needed to be had, but neither wanted to initiate. Adam laid a hand just below her bare breast, feeling her heart work just as hard as his, if not harder. Was she… embarrassed? Nervous? He tried to properly sit up in bed, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him down again, so that she could lay her head flat on top of his chest. Adam took a deep breath, then finally spoke: “What happened last night?” “Ugh,” she said, turning away from him. He grabbed her face and turned it to look into his eyes. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated, in a mixture of shock and—arousal? “Look at me,” he said. “What happened last night?” “My head hurts,” she said, eyes pleading. “Answer me.” His headache was not doing his mood any favors. “I—I don’t know,” she said. Adam was not in the mood for bullshit. A long-buried rage rose in him, a culmination of every slight—large and small—that he had ever experienced. His father, drunk, beating eight-year-old Adam with a belt, then sinking down on the floor, crying and offering incoherent apologies. (It was the only time his father ever laid hands on him.) His ninth-grade teacher blaming him for a fight instigated by a gang of tenth-grade bullies. His first girlfriend, in bed with Long John, an acquaintance who was on the short side; her eyes were pleading a forgiveness he was unprepared to give. He felt the muscles in his arms, his chest, his quads and calves contracting, his fingers curling around the damp sheets. There was a whooshing sound in his ears, like an airplane taking off or diving into a wind tunnel. His heart was beating harder than after a line of cocaine. His head was pounding. Adam’s arm reached around, grabbing around her throat and squeezing. “You like that?” He hissed. “Seemed like just the thing last night.” Adam watched as her eyes watered, a strange keening noise emitting from her throat beneath his fingers, the whites of her eyes bulging out and taking on a red shade. His fingers began to tremble, and then he saw something burst in her eyes, and he let his grip slacken and released her. What the fuck’s gotten into me? I could have killed her. He turned around in shame. She put her fingers around his neck, and for a moment he thought she was going to strangle him, but she merely redirected his eyes away from the opposite side of the room, toward her eyes. “I’m sorry I did that,” he whispered. There were red fingerprints imprinted on her delicate neck, and every blood vessel in her eyes was visible. Oh my god, what I have done? “No,” she whispered. “What’s going on?” Her eyes were searching his, looking for something but he couldn’t tell what. “I had a theory,” she whispered. “That the presence of large concentrations of Sin might free me… from you.” He said nothing. “But it didn’t work. Not quite like I had hoped. I felt such a rush of freedom, entering that place… I could finally unfold some of the wings that the binding had bound. But it didn’t allow me to fully break free from you. Only manipulate you to loosen the leash a little. It must have persisted.” “I...” He furrowed his brows, raised his voice from the intimate whisper they’d been employing. “I did things I never would have… You made me almost strangle you!” A sadness passed over her face. “No, no,” she whispered. “No, I only allowed the darkest parts of you to rise above the fray. I can’t make you do something you don’t want to do, deep down—all I can do is bypass the safety mechanisms, the failsafes that are supposed to make you reconsider decisions made by your darkest nature.” He pushed her away, Asha teetering on the edge of the bed before she re-stabilized. “The fuck did you do to me? Is it permanent?” He asked. “I imagine not. The fact that you’re so offended right now suggests that your better nature is already reasserting itself,” she said. “Fuck.” “Yes,” she said, licking her lips, and he couldn’t suppress a smile. “Not right now,” he whispered. The shame of what he had just done, what he might have done, clung to him like a sheet on a sweaty tropical night. They lay there for a second, letting it sink in. “It’s not okay,” she said. “What?” She traced a finger over the red line across her neck, drawing his attention to a yellowish bruise developing. “What you did. It’s not okay, but I understand why you did it. I know you wouldn’t have done it if not for the… influence of last night. I forgive you, mortal.” Adam felt his cheeks bloom scarlet. “But if you ever do that again, I will fucking end you. Understand?” He nodded. They lay there for another while, not speaking, Adam’s head swirling with emotions—shame, relief, confusion—and Asha’s unknowable. “You’d make a good little demon,” Asha whispered. “There’s a darkness inside you. And when you’re not hurting me, that’s kind of… fucking hot.” He laid there for a minute, considering this. He knew she was attracted to him—for whatever reason. Why would she say that? An olive branch, he concluded. She was signaling what had happened between them was over and dealt with, and she still liked him. “Why did you do that?” He said, finally. “Make me… want you like that, last night?” Asha rolled her eyes. “I told you, you mortals are way too stuck up about sex.” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that bullshit.” A strangeness passed over Asha’s face, a kind of bubbling of the skin like a wave passing over a patch of water—just like when somebody invoked the Lord in her presence. “I...” she began, stuttering. “I wanted you,” she spat out. “I might be a little bit in love with you, okay?” Adam’s jaw fell open. “Don’t stare at me like that!” She said, blushing. “It’s not like I wanted this, all right?” He chuckled. “Oh, don’t you dare,” she said. “I know you feel the same.” “Oh, I wouldn’t say—” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” she whispered, her lips very close to his, almost touching when she aspirated. “Okay, okay,” he said, leaning back. “Okay. What does it even matter? Today is the day of the ritual. Either we succeed and I never see you again”—he felt a strange tightness in his throat as he said it—“or we don’t, and we both end up with a fate worse than death. Doesn’t sound like the ideal foundation for romance.” “For such ephemeral creatures, you mortals really don’t know the meaning of the phrase live in the moment,” she said, punching him in the shoulder. “YOLO,” he said, giggling in spite of himself. “Yow-low? Is that one of those stupid… actuality shows on television you mortals love so much?” She asked. “Forget it. Come on, let’s get dressed. It’s...” He glanced at his phone. “Almost noon, which means we got twelve hours to convince Amy not to hate me, or you, and help us or at least instruct us on how to do the ritual. Before we get eaten by hellhounds and tormented until the end of the universe. No biggie.” She rose, and he couldn’t help but linger on her pale uncovered skin. “Oh, and I need to wash these sheets,” he said, as he accidentally put the palm of his hand in the puddle she’d deposited in bed as she vomited. “Why are you worrying about such insignificant...” “Because you pissed the bed again,” he said, and she at least had the decency not to argue as he took the time to strip the bed before he led her, wrapped in a dirty towel, towards the bathroom. “Let’s get your teeth brushed, you stink like a sewer,” Adam said as he led her by the hand out of the shower. He had taken care of the urine clinging to her upper thighs with a washcloth, which had strayed further north, and judging by the way her thighs and abdomen quivered, or the way she ground her pelvis into his hand, she had enjoyed it. “You wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t stick your tongue down my throat,” she said, sticking her tongue out. “Shut up.” He’d fed them both more over-the-counter painkillers than was strictly recommended, and she seemed to be recovering from her hangover at a frankly concerning rate. “Wha’s plan?” She asked—he thought—as he dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. “I’m going to bug and beg Amy over the phone until she agrees to at least give us the instructions for the ritual,” he said. “If she refuses to take the call, we’re going to bang on her door until the neighbors start calling the cops.” “I’d like to meet these ‘cops’ of yours,” Asha said, a flicker of flame dancing around her pupils, licking her lips. “No, no, it won’t come to that,” he said, more like a prayer than a statement of fact. The last thing he needed was for his bound demon to protect him from the police in whatever horrifying fashion she deemed necessary. Visions of human bodies wrung inside-out flashed before his inner eye. “I’m hungry,” she announced. “Make me some food.” “You don’t give the orders around here.” The rumbling of his stomach betrayed him. Damn it. “We’ll grab something to go from the campus canteen. We can take a blanket and have a picnic in the park while I phone stalk Amy.” “How romantic,” Asha said. He never could tell when she was mocking him and when she was being uncharacteristically emotional. “Consider it our first solo date.” “I’m thrilled, mortal,” Asha said, rolling her eyes. They found a spot in the park that formed the rough center of the campus—slightly offset by the university plaza, where the Dean would hold his interminably boring speeches at the beginning of each semester—and he placed down a ragged blanket, handing Asha a ham sandwich. He’d learned by now that she wouldn’t eat anything that didn’t at least have a small element of meat. Adam laid down on the blanket, tearing a piece off his own sandwich, and Asha did the same. It was a nice spring day, with only a couple of wispy clouds on an otherwise warm, blue sky. “Look at that one,” he said, pointing at one of the clouds. “Looks like a dancing elephant.” “Are you sure you didn’t knock your head on something last night?” Asha asked. “That’s clearly an amorphous blob of cloud.” “Use your imagination. What does it remind you of?” He looked over at her. She scrunched up her brow in concentration, then she giggled. “Oh, I see it now! Satan torching four sinners on a spit above a pit of glowing embers!” Adam shook his head. Once a demon, always a demon. He was just about to dial Amy on his phone when a familiar voice cut through the demon’s giggling. “What are you two lovebirds up two?” Adam sat up. There was Amy, piercing him with a stare that said “I don’t believe for a moment this isn’t a date, and you know I don’t.” He blushed. “Ames, I’m sorry—” he began. “Yeah, yeah,” Amy said. “You look like shit, by the way. Maybe not her, but definitely you. Have fun last night?” “Oh, fuck off. Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” Amy stared him down. Her eyes were dripping venom. “Abso-fucking-lutely not. I’m still pissed. But Peter and I made up, somehow. He’s at least talking to me. And so I figured, assuming he doesn’t end up dumping me after all, you will eventually work your way back into my good graces. You might have to lick my ass for a while—hey! That was not literal, don’t look so goddamn perverted! And in the meantime, we have a time limit to get this ritual done.”
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  18. That sounds very familiar to me. I was and I am holding for extended periods not only for 6 years but already much longer. There were times when I reduced peeing to in between once or twice a day for weeks continuously. That meant that I had to stand a self-inflicted urge for hours a day but I would never pee before this urge became annoying, to say the least. Sometimes I mastered situations like this: voiding in the morning, holding it over the day, going out with friends after work, having some beer, going home and stand a terrible urge until bedtime. For months I was on a twice-a-day schedule, either morning and dinner time or noon and before bed. That worked well and I enjoyed the feeling of a full bladder for at least hours a day. On vacation, mostly backcountry hiking, I often could reduce peeing to once a day in the morning with a certain effort. That meant for some days in a row that I had to go to bed with a rather full bladder but one gets used to it.
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  19. OmoSuba!!

    I've noticed that there is quite a bit of omorashi artwork floating around the internet. (Maybe because of that scene in episode 8?) Anyway, I've decided to upload some of the best of them here. I'll add more later.
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  21. This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it! ---- The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release. Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken... Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair. Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet. With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia. Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last. She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams. Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house. The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs. Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy. Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely! Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this. Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it. A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all. Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her. What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer. “Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.” This worked for a time. After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her. The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what? The rain! Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must. Ember would have to drink it all. Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood. It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face. Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact. --- That's all for now, let me know what you think and it may continue! Also, while you're here, you can check out some similar little ideas on my forum thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/47053-tiny-stories-and-poems-of-desperation/ Thanks for reading! ❤️
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  22. 3 scales. The first is a 1-20 scale that is more detailed than a standard 1-10 scale. Then a 1-10 scale after that followed by an even more basic 1-5 scale. THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-20 By: Unknown 0: When you've just been and couldn't possibly wee whatever. 1: You don't need it, but you could probably wee if you tried. 2: The very first thought of needing a wee. 3: Very slight so that if you were going out and someone asked you, you'd probably go. 4: You know you need a wee but you don't really have to do any thinking about it or holding. But you know you should go. For example, you've just walked out of the cafe and think, 'I should have gone while I was in there because I won't get to a loo for another few hours now, but I can't be bothered to go back in.' 5: The stage where you start planning. For example, 'I'm going to go when I've finished doing this.' If you were out, you would think of maybe finding a toilet. 6: You might mention it to someone else, so that you can go to the loo. Like maybe, "I need to find a toilet soon," but at that point you'll still walk into the next shop. If you were at home just reading a book, you would probably go now. 7: You might say, 'No let's find that toilet first....' It's the 'I definitely need to go' and 'I ought to do something about it stage.' 8: Getting bad urges.. Visible signs of needing to go if alone. 9: The first signs of holding it if you are out in public, like needing to cross your legs. 10: You REALLY need to go. Often fidgety if sitting down. Concentrating on it. You would only keep holding it at this point if you were somewhere with no toilets, or if you were busy so happy to fidget a bit. 11: Its hurting a bit...and you could really do with a toilet... lots of tensing up and needing to fidget. You would stop even if you were busy and go to the loo. This is the last stage where a normal person would go if at all possible!!! 12: God I'm bursting! Not easy to sit still. Needing to concentrate on it all the time. 13: Starting to get worried about not being able to hold it. Really putting effort into it. Having to hold in a noticeable way. An onlooker could tell by your body language, that you need the toilet. 14: Unable to sit down properly, and if standing up, unable to stand still. 15: Knowing that what ever you do, you don't have much longer. Having to find a toilet soon or else!!! Probably having to put your hand down there and hold on. 16: I need the loo RIGHT NOW!!!!! Big pee dances, Leg twisting, Frozen to the spot etc.... All you are thinking is "I need a wee, I need a wee, I need a wee." 17: THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF LOSING IT !!! 18: First Spurt 19: Leaking 20: Wetting THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-10 By: Ranpalan 0: No urge to pee whatsoever; thus, your bladder is very empty, or you're completely not thinking about it. 1: The slightest of urges, not enough to actually distract you from anything. 2: The first feeling of a clear urge. Still comfortable. 3: A clear urge that remains whenever you're not doing anything interesting. 4: The kind of urge that starts to be uncomfortable. 5: You're aware of the urge almost constantly, and really feel like you should be doing something about it. 6: At this point, you're very well aware of the urge, and it might just be enough for you start squirming or fidgeting. 7: You are almost certainly feeling the urge to squirm and fidget. 8: You are `bursting'. You know you can't hold much longer. 9: At this point, you're not wetting just yet, but you're close to it. 10: You're peeing. Please note that the higher up this scale, the more a person jumps back and forth. Even with a slight wave-like addition to it, stage 9 will actually simply be the centre of a constant jumping between 10 and 8 (leaking and regaining control). THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-5 By: Philadelphia Lynn Stage 1 - Empty, this is where I spend most of my day Stage 2 - I'm first aware of my bladder, I know it's there and will eventually need attention Stage 3 - Bladder Discomfort - Throbbing, "bowling ball" feeling, my favorite stage Stage 4 - Struggling, need to focus on control, keegling Stage 5 - Emptying - either voluntary or involuntary - back to Stage 1
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    Japanese girl is made to drink first and then engage in a sort of challenge where she needs to walk over crotch ropes. Her smile is gorgeous and she have an enlighten attitude. Contains Nudity. Someone pls ID this girl and link it here pls pls I have a crush on her. Can try informations given by the video. Javhub and carribbeancom.com or knows this Series pls let me know.
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    Sundoll takes part in a medical trial that causes some... unexpected side effects. Contains regression, panty and diaper wetting.
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  25. Padme

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    I’d like to make a request, either Princess Leia in her metal bikini wetting as she struggles with her chain, or padme in her suit from episode 2 chained against the pole, if that is possible and okay? Digital if that is okay!
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  26. Well hello again. It's been a while. So I was driving along the other week, trying to get my mind off of things. It's been a stressful month. Good, but stressful. And then I see one of those "Adopt-a-Highway" signs, with the name of a sorority on it. And wheels began to turn in my head... This scenario is what came out. ------------------------------------------------------ Zephyr felt all her insides were in total rebellion, she was so nervous. Could it really be true? Could she really be moving in to this magical place? And could this sorority really be as excellent as it sounded? She looked up at the house. It was pretty big. Lots of windows (though most had the blinds down). There was a porch that didn’t look like it got a lot of use, although a couple bikes were locked up there. It certainly looked like it was full of young people—a little shabby, art on the door, shoes casually heaped up. But there was no sign of it being a sorority—no big gold Greek Letters over the door, like the fraternities she was used to. Zeph looked down at herself. She didn’t really look the part of a sorority girl herself, or at least not as she imagined such girls appeared. She was in flip-flops, not high heels; in cutoff jeans, but not super-tight ones; in a thrift-store tank top, not designer wear. And of course her perky blonde hair had gotten a little bit gay, what with the side buzz on her right temple. But she was dressed more conservatively than usual for her, at least—she was wearing a bra! Her small boobs were practically rattling around in it, but she didn’t want to seem… Well, what? After all, wasn’t that what she was here for? A certain kind of horniness? Just relax. Come as you are, Kelly had told her. We’re all super-sweet, I’m sure everyone will love you. Zephyr took a deep breath, shouldered her overnight bag, walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell. “Just a sec!” someone called. As Zephyr waited for that someone to open the door, she found her eyes examining the art that hung there. The picture was a stylized beach scene, with a river meeting the sea. And suddenly she realized that there was a sorority sign. Subtly woven into the picture were three Greek letters: Π Σ Σ She got a little shiver when she recognized that. She heard footsteps, then a pause, and then the door swung open. “Hi!” said the girl who’d opened it. “C’mon in, I didn’t realize it was you!” Zephyr recognized the girl right away—she’d been here the last time. And what’s more, she even remembered her name: Amanda. It was easy to remember, as there hadn’t been any other big Black girls in the household. Amanda was definitely on the larger side: big hips, big belly, big boobs, big butt. And big hair to match, too. She wasn’t really Zephyr’s type, but Zeph wasn’t about to say so. She wanted to make a good first impression. “Is it Zephyr?” came a more-familiar voice: Kelly. “Sure is!” Amanda sang out. “Seriously, girl, come on in and make yourself at home. Don’t just stand there, you’ll let in the flies.” Zephyr stepped inside. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but as she blinked around she recognized it was just one big room, really—one big room the whole width of the house. There were two doors and the staircase off the back wall, and to the right of the staircase the big room extended further back into an open-plan kitchen. She also recognized some people. Two brunettes were smiling up at her from one couch—one shyly, the other positively beaming with delight. A lanky redhead was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. And also in the kitchen—well, wiping off her hands and stepping out of the kitchen—was Kelly, who smiled widely from under her raven braid and gave Zephyr a big hug. “Welcome,” Kelly said. “Welcome to Pi Sigma Sigma. Gosh, I’m so excited you’re here. Are you ready for this?” Zephyr felt a little twinge in her innards again, way down at her crotch. Well, two twinges, really. The pressure of Kelly’s boobs against her were a part of that. But only a part. “I think so,” she said. “Well, set your bag down and let me give you the tour. Do you remember everybody?” “Um—” “It’s okay, there are lots of us.” “Hi, I’m Ashley!” said the beaming brunette, bouncing up from her seat. She had a slight accent, and she had a haircut rather similar to Zephyr’s—partially long, partially buzzed—although the longer part was just shy of shoulder-length. Zephyr couldn’t help but admire Ashley’s body. Maybe it was just the athletic gear the girl was wearing, but she looked fit as all hell. Nice boobs and butt, a little rounder and fuller than Zeph’s own, but her arms and legs spoke to a lot of workouts. “I’m Kari,” said the redhead. She was very slender, with only a trace of curves, and her hair was cut fairly short. “I’m Amanda,” said Amanda. “And this is Sophie,” Kelly said, gesturing to the other brunette—who smiled again and waved, very shyly. “We’re missing one—Bella should be home soon,” Kelly went on. “Let me show you around, though! First stop—the Bunkroom! Here’s where you’ll sleep.” The leftmost door in the back wall led to a spacious room that was largely filled by two sets of bunk beds and a lot of dressers. “Ashley and Kari like the top bunks, so lucky you, there’s a lower bunk open,” Kelly said. “Not a lot of privacy,” Zephyr pointed out.” “That’s true. But from what you tell me, you’re pretty open, yeah? And after a while here, you’ll see just about everything, almost… This here is the Study Room,” she added, gesturing to the other door. “If you ever just want to get shit done and not be distracted, that’s the room for you. Kitchen, obviously… door to the back yard, such as it is… the real fun is upstairs.” Kelly led the way, and Zephyr followed. Amanda came up behind them. Kari had gone back to chopping, and Ashley and Sophie had resumed their seat on the couch. After a landing, the stairs brought them to a hallway that ran off to the right. To the left was an open door, but Kelly led the way down the hallway. “Bathroom there, we’ll come back to that… Here’s Bella’s room. I’ll let her show that to you, she’s got it set up the way she needs it and it’s best not to mess with it.” “Over here, though,” said Amanda, “is my room, and you can mess with it a lot if you’ve got good ideas.” And she led the way into the big bedroom. Amanda’s room was covered in coziness. A big bed, covered in pillows and stuffed animals, with gauzy drapes hanging over it. The couch that faced the bed looked incredibly comfy, too. And the hardwood floors that they had been walking on were covered in big fluffy throw rugs. There were cheerful posters and paintings on the walls. “Bath mats,” Amanda said, running her toes over the nearest rug. “All of ‘em. Super absorbent and washable, but still nice on the feet.” She winked. “Oh, and the top drawer of the dresser is where we keep the toys. Try any of ‘em that you want, hon, just be sure to wash up after.” She turned to face Zephyr. “You are welcome here any time, hon. This door is always open, and I do mean always. So I want you to feel at home here, mmkay?” “Thank you,” Zephyr said. “Now let’s check out the balcony!” Kelly said. There was a back door to the room, and Amanda led the way through it onto a spacious deck that overlooked a rather small lawn. “We are not big lawn people,” Kelly said, “although sometimes the grass comes in handy. But we do like to hang out up here.” And indeed there were a lot of deck chairs. “We tan up here a lot. As far as we can tell, nobody in the other houses can see us when we’re lying down, so if you want to tan completely, be our guest.” Zephyr, who loved wearing as few clothes as possible, felt that little twinge in her crotch again. “Underneath the deck, Ashley’s got a little gym set up, if you want some weight training,” Kelly said. “But if we go this way…” They stepped back inside the house and into a bedroom even bigger than Amanda’s. This room was not nearly so cozy. It did have an immense bed that looked big enough for four people, and two mats similar to the ones in Amanda’s room, but the walls were more stark. The tall dresser beside the bed was covered in vases and pitchers. And at the bedside… “Whoops,” Kelly said. “Forgot to put that away...” And she grabbed what was obviously a sex toy from the bedside table and dropped it into a drawer. She turned to face Zephyr. “My room,” she said, unnecessarily. “Walk-in closet over there—let me know if you need to store some clothes there, we haven’t filled it up yet. You’ll spend some nights here, too.” Twinge… “Door back to the hallway there, and door to the bathroom here,” Kelly said, leading the way once again. The bathroom was huge. On the right, as they walked in, was a long countertop, matched by an equally long mirror. It had not one but two sinks, and bright lights all around the mirror. “Big enough for three or four of us to do our makeup at once,” Kelly said, “and the tub’s big enough for about the same number, if we get cozy! It’s got jets, too…” The bathtub was indeed immense. But there was also a shower—and, as if somewhat forgotten in the corner, a single toilet. Another twinge. Not in quite the same place, although it was close. A bladder twinge, this time. Zephyr momentarily thought about hanging back after Kelly left. But Amanda was coming into the room behind her, and besides… …So soon? Kelly walked out of the bathroom and down the steps. “Here’s the Code,” she said, pausing on the landing. Zephyr came down the steps and stopped beside her. There was a framed sign hanging on the wall, right where everyone had no choice but to see it. It was hand-lettered and hand-decorated, and read: The ΠΣΣ Code 1. In this house we play, by ourselves or with each other, but always with safety and consent. 2. Safety: Don’t let it hurt—at least not for long. If it hurts, let it out—at least a little. 3. Consent: Before any play, talk it out before and after. Use the Stoplight System. 4. Use the Hair Tie System, too. 5. Eat healthy and drink lots. 6. No play in the Study Room—ever. 7. Be careful about bringing people over. Be even more careful about bringing people in. “There’s a better version somewhere,” Amanda said. “Says a bit more. But this one’s the prettiest, so it got to go up on the wall.” “And that’s that!” Kelly said. “Oh, I think Bella’s home…” All three of them walked down the steps. Another girl was closing the door behind her. She was blonde, wearing a knee-length white dress and big dark sunglasses, and in her hand was a blind person’s cane. Underneath that dress… well, this girl was curvy in all the right places. “Hi, Bella!” Kelly called as she walked down. “Oh, wait, look out, Zephyr’s bag—” Ashley jumped up just then, as if to grab that bag—but she froze for a moment, clenching her fists at her sides. Bella had apparently heard Kelly’s warning, however, and froze too. Instead of folding up her cane, as she’d been about to, she instead did a quick sweep around her ankles. “It’s all right, I’ve got it,” Ashley said, again in that lovely accent. It sounded eastern European. Ashley pulled Zephyr’s bag out of the way. “Thank you, Ash,” Bella said, gratefully. She had a lovely voice. She walked fearlessly to a chair facing Ashley and Sophie’s couch, sat down, and crossed her legs. “Whew. Long day.” “How are you doing?” Ashley asked. “Oh, fairly well. I haven’t—” “Bella,” Kelly said, cutting in warningly, “Zephyr’s here.” “Oh!” Bella said. “Pleased to meet you at last, Zephyr.” She held out a hand. Zephyr hurried over to take it. “I’m pleased to meet you, too,” she said, and meant it. Bella cocked her head. “Hmm. Where are you from?” “The Midwest?” “Yes, that would explain it.” “So… um…” Bella chuckled. “Yes, I’m blind. Not totally. I see colors, especially if there’s a lot of light. But I have trouble with shapes and virtually no peripheral vision.” “Can… can you see me?” “With my eyes, I can see that there’s a shadow in front of me,” Bella said. “With my hands, I could see a bit more. Once we’ve gotten to know each other better. People sometimes find it a little—much for a first meeting.” Zephyr nodded, then realized how stupid this was, and said, “Oh, I see—wait, I mean—” Bella chuckled. “If I were that thin-skinned, Zephyr, I would never leave the house. If there’s anything you’re curious about or wondering about, just ask.” “I’m curious about how you’re doing,” Ashley said. “I’m on track for today,” Bella told her, turning her head slightly to face toward Ashley. “What does that mean?” Zephyr asked. Bella paused for a long second before answering. “Well, you know what we do here, right?” “We’ve all been tiptoeing around it,” Amanda said. “Better to get it over with,” Kelly said. “Hmm. Must I?” Bella said, quietly. “To a stranger?” “I’ll tell!” Ashley said. “I haven’t peed since lunch. I’m at 6, close to 7.” There was a slight pause as they all took this in—and then Kari said, “I went a little more recently, but I’m at a 6, too. Trying to catch up.” “Nice!” Amanda said, nodding and smiling at both Ashley and Kari. “Kelly?” “I’m taking tonight off.” “Well, I’m at maybe a 4, if anyone wants to know,” Amanda said. “Sophie…?” But the shy girl just shook her head. In fact, she had yet to say anything at all. “For the record that was a head-shake,” Amanda said. “Yes, I heard,” Bella said. “As for me, if we’re doing this… I haven’t used a toilet since I woke up.” Ashley grinned, but there was a fierce look in her eye. “Someday, Bella!” “But not today,” Bella said—and there was a bit of smugness in her voice. “What level?” “Oh, I’d say… 7? 8? If I had to put a number on it. Certainly no problem at the moment. I won’t be trying for an all-night hold, however.” “How about you, Zephyr?” Kelly asked. “Just jump right on in. Do you need to pee?” “Um…” “Don’t be shy, now,” Kelly said. “You know that’s what we’re all about.” “Let the girl ease into it if she wants,” Amanda said, gently swatting Kelly’s arm. “Um… yeah. I do. Kinda.” “Well, if you want to try a hold your first night here, we’d all be delighted,” Amanda said, “but if you’d rather just watch, that’s okay too. Nobody’s going to rush you into anything.” “Thanks…” “Just FYI, Kari and I are having a contest,” Ashley said. “Uh—you mean—a holding contest?” “Yeah!” Ashley said. “First one to pee takes the L. You wanna join in?” “Ashley, that’s a yellow light for me,” Kari said. “Oh shit, sorry. What’s up?” “I’d rather I got to know Zephyr a little bit more first,” Kari said. “That’s fair!” Ashley said, and turned back to Zephyr. “Sorry. Not tonight. But soon—I’ll take you on! See what the new girl’s got, huh?” “Um… sure.” And then, because Ashley was making lots of those twinges happen, she added: “I’d like that.” “It’s a deal,” Ashley said. “But before any of that,” Kelly said, “let’s finish making dinner, huh?” Zephyr, a little relieved, hurried to help—and with extra hands, the meal was soon ready. They ate around the table, which was just big enough for all seven of them: three to a side and Kelly at the head. Zephyr couldn’t keep her eyes off of Ashley, who was definitely showing some signs of needing to pee. She was probably the most visibly desperate of the whole group, squirming in her seat a lot. But Kari wasn’t that far behind. Amanda had seated herself next to Zephyr to make the new girl welcome, made a few gestures of needing to go, herself—but mostly she was making eye contact with Ashley and Kari, and when those two girls gave her the thumbs-up, she smiled warmly and made encouraging expressions: silent You go, girl! or Hold on, you got this! And to Bella, who was seated on Amanda’s other side, Amanda asked just once, “Need any help?” To which Bella serenely replied, “No, thank you.” Meanwhile Amanda and Kelly were keeping the conversation going nicely, drawing Zephyr in routinely. Kelly had a wicked sense of humor, and Zephyr couldn’t help but laughing. Neither, apparently, could Ashley, who finally cried out, “Oh shit, Kelly, don’t make me laugh any more! It’s not fair!” “Now, now, I’m making Kari laugh too.” “She doesn’t laugh as hard as I do!” “And my money’s still on you, Ash. So maybe I’m just trying to make it interesting, huh?” “Ooooooh, I’ll show you…” “Yes, that’s what I want you to do,” Kelly said. “I’ve gotta help with cleanup, too!” “That’s one of the rules here,” Kelly said. “If you didn’t cook, you help clean up.” “I didn’t help a lot,” Zephyr said. “Should I help clean?” “No, no. You certainly did help,” Kelly said. “But if you’re feeling particularly chivalrous, you could take over scrubbing the pans. I don’t think Ashley or Bella particularly want to be dealing with running water right now.” “I generally do the drying, anyway,” Bella said. “Much easier for me.” After dinner, Sophie vanished into the Bunkroom, having said very little all night (but having grinned at all of Kelly’s wit). Ashley and Amanda helped load the diswasher, moving a little gingerly. Zephyr did scrub one of the pans (Amanda did the other) and Bella, who moved with some confidence into the kitchen without her cane, did indeed do the drying. Then the blind blonde said, “Well, ladies, I’m pretty tired. I think I will go up.” “Need any help?” Amanda asked again. “No, I don’t think so.” “How full?” Ashley asked. “Oh, certainly an 8 by now. And with what I just drank it will be a 9 before bed.” Ashley shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it…” “How do you get to Carnegie Hall’s bathroom?” Ashley laughed. “Can I hug you?” “Of course,” Bella said. And as Ashley did so—her head coming up just to Bella’s chin—Bella said, “Zephyr, it’s always a good idea to ask me about hugs and so on. I generally say yes—almost always, for the sisters. But not by surprise.” “Got it,” Zeph said. Bella bent slightly and kissed Ashley’s head. “Good night and good luck, darling,” she told the shorter girl. Ashley squeezed a little tighter—she seemed to be relishing Bella’s boobs—and then let go at last. She had to cross her legs as she did. Amanda got a hug from Bella, too, and then the blind girl walked fearlessly and unerringly toward the stairs and up them. “She’s really—” Zephyr began. But Kelly waved her silent. “Good ears,” she whispered, when Bella had gone all the way up. “And she’s really gonna hold it until she goes to bed?” “Usually does!” Kari and Ashley were now sitting at opposite ends of the couch, very deliberately looking at their phones and not each other. Both were showing considerable signs of restlessness. Kelly watched them with naked interest, but made no move to join them. Instead she stood talking to Zephyr for a bit. “So,” she said. “You saw the Code, but let me explain a little bit more.” “Yes please.” “The stoplight system is pretty simple. Red Light means you stop playing. No matter what. No matter how close you are to what you want, you stop, no questions asked.” “So if something bad happens…?” “Yes. If someone crosses a line, maybe, or does something that really wasn’t discussed, or does something unsafe or painful. Or even just for practice.” “Practice?” “You bet. People get afraid to call a Red Light. So every now and then, we just do one for practice, so we all get used to doing it. You should call a Red Light soon. Not in your very first playing, I think—but soon. And we can call them on the people playing even if we’re not playing ourselves, by the way. “Yellow Light means you’re not comfortable with something. Whoever you’re playing with, they should stop what they just did, or back off. But if you call a Yellow, you really need to explain what went wrong. “Green Light, of course, means ‘keep going,’ or ‘more, please.’ Brown Light: gotta stop because I gotta poop. We don’t like that too much. If you can, take care of all that before playing. But it happens sometimes. And then Night Light is just ‘I’m too tired to play, or to keep playing.’” “Got it.” “Generally speaking, don’t go through a closed door. And if there’s a hair tie on the doorknob, it means don’t even knock, we’re playing. But a hair tie on a door that’s not closed means ‘Come on in and join.’” “Okay.” “That’s most of it! Oh—Rule 7. So everyone’s agreed to give you a try. But you’re still on probation for now.” “What do I need to do?” “You just need a Green Light from everyone. One Red Light and you’re out, no questions asked. Any Yellows and you’ll need to improve at something to get the Green.” “What am I getting judged on?” “Oh, it’s a little different for each of us. But I’ll tell you this much: odds are pretty good it’s gonna involve pee.” “You mean, like…?” Zephyr nodded toward Ashley and Kari. Since her own bladder was now quite full, it was rather on her mind. “Holding it? Oh yes. For Ashley, for Sophie, and for me.” “I have a few other things I look for,” Amanda said. “But you’ll be holding while I check ‘em out.” “What about Kari? And Bella?” “You’ll find we all like somewhat different things. Kari and Bella will tell you what they’re looking for when they’re ready. But in general—don’t be an asshole, be a good sport, be willing to try things but also set your red lines… and of course clean up your mess.” “My pee?” “Any mess. Don’t care if it’s dirty clothes or dirty dishes.” “Okay.” Kelly patted her shoulder. “You’ll probably be just fine, Zeph. But for now, I’m going upstairs.” “How about you?” Amanda asked Zephyr. “Turning in soon?” “Uh—I’m not really sleepy…” Her eyes wandered over to Ashley. Amanda chuckled. “It’s getting exciting over there, isn’t it?” she said. “But Kari wanted to get to know you a bit more first.” “Oh. Right.” “Kari, Ash—would you like to take this up to my room?” Amanda called. “I’m okay anywhere,” Ashley said, and looked to Kari. “Yeah, let’s go up,” Kari said. “No offense, Zephyr, but this is about to get a little hotter and heavier and, well…” “It’s okay,” Zephyr said. “I understand.” But she followed Ashley with her eyes as the two girls went upstairs. Ashley was, after all, clutching her crotch. And she had the cutest butt… Amanda flipped deadbolts on the outside doors and turned to Zephyr. “I’m gonna go lend those two a hand,” she said. “I like helping everybody out. But whenever you want to come up to my room for a little play, you’ll be welcome.” “Thanks,” Zephyr said, a little uncertainly. “Sleep well, now. Oh, and if you pee before bed tonight, remember the door rules apply to the bathroom, too.” If? Left alone, Zephyr sat on the couch for a bit. Anxiety and arousal chased each other through her body. This was either gonna be the hottest thing ever or the weirdest thing ever. After all, it sounded like they were expecting her to hold her pee with each other member of Pi Sigma Sigma, in turn. That was something she’d always done exclusively in private. Especially the getting-herself-off part that so often followed right after. Although she’d always found it intensely sexy when other girls around her had needed to pee… and it looked like there would be plenty of that… Including right now. Upstairs, there were at least two girls holding their pee as long as they could. Maybe three, if Bella hadn’t gone yet. And down here, there was another. She really needed to go by now. She headed for the stairs—and stopped. She could wait a little longer. After all, that’s what Pi Sigma Sigma was all about, right? She squeezed her pee back, with a visible effort: crossed legs and a bit of a grimace. There was a small sound, like someone taking a sharp breath. She looked over at the door of the Bunkroom. Sophie was there, in a nightgown that somehow set off her breasts to excellent advantage, and hung short of her knees. Her hair was down, a tad rumpled. She was gripping either side of the doorframe with her hands. Her legs were crossed, and there was a look in her eye. It was a look Zephyr had often seen aimed at her, but never from someone who seemed so shy. It was a look of pure lust. Sophie realized she’d been caught looking, and blushed beet red. But she didn’t move. She kept her hands and legs where they were, silently sending out an I’m bursting message. Then the small quiet girl said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m really glad you’re here.” ---------------------------------------------------------- All right, folks. We're just getting warmed up here. As you might guess from the story, there are going to be six more stories of holding it, holding contests, desperation, peeing, and yes, sex. And that's just to get Zephyr off of probation. After that there are so many more possibilities... so many more... Too many, in fact, for one man to write (even someone who can write as fast as me). To really do this saga justice before the end of the world, I'm going to need a little help. I'd love to collaborate on these stories with anyone who would like to. PM me if you're interested! A few clarifications: this is straight-up fantasy. If you liked Meagan & Parker (my last series) because of the careful plotting and character development, I hate to disappoint. If you liked M&P because of the grounded realism, this ain't the tale for you. If you liked it because of all the bursting bladders and squirmy situations—if you were wishing that Meagan and Dacy and Zephyr all had a holding contest,lost all control, and then fucked each other—then this series is absolutely for you. Yes, this is Zephyr from Meagan & Parker. But it's a "fictionalized" Zephyr. Pi Sigma Sigma doesn't exist in the world of Meagan and Parker. Zephyr has also moved from bi-curious to outright-bi-if-not-veering-into-gay. She's still pee-shy, though. And yes, we will see all the characters we met here desperate to pee at some point. Let's have some fun!
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  27. I decided to start a thread where I can post my art and it won't get lost in the discord server. Feel free to give criticism!
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  29. She is definitely one of my favorite wetters 😄 Very pretty girl!
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  30. I have another one that I will try and upload. I am pretty sure that someone pointed out that if you play these back to back in a certain order you can tell she filmed them all in one day. Each set of clothing she changes into at the end is the next one she's wetting in! Which I for one find an extrememly sexy thought. Her hair does change each video as well which kinda makes me question it, but that'd be easy enough to do within the 2 hours of so her bladder would be filling.
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    I'd forgotten about that. X'D Though that also comes with the fact that the person spending the night there _also_ has to stay up, unless they have a group sleepover and take shifts. Of course, that's dependent on her even making it that far, which I kinda doubt.
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  34. With this story, I’m very lucky as this had happened around the time I started getting into omo. It was 8th grade in my algebra class. This day we had a substitute teacher and damn was she hot. Long, blonde hair, probably 5’7 or 5’8, slim body, no older than 25, and was wearing a red top with a black blazer and blue jeans About 20 or so minutes into class, I noticed she was starting to look somewhat desperate. I knew this but didn’t want her to notice me. About 10 minutes later it was starting to become more obvious that this lady was bursting and if she didn’t go soon, she was gonna pee. She was doing everything in her power to hold it. But, it wasn’t enough. A small, but noticeably dark spot appeared on her jeans. And then I heard the sound of liquid hitting the floor. I looked at her and her face was beet red. She had peed her pants. Almost everything that happened after this is a blur but, nobody really ever said anything about it and I never saw again.
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  35. Absolutely love this blog. I am not into wetting, so love these extreme hold stories. One of my favorite sites on the hole www!
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  36. Me: *Trying to work on my laptop* My cat: "Yo, I can bet I can fit in that tiny space between you and your laptop."
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  37. Held it Too Long View File Working late on a project and I just wanted to finish. I kept passing on going to the bathroom and the inevitable happened. I ended up sitting in my wet sweats for another hour or two still working. Submitter wetfunandy Submitted 08/07/2019 Category Almost made it Clothing Other
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  39. Chapter 51 There was a roll of “doggy-doo” plastic disposal bags at the rest stop, and one of the teachers helped themselves, sharing them out amongst the students, should anyone else feel sick during the remaining hour and a bit it would take to get back to school. The mood on the bus was now a lot more subdued, with every boy sincerely hoping the bags wouldn’t be needed, or even worse, that they wouldn’t lose control of their bowels before they got back. Our heroes chatted away quietly amongst themselves. Scott, Matt, and Aiden appeared to be unaffected, while Dan and Ali didn’t feel the best, although they felt better now than before they had stopped. Dan was trying hard not to drink too much water, although he was thirsty, and knew that he needed it, especially after all the bourbon he and the guys had drunk last night, and he found himself constantly sipping from his water bottle. It seemed to help with the occasional nauseous he was feeling. They discussed Rob’s sudden change of attitude in great detail, wondering if it was possible that he might finally be turning over a new leaf. Matt didn’t want to divulge too much private information about him, but alluded to the fact that the boy was having problems at home, especially with his dad. Even Aiden felt some sympathy for him after that. While Danny didn’t exactly feel sick, he definitely didn’t feel well, and he kept glancing at his phone, anxious to get back home. He thought about his mum a lot as well. He knew that he definitely missed her, but at the same time, he still felt a bit of animosity towards her for making him go to camp. Even though overall he had enjoyed it, now he felt tired, grumpy, dirty, and slightly unwell, and of course that was totally her fault for making him go! Sue had been in court from lunchtime till two, and hadn’t eaten. Her phone had been off, and she had forgotten to switch it on again. The clock in her car said it was nearly 2.30, and after stopping to grab a take out sandwich, she was pulling up at the school to pick up her “Little Soldier,” whose bus was due around 3. She parked behind a pick up towing an enclosed trailer, with “J.J. Building Services” on the side, and she smiled. The owner of that trailer had the unfortunate name of Jack Jackson, and she had known him socially for years. When your husband is an electrician, you met all sorts of tradesmen during your life. Although her and Peter weren’t especially close with Jack, the men had worked on a lot of jobs together over the years, and were reasonably good friends with each other. Jack was a big man by any standards, standing at least six foot four, and built like a tank. He had skin like leather after working in the sun for years. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail with a strip of leather. He had multiple earrings, which made him look like a cross between a biker and a bounty hunter, but she knew he was a softly spoken gentle giant, who wouldn’t hurt a fly. She smiled when she saw him, resting against the front of his car, talking to a guy driving another pick up, which was adorned with signs advertising a plumbing company. Grabbing her sandwich, she walked up to him and smiled. “Hey Jack! How’s it going?” “Wow! Susie! How are you?” He replied with a big smile, flashing a gold front tooth, and leaning in to give her a friendly peck on the cheek. “What’re you doin’ here?” “Picking up my boy. He’s been at camp. What about you?” “Same,” Jack replied. “I didn’t know your boy went to school here! Mine too. He’s at camp as well. I wonder if they know each other?” He suddenly remembered his friend. “Sorry guys. Sue, this is Paul. Paul, Sue. Paul’s boy goes here as well. His boy Scotty is best mates with my Matthew.” Sue’s head spun. “Wait. Matt and Scotty. And they have another mate called Ali, don’t they? An Indian boy?” “That’s right,” said Paul with a grin. Those three are inseparable. Been mates since grade one. “Unbelievable,” Sue laughed. “My boy Dan has been hanging around with your boys a lot lately! He had a sleepover at your house not long ago Paul! I’ve met your wife, she’s lovely.” “Aww. No way! I didn’t actually meet him then, I was working. But I knew Scotty had a new friend staying over, which is a bit unusual.” He lowered his voice. “I, uh, believe our boys have a little bit in common?” “I think you’re right Paul,” she agreed. “That was Danny’s first ever sleepover, because he’s not comfortable with the whole thing as a rule.” “Wait,” said Jack. “The boys came with me to a job recently, and went to play with their new friend while I was at work. Was that your boy?” Sue laughed gaily. “It sure was! They seem like great mates!” “Bugger me,” Jack said under his breath. “Small world, eh?” “I knew you had boys, Jack, but I didn’t know how old they were, or that they went to St Marks!” “Only Matty now. He’s my youngest. The other two are in college. Scotty is Paul’s baby boy too. His other boys are grown. The girl too.” Sue threw her sandwich back into the car. Suddenly, talking seemed more interesting than eating. She had always like JJ, and couldn’t believe that their sons were now friends! Paul checked his phone. “Uh oh. Have you guys checked your phones lately? You might want to have a look....” JJ pulled his out, not finding anything. “What? What’s up Pauly?” “Not your work phone. Check your personal one,” Paul advised, and Jack started digging in the console of his car, while Sue retrieved hers from her purse, and switched it on. It lit up like a Christmas tree. There were two emails from the school, and three messages, plus a missed call. Also, there was a missed call from Danny, and two messages. Apparently Jacks phone was the same, and they all spent the next couple of minutes reading about the horrors that had been occurring on the bus. All three tried to call their boys, but with no luck. Phone reception could drop out on the highway in places, and it looked like the bus might be currently in a black spot, so they could do nothing more than wait. “Shit,” Sue mumbled, fumbling in her purse for her cigarettes. Of course she had bought more when her last packet had finished. “I guess that explains why none of the other parents are here yet,” Jack mused. “The busses won’t be back for another hour. How are your kids doing?” “Scott’s ok apparently,” said Paul with a sigh of relief, “He said Matt is too. Ali doesn’t feel the best, poor kid.” “Dan feels sick, but he hasn’t BEEN sick, at least yet,” Sue informed them. “This could be a long night though.” “Yeah. Matty said he’s fine,” JJ confirmed. But you know what kids are like. If one of them sneezes, they all catch a cold. Hope it’s nothing serious.” “Sounds like classic Gastro,” Paul exclaimed, reading the emails more thoroughly. “Shit. That can be horrible, especially for kids.” The adults lapsed into silence for awhile, all silently worried about their boys. Gradually though, they started talking amongst themselves again. After all, they couldn’t just stand around in silence for an hour, could they? “Got any plans for the kids holidays?” JJ asked. I’m planning on taking a week off. The boys will soon be too old to want to spend time with us, so I want to get some quality time in while I still can. I didn’t do that enough with Mattys big brothers, and I still kick myself over that.” “I was thinking of taking Scotty camping,” Paul said. “Maybe head up north for a few days. Why don’t you and Matt join us?” A lightbulb went off in Sues head. “You guys are thinking of going away up north with the kids? How does a short working holiday sound, and of course with the kids as well!” JJ grinned. “Working holiday eh? What’re you thinking Susie?” “Well,” she started, suddenly excited, foreseeing a way to help Pete get some tradesmen for his project, and at the same time, give her boy someone to play with. “Do you guys know Mario?” They both nodded. EVERYONE in the building game knew Mario. “Well,” she repeated. “Mario has a project up north. Pete’s gonna run the site. He’s going to get a full crew going, and kids are welcome. We might even be able to put the little buggers to work for a bit. Let them earn some extra pocket money.” Paul and Jack leaned in. “Go on. We’re listening,” JJ said, gold tooth gleaming as he grinned broadly. Sue explained the project over the next ten minutes, and by then, both fathers were very excited. It was perfect! A week or so away in the warm, the children would have their friends to hang around with, no expenses incurred, in fact, they’d actually be earning good money while they were there, and still have time to hang out with the boys while they were still young enough to want that. All food and accommodation paid for, with the added benefits of extra fun stuff and activities happening in the town they were going to, which would help keep the kiddos amused while they were working. They got so excited, they forgot to try ringing the kids back for awhile! “Pete comes back on Monday, so we’ll have a decent chat then. By the way, don’t mention Dans dad coming back to your boys. He wants it to be a surprise.” JJ suddenly looked shocked. “SHIT! The boys!” All three adults suddenly sheepishly grabbed for their phones, and with guilty expressions, started ringing their sons again.
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    And another. Could have sworn I'd seen this on here before. It's been on PornHub for a couple years.
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    Grabbed one. This woman is stunning. She's the perfect combination of sexy and cute. 😍 That second one was already uploaded here. I think there are a couple others that are already on here too.
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    These clips are part of a series from PissJapnTV were girls dressed in school uniforms hike up there skirts and slowly wet there panties as they walk down ally ways and streets Enjoy
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  43. well today is your lucky day! yep! uh huh! first: you will, second: thank you! and finally: here's the piece for today.... this week.... month... hell i dunno, it's kind of a hassle to transfer this stuff in high(enough) resolution. also i'm a common victim of artist's block, and just being generally unmotivated. doing art helps though. did i mention this is the first omo pic I've done all year?
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  44. Hot, i'm definitely not the only girl who's used a shower head to get off after pissing her panties 😉 Good to know.
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  45. Would it be okay to thank you now? 🤔
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  46. February: the wedding photographer Bethany had a eye for detail, a natural rapport with people and a desire to do her best at all times. She’d worked for Picture Perfect for a number of years starting at the bottom with the laborious school photos then newborn shoots and finally her favourite: wedding photography. Maybe it was the romantic in her, or her love of the natural outdoors or just the wider variety of shots she could take but wedding photography excited her like no other aspect of her job and thankfully her boss Steven noticed and would assign Bethany as many weddings as possible. Bethany woke early Saturday morning excited about her day. Yes it would be long and cold at times but she had built quite a bond with the couple who were about to tie the knot and she was as excited for them as she was for herself. She’d met the bridesmaids, seen the set up of the hall, and even attended the rehearsal the night before so she knew exactly the best lighting for each shot. She was familiar with the old traditional church and the grounds and had discussed at length possible places for outside snaps despite the cold weather. As long as the predicted rain stayed away all should go well. It was going to be an all day event and the couple were paying handsomely for photos of the entire day: from the bride and groom preparing, to the wedding cars arriving, the flowers, the ceremony, traditional family and guest line ups, the meal and throughout the evening reception. Bethany packed her bag for a long shift including water, a large variety of expensive camera regalia and snacks that would boost her energy throughout the day. Finally she filled a 1 litre flask with tea and headed out the door to the best man’s house where she planned to take some quick shots of the best man and groom before driving the mile to the bride’s house, where the couple already lived. The best man answered the door expecting her though only wearing a pair of jeans and bare chested. It was only 9am and Bethany wondered if the men had slept much at all. She took some snaps of the hanging suits and some fun lighthearted snaps of the best man and groom messing about which she knew the couple probably would never purchase but would love seeing anyway. Sometimes, she reasoned, pictures were about capturing mischief as well as calm. She was due at the brides house at 9:45 so she set off and arrived earlier than expected, the Saturday morning traffic much quieter than usual. She even had time for some tea before heading in to get some candid snaps of make up being done, the bride’s dress hanging up, hair being put up and perfect little bridesmaids being made pretty. The highlight for Bethany was photographing little Peter, the couple’s two year old as he walked downstairs in his navy suit with his favourite blanket tucked under his arm. Bethany caught him puzzled, then pensive, then excited, then laughing all by the time he had reached the bottom step. His curly blond hair and little features contrasting against the beige carpet and dark walls making every picture look magazine worthy and Bethany smiled at the toddlers natural charms and the fact she knew this set of pictures would take very little editing. By the time she had completed the cars arriving, the mother of the bride, the mother of the groom and the flowers it was time for her to drive quickly to he church and set up the camera for the service. It was vital she arrived before the wedding party so despite the fact Bethany would have been more comfortable using the bathroom first she knew this wasn’t possible. There would be plenty time for breaks later when the main event was finished she reasoned. Arriving at the picturesque old church Bethany shot a few quick pictures of the church against the overcast clouds which passed creating a romantic ambience she hoped to capture on camera. February was always risky weather wise for outdoor shots for anything but both herself and the couple had a plan B should the havens decide to open at the wrong time. A few keen guests were already waiting inside so Bethany took some unexpected photos of them as they mingled, sat looking at their phones or nervously waited for the wedding to start. As others arrived Bethany snapped from various angles on the aisle and from a distance doing a scan to make sure she hadn’t omitted anyone by mistake. When the groom and best man arrived she snapped a fantastic picture of them both at the church door as they paused naturally for a moment to take in the enormity of the day. With the bride due soon Bethany set up her tripod and busied herself taking more photos of the interior of the church, it’s beautiful stained glass windows and ornate decorations and the minister dressed smartly in his robes. The couple had chosen perfectly, so she though, though she couldn’t help but notice there was no signs for where the bathrooms were. Despite the cold air outside the church was warm and with all the running around Bethany was hot so before the ceremony began she had half her bottle of water. The ceremony went perfectly and Bethany captured hundreds of photos, many that she knew from experience would never make the cut. She reckoned only around 20% of the photos she took that day would ever be seen but it was a numbers game and the more you took the bigger the chance of getting some really amazing shots. By the time the one hour service was over Bethany was very aware that she could use a bathroom. Except now was her time! While the couple walked down the aisle hand in hand Bethany was on her knees at the entrance capturing every emotion, every gesture and every moment. It didn’t matter that her body needed release, she had a job to do and she couldn’t disappear now of all times. As extended family and guests said goodbye and headed for the hotel for lunch or to home Bethany set up her tripod around the side of the church where a mature well maintained garden would be the ideal backdrop for the formal photo shoot. The cold air shot through her and increased her need for a bathroom but as the couple had discussed previously Bethany was to aim to get the entire shoot over with in half an hour to 45 minutes as little Peter was tiring and cold and the young bridesmaids were bored. Bethany started with single pics of the children, then some together, then some with their parents while the adults mingled. Twenty minutes in and she was having to cross her legs whenever possible and keep moving about. Now she took snaps of the couple themselves both with their young son and without, then with the best maid and best man and then with the bridesmaids and parents and finally with the full extended wedding party, which took over 40 shots alone to get everyone looking forward, smiling and standing right, by which time Bethany was very aware of her bladder. She called it time and the wedding party headed for the hotel ready for lunch. Bethany was last to leave having to return into the church to retrieve other equipment, thankful to be alone so she could dance about more as her desperation increased. Now alone she looked harder and more carefully for any signs of a bathroom but still found none so she decided to drive as quickly as she could to the hotel where she was invited for lunch with the wedding and where she was sure she could rush to the ladies on arrival. Finally having loaded her car with everything Bethany pulled out of the church wriggling on her seat as she did so. She was already later than planned and she had a twenty minute drive still to complete before she reached the hotel and a bathroom. That twenty minutes felt like forever and then she struggled to find a parking space when she did arrive. She longed to rush to the ladies as she opened her boot and grabbed her camera, tripod and accessories. As she opened the hotel doors she was met by an anxious best man who came straight over to her to say the meals were ready to be served and they were holding off doing the toast for her to arrive. He held a glass of champagne in his hand and he took the tripod and bag from her, placing it down against the wall, as Bethany turned her camera on and loaded up just in time to capture the toast, her bladder pulsating at the image of everyone drinking fluids right in front of her. Her glass had been placed on a table by the best man and several eyes watched expectantly as Bethany knew she had to drink the champagne despite really needing the bathroom. Bethany jumped as a gentle kind male voice interrupted her thoughts to say that the seat beside him was reserved for her and that his name was Danny. It was all she could mutter to say thanks as she set the tripod and camera to face the head of the table and took her seat, crossing her legs as she did so. As the waiters and waitresses brought the starters in Bethany scanned the room for any sign of where the bathrooms were knowing she couldn’t hold on much longer. Before she even finished a full plate of melon was placed in from of her and fresh orange poured into a glass. Bethany tightened her muscles and bounced her knee. She had to get to a loo before the full meal started but she felt so socially awkward leaving during a wedding meal, especially one where she was expected to take photos. ‘You look as awkward as I feel’ came that voice again and Bethany turned to see the man who had spoken earlier looking at her. She wasn’t sure wether to say what was wrong or not as she once again looked around the room hoping miraculously to now see a sign to the bathrooms, even though there had been none just minutes previously. ‘Yes. Sorry I am a bit distracted. My apologies.’ ‘No problem. I know you have a job to do. I won’t disturb you.’ ‘Thanks. .......Actually it’s not that....I was wondering....’ Bethany was hit by a sudden strong urge and had to fidget badly in her seat and wriggle rather obviously to avoid an accident. Danny leaned towards Bethany and whispered, ‘Are you ok?’ Bethany leaned towards him, one hand between her tightly crossed legs under the table as she whispered back, ‘I really really need to go to the toilet’. In whispered tones the conversation continued: ‘Do you think you can wait until after the meal? I can show you where they are as soon as we have eaten.’ ‘I’m absolutely bursting!’ ‘I can see that. Just try and wait a little bit longer. It’s not that polite to leave right now. I promise I’ll take you soon. They’re not far. I just don’t want to create a scene. But let me know if it’s super urgent.’ ‘Oh....ok’ Bethany wanted to say it was super urgent NOW but something stopped her. Danny had an endearing smile, a comforting voice, and he knew where the ladies were. If she could just wait until he felt comfortable showing her she could get to release her swollen bloated bladder soon. Except her bladder didn’t want to wait. From the view from the table Bethany looked the epitome of calmness and beauty in her trouser suit and blouse but under the table out of sight her legs were rubbing, her knees bouncing and her urethra pounding. She couldn’t recall needing to pee so much before but she ate her starter and sipped some fresh orange as if all was well while Danny smiled and winked at her. Five minutes later she leaned in to whisper again. ‘I don’t think I’ll last the full meal!’ ‘Do your best! That’s all anyone asks. You’ll get to go soon. Promise.’ The starter was cleared away as people relaxed and chatted though Bethany felt anything but relaxed. She scissored her legs and shifted in her seat as another urge hit. She leaned over to say to Danny. ‘I’m so desperate to pee. Could you show me where the ladies is now please.’ ‘I would but the waitress is just heading over with the main course. Look! We can’t risk knocking into her. Once I’ve eaten I’ll show you. Honesty.’ Bethany sighed wondering if she ought to just rush to reception and ask them but as she was about to get up sure enough her main course was served, along with a large glass of water! Throughout the meal Bethany struggled enormously, fidgeting restlessly and crossing her legs one way then the next, even edging to the corner of her seat to press down and rock as she tried to eat. While one hand used her fork the other massaged her crotch under the table as her whole body pushed to get release. Her head was spinning, her body sweating and her hands shaking. She could hardly eat though Danny seemed to be eating well and happy bedside her. He wasn’t half way through his meal when Bethany whispered again. ‘I’m about to pee myself!’ ‘Can I finish my meal first?’ ‘Only if you don’t mind a huge puddle beside you! It’s an emergency now.’ As the pounding and tingling intensified yet again Bethany stood up, bent forward and rushed out the door one hand pushing between her legs as she reached the main foyer, drops of urine leaking into her knickers. Looking quickly around she saw signs to the toilets around the corner and ran with her crotch held tightly. She couldn’t wait for some stranger to finish his meal and direct her. She was frantic! What Bethany didn’t expect was that the hotel had more than one event on with it being Valentine’s weekend and she unexpectedly met with a small queue of ladies waiting! Knowing she was already leaking now Bethany hobbled back out and ran into the baby change next door silently pleading it to have a toilet! It didn’t so she backed out of it again marching on the spot with one hand holding herself tightly. She pushed open the ladies again but there was absolutely no way she could wait for three others in front of her with just three cubicles so she pushed open the disabled bathroom and was delighted to find it was not only free but clean and large. Without even wasting a second to lock the door she pulled her smart trousers and underwear down and hovered over the toilet as warm pee gushed from her steadily. Bethany hates using public toilets but sometimes emergencies happened and this was one such time. She just hoped that she hadn’t missed any photo opportunities and that the bride and groom would understand her social faux pas of leaving during their special meal. She finished and washed up and sneaked back onto the hall and returned to her seat as Danny, who had now completed his meal leaned over and whispered, ‘you less distracted now?’ ‘Definitely. That was extreme. At least I never missed the sweet or the speeches though eh!’
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  47. Hi, I just came across this nice amateur bed wetting clip. A lady pees herself in bed through her panties. I simply love this stuff 🙂 Amateur Bed wetting - video.mp4
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  48. I was in the Army in the mid to late sixties. A lot of my medical training took place in San Antonio, TX at Fort Sam Houston. It was also the main training center for the Women's Army Corp. The young women recruits wore blue and white knee length dresses or skirts and being women did whatever they could to make them sexy. They also had exercise classes and field training. Now it was not too unusual for someone on a training field to need to pee. Because the weather was always warm we were constantly encouraged to remain hydrated to avoid dehydration, there was always that person that would drink to much and wet their pants. For the guys it happened now and then. I finally was assigned to Brooke General Hospital and wound up being friendly with one of the WACs. She was cute and at her age always horny. Also these women were in the service to find a husband with a job and rarely said "no" to anything. One day we were talking about one of her friends that wet her pants at a party we had and I asked her if she'd peed her panties during her basic training. She just laughed and said that many of them never thought twice about it. She said that because they wore dresses and skirts, that it was easy to get away with it. She also reminded me that ladies rooms were never convenient and so it was not unusual that a few of them would return to their barracks with peed cotton full bodied military panties. They were issued military panties, but would quickly change to civilian nylon, ladies full cut panties at first chance.
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    From the album: Mitch's Commissions

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  50. [This story is set in the world of The Sphere: A virtual reality collective that allows people to play various games or perform day to day functions including: Got to school, work, and other things.] When Samantha first saw the ad for one of the recent eroge games at The Sphere Center she worked at, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. It didn’t offer much info about the game itself; it was just a young man gripping the leash of an anthro dog girl -just a typical master and pet simulator. They had been gaining popularity over the years and more and more had been appearing. What had first captured Samantha’s attention were the master’s bright green eyes that seemed reach into Samantha’s very soul and pull her closer, while his curly dark hair made her go weak in the knees. She didn’t think anything was weird until she found herself imagining one day being on the other end of that leash. You can put a collar on me any day. “Why don’t you just play it already?” A voice behind her said startling her as she jumped. “Well if that isn’t the sign of a guilty conscious, than I don’t know what is.” “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Samantha said trying to catch her breath. “I would hardly call walking down the hall sneaking up on you.” Tom grined flipping his long blond bangs out of his eyes while carrying a load of boxes in his arms. “I catch you staring at that poster all the time. Why don’t you just play it already?” “I-I don’t want to play it. I just think he’s kind of cute.” Samantha insisted blushing. She’d never stoop so low as to admit she wanted to play an adult video game. “Meh, not my type.” Tom said looking him up and down as Samantha rolled her eyes playfully. “I can finish moving these boxes by myself if you want to try.” He said with a grin. She was always scoffing at the types of people that came in to play these kinds of games; it would be ironic if she were secretly into it as well. “I said I don’t want to!” Samantha insisted. “I’ll make you a deal.” Tom said. “If you play this game; I’ll take your Saturday shift.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Samantha said as nervous anticipation filled her stomach. “Please don’t tell anyone.” She whispered as Tom plugged the wires into the back of her neck before fitting the helmet over her head. She closed her eyes as Tom began counting down. Cheery upbeat music greeted her ears as she opened her eyes to find a menu of options waiting for her to choose from. The first thing for her to decide was whether or not she wanted to be the Master or Pet. A brief thought of walking the guy from the advertisement on a leash flashed through her mind, but she decided against it. Now was her chance, she may never have another opportunity like this. Samantha selected the pet option and a list of different anthropoids to choose from popped up as her avatar, Jen, appeared to the side modeling each option in turn. She quickly selected dog, as a cat would look rather silly being walked on a leash. Next she was prompted to choose a breed. After flicking through different selections she settled on a beagle, as it looked the best with Jen’s appearance. She hadn’t really known what to expect when she had logged on. She had expected Jen’s appearance to be furrier she supposed, but was pleasantly surprised to find all that changed was dog-ears and a tail. Samantha couldn’t help but think she looked absolutely adorable instead of creepy like she had originally thought. Samantha was also pleasantly surprised to find that she could adjust the masters personality traits as she saw fit. She could change make him anywhere from kind and compassionate to strict and controlling. It was her first time playing something like this after all, she wasn’t ready to get a squirt bottle to the face or smacked with a rolled up newspaper just because she sat on the furniture or something. Finally once everything was set to Samantha’s taste she was ready to start. …………………………………………………………………………………….. When she first came to, Jen found herself staring out into the street, but was blocked by a clear window. She pressed her face against the glass- for some reason- leaving wet nose prints against it. She spun around when she heard several whimpering sounds behind her and found herself face to face with four other identical looking puppy girls in the pet store window with her. She was part of a litter she realized watching her clones barking and jumping all over each other as she sat back and watched unknowingly wagging her tail behind her. “Hewo?” She said uncertainly. She hadn’t been sure if she was able to talk, but was relieved when the words came out, even if they sounded a bit weird. Her tongue was larger than what she was used to and it wanted to simply hang out her mouth. Her clones quickly turned their heads, tongues out and panting while their tails wagged happily behind them. “Play with us!” One of them said as the others chanted their agreement and resumed their rough housing. One girl was chewing on the end of another’s shirt while trying to wrestle it off the others head as her face shook back and forth. Suddenly everyone stopped playing as a large shadow was cast down over the cage as a man peeked his head in the window. He was huge; Jen thought until she realized it was just her that was quite small. Her body trembled as she backed up against the far side of the cage in the corner away from the giant. He seemed to be preoccupied though watching the two that had been fighting over their shirt. The man came inside the store and pointed them out to the clerk working there. With a jingling of keys Jen was surprised she could hear, he opened the cage and plucked the two out with each hand before handing them to the man and closing the door behind him. And then it was just three of them. One of the girls whimpered and pawed at the glass with her hands when the man disappeared with the two of them. Jen frowned watching her clone pitifully cry at the others sudden disappearance, but soon continued playing and chasing her tail in a circle. Jen decided to find a corner to sit in and watch what would happen. This must be where the master finds her she realized. She guessed all she had to do was wait her turn to be adopted, but soon the other two were chosen leaving her and just one other. “You have to look cute if you want to get chosen.” Her clone said surprising Jen. She wasn’t aware the others were capable of such thought considering they had stood in a line sniffing each other’s butts through their shorts just moments ago. Maybe she had a point, lots of people had come and stared through the window while the others played and she sat by herself in the corner. Jen decided to take her advice for the new crowd that came, but was distracted when a new problem arose. “Umm, so what do you do if you gotta, umm, go? Do I just call for the store owner and ask for the bathroom or…?” Jen asked as the other puppy cocked her head to the side. She knew lots of games had the use of bodily functions to make the games more realistic, but she had never been in one before. She certainly hadn’t wanted to discover this was one of those games while trapped in a cage with no toilet. “You’re standing on it.” The other version of herself said scratching her face with her foot. Jen looked down and frowned when she realized she was standing on a pile of newspapers barefoot. She quickly hopped off and frowned thinking she had probably just been standing in pee before realization dawned on her. Wait… was she expected to go on the newspapers? In front of all these people watching? “I’ll hold it.” She replied. Jen’s mouth nearly dropped when the other simply shrugged before walking over, shimmied her shorts down and squatted over the newspaper in front of the crowd of on-lookers as if it was no big deal. Jen crossed her legs as the tinkling sound echoed throughout the cage as the smell of fresh urine assaulted her nose. How could she just go like that? She wondered as she blushed with embarrassment before sitting in a corner to pass the time. Before long her need had intensified greatly to the point she had to be constantly shifting in order to hold it. She had finally made up her mind to go just as soon as the crowd of people dwindled. But as soon as one person left, it seemed as though another two quickly took their place. Jen unintentionally let out a whimper as she clutched herself. Time seemed to be greatly sped up in this world. It felt like she had been in here for hours, but in reality she had probably only been here for half of one. Suddenly she felt arms wrapped around her waist and haul her into the air as she was suddenly met with an excited girls eager face before being smooshed forcibly into her chest. She gasped as she felt her lower half growing warm and wet, but her arms were pinned to the side. “Eww!” The little girl shouted holding Jen at arms length away as she continued to pee herself as the liquid dripped down her legs onto the tiled floor beneath her. Jen’s face burned red as the little girl continued making a commotion. “It peed on me!” “You don’t want that one, honey, it’s not paper trained. Put it back and get the other one.” The man next to her said as the girl quickly tossed her back in the cage before selecting the other one and leaving her behind. “You should have used the paper.” The last of her clones called out to her as she was left alone and wet inside the cage. ……………………………………………………….. She didn’t know how much time had passed that she sat alone shivering on display in the pet store. It reminded her of the first line of a book her dad used to read her as a kid. I was the saddest dog you could ever see. Sad ‘cause no one wanted me. The pet shop window was my jail, the sign behind me said, “For Sale.” “I’ll take her.” A voice said from behind her as another pair of arms picked her up and cradled her more gently than the girl before had. His green eyes shone brightly as Jen felt her tongue hanging out the front of her mouth no matter how hard she tried to pull it back in. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she realized it was the young man from the advertisement. Now here he was gently holding her up to his chest. Her thin tail wagged violently back and forth uncontrollably as he held her up at eye level while she took in the sweet aroma of his cologne. He was everything she had imagined he would be: kind, gentle and caring. He gently petted and ruffled her hair with his hand as she wrapped her arms around him and tried to resist the bizarre urge to lick his face. “Are you sure you want that one?” The store clerk asked before adding after a second of thought, “She seems a bit…off.” Jen was surprised when a deep growl escaped her lips. “We have lots of other animals, both regular and anthro, to choose from.” “No, she’s perfect! Yes you are, yes you are!” He said scratching under Jen’s chin as her head instinctively rolled back to allow him more access. Was it the games doing, or did it really feel this good to have her chin scratched? Her smile faltered though when she saw him pause and sniff the air. “I think someone needs a bath though.” He looked her up and down taking in her wet clothes and skin as she hung her head and whimpered. Her long copper spotted ears fell forward as her eyes fell down to the floor. “Dumb dog peed herself earlier right on the floor.” The clerk said sounding more than annoyed that he had to clean it up. “And here anthros are supposed to be more intelligent than regular dogs.” Jen growled again. It wasn’t her fault that little girl from earlier had squeezed her so hard. “There’s newspapers in there and everything.” The clerk continued. “Maybe she’s just to young to understand. I’m sure she doesn’t enjoy being wet and cold so maybe she’ll catch on quick. I’ll just have to work on it with her.” He said patting her head before setting her in an empty cart. “Now what should I call you?” Jen was a little taken aback when the world around her stood still when he asked that. Other people were completely frozen mid step as if time had stopped she noticed as she looked around feeling a bit confused. An in game message soon appeared asking if she wanted to be called by her avatar name or something different. She thought about it for a moment going back and forth in her mind. Jen didn’t really seem like a very good name for a dog, so she typed Jenny into the prompt before the world returned too normal just as quickly as it had stopped. “Hmm, how about Jenny?” He said pushing the cart around the store acting as if nothing had happened. “You look like a Jenny to me.” The clerk walked them around the store pointing out everything he would need to buy in order to own a pet anthropoid dog while Jenny quietly sat in the basket. Her eyes lit up when he put a Frisbee along with a few chew toys in the basket with her. She found it took a surprising amount of will power not to stick them in her mouth right then and there. Next came dog food, new clothes, and to Jenny’s disappointment, puppy training pads. He wasn’t really going to make her use those, was he? “You know some anthros can even be trained to use the toilet.” The clerk said. “Oh, really?” Her future owner said sounding bit surprised as he stared at the pads in the basket and then at her. “Do you think I should put these back?” “She’s quite a ways from that point. You should still get them.” The clerk said talking over her meek, “yes.” Jen looked up when the basket came to a stop in front of a bin of different colored collars. Her eyes grew wide with excitement. This was what she had been waiting for. She had imagined being on the end of his leash so many times and now her fantasy was finally coming true. She watched eagerly as he dug through the bin looking for one while occasionally holding up one for Jen to see. They were all kind of plain and boring she though until she saw something shiny towards the bottom as she eagerly pointed to it. “Hm?” He asked trying to see what she was pointing at. “Oh, this one?” Jen nodded her head as he smiled and set it in the basket. She held the purple bedazzled collar in her hand as he pushed the cart to the register and began unloading his purchases. “Sorry, I need that.” He said smiling apologetically as he set it on the counter. Jen frowned as she watched the puppy pads get scanned, bagged and set next to her. He would let her use the bathroom once he figured out she could, right? The only things that had really changed about her were her ears, nose, tongue and the fact that she now had a tail that seemed to have a mind of its own. Well, that and there was also the strange desire to stick her nose and sniff this man in inappropriate places. Other than that though it seemed the rest of her was the same. When he had finally paid for everything and they stepped outside, Jen got a full taste of just how much her senses had changed. There were so many different smells that assaulted her nose all at once; it was almost overwhelming. So many trees and bushes nearby gave off peculiar scents. It wasn’t just her sense of smell that had been altered but also her hearing as well. She could swear up and down she could hear people talking from all the way across the huge parking lot as if they were standing just a few feet away. “Are you going to be a good girl if I set you down?” He asked. Jen nodded her head as he smiled before picking her up out of the basket and setting her down on her bare feet on the pavement beside him. Her eyes widened in surprise, she knew she was smaller now, but she hadn’t realized she had shrunk this much until she stood besides him and only came up to his waist. She felt like a small child standing next to her daddy, but she guessed that’s how the game was supposed to make you feel. She was only a puppy they had said. He dug through the basket for a bit before pulling out the collar before kneeling down until he was at eye level with her. She smiled shyly as her heart beat in her chest with excitement. He gently wrapped it around her neck before cinching it up so that it fit snugly around her neck, but wasn’t too tight. He stuck two of his fingers in the band just to make sure it was comfortable enough for her. Jen reached up and touched the collar with her hands smiling as she did so. So this was what it felt like to be masters pet. Next he attached a leash to her and held it in his hand. “Sorry, you have to be on a leash at all times outside unless you have a work dog permit.” “It’s okay.” She said shyly. “Oh, so you can talk.” He said grinning widely. “I thought you might have been too young. I guess you’re just shy is all.” He lightly rubbed her head before bending down again and tried tugging down her shorts. “S-stop!” Jen yelled backing up as much as she could before feeling the leash pull her back. “But I need to get you out of those wet clothes, it’s okay. I’m not going to do anything weird.” He explained as she bit her lip anxiously. “Not out here.” She mumbled but he had already begun tugging her wet shorts down. “Go on and step out.” He said calmly as he pulled out a few wet wipes as she whimpered in embarrassment. “That’s it, good girl. Do you want to try going to the bathroom before I get you cleaned up?” Bathroom? He was going to take her to the bathroom? Now was her chance to prove to him she could use a toilet, and now that he had brought it to her attention, she did have to pee a bit ever since she had stepped outside. She slowly nodded her head. “Good girl, let’s go.” He said leading her by the leash as she slowly hobbled along trying to use her shirt to cover her lower half. Her face fell when he stopped in front of a patch of grass. She just stood there looking up at him like he was crazy. “Go on, didn’t you say you had to go?” “Not here.” She mumbled shyly. “Oh, right, well, how about you lead and I follow?” He asked thinking that she wanted to sniff around a bit first before finding the perfect spot to do her business. Dogs were funny that way after all. She thought about it for a second before nodding her head in agreement as she tried to walk back into the store and find the bathroom, but was suddenly stopped by the leash. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked with a smile while gently pulling her back. “Bathroom.” She mumbled pointing back towards the store. For some reason she couldn’t quite get many words out, or really say more than one word at a time for that matter. “This is your bathroom now.” He said gesturing to the outside vegetation as she looked up at him with a frown. I’ll hold it. “I’m fine.” She said in defeat. He seemed disappointed in that answer, but shrugged his shoulders while retrieving something from one of the bags. She could hear the rustling plastic as she tried to peek at what he was getting. I hope it’s a chew toy. She was disappointed again when he pulled out a puppy pad and set it down on the front seat. “How about I take you to your new home?” He asked picking her up as if she were weightless and setting her in the front seat on the pad. “Why?” Was all she managed to get out while poking at it with her finger. “Just in case is all. You seem a bit confused with where you can and can’t go. You were also a bit unsure of whether you had to go.” He said while doing her seatbelt for her. “Don’t want you to get my car seat wet if you have an accident on the way home.” “I won’t.” She said confidently before he closed her door and got in the other side. …………………. Jen never knew a simple car ride could be so fun! She moved her head back and forth while staring out the closed window as everything whooshed by. She had long given up on trying to keep her tongue in her mouth as she panted happily as she watched the world go by. A quarter of the way through the ride her master had even opened the window for her so she could stick her head out and feel the breeze in her face. She raised herself off the seat as much as she could and tried to stick as much of herself as she could out the window. She was having so much fun she hadn’t even noticed what was happening down below. “Hey, hey! You’re leaking! Sit back down on the pad.” He said putting a hand on her shoulder and forcefully, but not painfully, pushed her back down on the seat. Her face turned bright red with embarrassment as she realized in all her excitement she had dribbled a bit down her legs. “I’m sorry!” she cried feeling mortified with herself. Had she really just gotten so excited over a car ride that she had wet herself a little? Just…just like a dog… He rolled the window back up as she hung her head in shame. She got a better smell of the car now that her senses weren’t being overwhelmed, and she had to say, something smelled good. Really good in fact and something deep inside herself wanted to make it hers. She sniffed the air trying to find its location. “Watcha smell?” He asked. “Pine?” She said feeling confused as she looked out the window. There were no pine trees around here. Finally she looked down and discovered the source. It was the pad she was sitting on. “It’s this.” “Oh, they must be scented to make puppies want to use them.” He explained. Almost as if on cue she felt her bladder suddenly give a jolt. Was the smell making her have to pee so suddenly? She kind of had to go when she got in the car, but nowhere at this level. It was as if her body wanted her to pee on the pad just as he had said. This is what dogs must go through when they mark their territory she realized. No way, she had more control of herself than that. “Are you okay?” He asked when she had suddenly gotten very still. “You’re not getting car sick are you?” “No.” She said quietly jamming her legs together as a small whimper escaped her mouth. “What’s the matter?” “Bathroom.” “Why didn’t you go when I offered?” He asked with a sigh. “Not bathroom.” She said. “Toilet.” His eyes widened in realization. She was trying to go to the bathrooms inside the store. “You’re toilet trained?” He asked surprised as she nodded her head. “I thought when you were trying to go back to the store you were trying to get to the newspapers because the clerk mentioned that was supposed to be your bathroom. I’m sorry. I’ll let you use the toilet when we get home.” “Thank you.” She mumbled as she lightly squirmed in the seat. The once fun drive now felt like torture, not to mention they had managed to get every light red so far. He stole glances at her as she rocked back and forth while clutching herself. She whimpered unintentionally every time she felt little bits leak out between her legs. Once they had pulled up to yet another red light, he asked her if she wanted to hop out and just go on the street, but she refused. “You’re quite timid, aren’t you?” He asked before fingering the thickness of the pad she was sitting on. Could it save his seat if she couldn’t make it? By the looks of things she wasn’t going to. “Jenny, I know you don’t want to, but you can always just go on the mat you’re sitting on. That’s what it’s there for.” He said. “Not toilet.” Jen said as she continued her struggle. His offer was so tempting. Her master had just told her it was ok to just empty herself right then and there plus the smell of the pad still called to her. “But it is.” He said. “They’re portable pads for puppies, and what are you?” “A puppy.” She mumbled feeling her desire to hold it slowly ebb away. “There will be lot’s of other times to prove to me that you can use a toilet. It’s okay if you want to let your animal side win.” He said. He reached an arm over and gently rubbed her back. The moment she felt his touch her body relaxed against her will and she slowly began to leak onto the pad, before giving up and allowing her body to relieve itself. “That’s a good girl.” He said softly while continuing to rub her back as she sighed in contentment as a single thought flashed through her mind. Mine.
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