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    From the album: Off-Limits!

    9 points
  2. Hi guys! I’m back with another desperation and wetting story. This one happened quite recently about a week or so ago, so let’s jump into it! First of all I would like to apologize for my lack of content over the past few months, I’m a university student now and this period is really hectic with lots of things to do, my schedule is filled everyday and I have no time for omorashi. However the things I need to do are getting lesser day by day so hopefully I can find myself more time to indulge in omo and share my experiences with you guys. This happened a week ago. My schedule was really packed that day with lectures in the morning and afternoon. I woke up in the morning with a relatively full bladder; my roommate was done using the bathroom and I went in to relieve myself of a whole night’s worth of pee. After that I got dressed with black panties and black leggings, as well as a skirt on top of that all. I put on a bra and a matching shirt and proceeded to pack the stuff I need to get through the day. I packed my large bottle as well so I could get through the day while staying hydrated. Short description paragraph for those of you that may have forgotten my image: I’m 19 years of age, standing in at a petite height of 5’2 and weighing about 100 pounds (I really need to eat more). My bladder size is smaller than average so I fill up faster than most people. Blessing in disguise I guess? Back to the story. I had lessons all the way until 12pm, followed by a short lunch break of 30 minutes and another 2 and a half hour lecture. For unknown reasons I was really thirsty that morning and finished my whole bottle of water even before lunch break, which is about 50 oz. I got through the morning without much needing to pee despite that. By the time it was lunch break my need was only at a 3/10, nothing significant enough to worry about. The queue to get food was longer than usual, meaning I had no spare time to rest, let alone visit the bathroom and pee. I finished my food and drink in 10 minutes, then I refilled my 50 oz bottle in the cafe for the afternoon. It was already 5 minutes before the start of the lecture and I certainly did not want to be late. My friend bought me starbucks which I happily accepted, and went in the lecture hall. My need at that point was only a 3.5 or 4 out of 10 so peeing was not on my mind. In hindsight I had a lot of liquids in my system already. There was 50 oz from my bottle, around 10 more from the drinks I had during lunch, and 16 more in the starbucks. Although I did not feel it yet, they were certainly going to make themselves known by me. My small bladder is about to get punished harshly 🙂 About an hour into the lecture I was starting to get bored, when my needs got more prominent. The need to pee at that point was at a 5 and I was starting to notice the effects of so much liquids that I consumed prior to that. I thought it was no big deal at that point as I could definitely hold it through the whole 2 hours, I have been in a similar situation of feeling the need to pee just after the lesson started. I put no thought to it and continued listening to the professor. An hour and a half into it and I was really starting to feel the effect of my bladder. My need has increased to a solid 6 and I was seriously doubting if I could make it out of the lecture comfortably. At this point I was being very optimistic to make it to the bathroom after the lecture with dry panties. I was certainly not planning on doing a hold that day but I got careless and ended up like this. I think my bladder was out of shape from a few months of not holding, so with the lack of practice naturally it can’t hold that much. I was starting to get fidgety in my seat from the need so I crossed my right leg over my left and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to subdue the urge. With half an hour to go my need has increased substantially to a 7.5, occasionally spiking to an 8. I was getting very fidgety and squirmy in my seat as I try to hold back the fluids in me from leaking out. My movements that point to hold it in was more frequent, squirming back and forth in my seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, bouncing knees and trying to grab my pee hole from my butt so it’s not that obvious. My friend sitting next to me who knows about my fetish noticed and asked me “Hey Kayla what’s wrong? You look like you are shaking all over” “Oh nothing’s wrong I’m just.. I’m just a little cold” I stuttered a reply while trying not to give away my need of the bathroom. “Do you need to pee?” She asked, having seen my tell-tale signs of desperation too often. I told her maybe just a little quietly and she gave me a naughty look, asking me to hold on. The lecture was finally over, but my need has further increased to a 9/10. After hearing that we are dismissed I was overjoyed that I can make a mad dash to the bathroom in my room; relief was near and I can avoid an embarrassing accident. I stood up after packing my stuff into my bag, which caused my bladder to contract. That movement released some pee into my panties, which I instinctively crossed my legs tightly and jammed a hand into my crotch to hold it in for a little longer, simultaneously dropping back into the seat to remain discreet. My friend gave me a weird look as she wished me good luck holding it back to my room. I began the walk back to my room where the bathroom was(my room had a bathroom which I shared with my roommate), peeing was my top priority now as I wanted to avoid an embarrassing accident. Fortunately for me my room was quite close to the lecture hall. I walked towards it with a full bladder while pausing occasionally to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to avoid losing control. I made it to the room without leaks except that first one which made my panties damp, and was surprised to see the door unlocked. My roommate was in the room for some reason unknown to me at that point, my need has increased to a straight 10 as relief was so near. I threw my stuff on the floor and dashed to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. I was horrified as I found myself locked out of relief. With legs crossed, a hand in crotch and bent over from desperation, I called out “Hey Daniella are you in there” while frantically trying to push the door open. My roommate told me she’s having a stomachache. “Please Daniella could you hurry up I’m literally about to piss myself here” I replied while pee dancing on the spot. My bladder opened up again as another leak came, this time bigger than the previous. I stuffed both hands into my crotch, grabbing my pee hole to stop the flow, but the wet spot was bigger. Lifting up my skirt to examine it I found the wet spot to be as big as a tennis ball on my leggings between my legs. After that my roommate told me to look for another bathroom if I was that desperate as she was going to need a while. With no choice I went on to look for another bathroom to pee. My bladder was absolutely screaming for me to empty her now, and leaked again. I felt my fingers in my crotch dampen as I squeezed my muscles back harder. I really could not hold it anymore and had to pee as soon as possible. I had to walk in such a way that there was constant pressure on my pee hole, so my need could be reduced ever so slightly. The downside is that I had to walk slower, and it looked like a waddle which would be embarrassing when people saw me. Finally I got to the next bathroom on campus, but was horrified to see a long line of about 10 girls! I was certain I could not hold that long so I had to look for another bathroom on level 2. As I was climbing the stairs I leaked again, and again, and again despite that hand on my pee hole. I leaked so much that the wet spot extended way past my butt and was starting to show up on the front, lucky for me I had the skirt to cover up a portion of it. I finally got to the bathroom but there were still 3 girls in line! Having no choice I joined the queue while pee dancing on the spot, with tightly crossed legs and bouncing around. The next leak told me I could not hold it anymore. All of my pride thrown aside, I walked up to the girl next in line, with a hand in my crotch I said “Please sorry I’m about to piss myself I can’t hold it anymore may I please please go in front of you” while turning bright red. She stared at me awkwardly but eventually agreed. My need increased tenfold, with relief being so near, but finally it happened. I heard a flushing sound and that was my bladder’s cue for relief. No matter what I did, the pee contained inside came gushing out. It was not a leak, not a dribble, but a total loss of control. I was peeing myself, standing next in line, the piss inside me came out full force with a hissing sound. It streamed down my leggings front and back, soaking my shoes and pooling around my legs. The girl in the bathroom came out, along with the 3 girls behind me in the queue, and watched me while I wet myself. I was humiliated but the relief felt amazing. After that I apologized profusely and went back to my room to have a shower and a change of pants and got along with my day. My roommate Daniella stared at my glistening wet pants and was quite compassionate about it, she helped me wash up. My friend saw a change of pants and assumed something too 😉 So that was my story! In the future I will have more time so hopefully I can spend more time doing holds. Stay tuned! Kayla
    6 points
  3. ❤️ Hi all! ❤️ I've got quite a bit of free time today until the evening, so I figured with this one i'd share a story that involves me, my gf Libby, and a trip we took to Kings Island. One day while I was sitting with Libby in our living room watching Dr. Who we got to talking about amusements parks and the ones that we had been to. With where I am located Kings Island is the closest big park to me, so that's the one i've gone to the most amount of times. I've ridden everything that is available there, and even some rides that no longer exist! "Kings Island is so much fun!" "Well I wouldn't know, i've never been" This BITCH "What? HOW?" "I just never had a desire to go. My standard for parks is very high thanks to Cedar Point" "I don't care, we're going" Almost immediately after our convo ended I got started planning our trip to Kings Island. I wanted to make sure that this trip was super great for her, so I booked us a two night stay at the Kings Islands resort. This would give us plenty of time to enjoy both the water park, and the theme park. Fast forward two more months and we were on our way to the resort. We got up there and went to our room. It was a fairly large room despite the fact that it only had one bed. As we were both laying in bed we started to think about how we were going to enjoy this trip. "What do you wanna do first?" "I don't care Clem. I'm fine with whatever" "Okay. Uhh how about the theme park tomorrow, and then the water park on the last day?" "Honestly I was hoping you'd say that. This'll give me the chance to judge the quality of rides here, not to mention water parks aren't big for me" "Great! And believe me, after tomorrow your view on Kings Island will be good" We got comfortable and went to bed a little bit after that. We woke up pretty early in the morning to get ready for our day in the park. It was going to be pretty hot that day, so I brought a fairly basic T-shirt and shorts with me. Libby was wearing a tank top and shorts. We both wear the same size pants/shorts, so she was borrowing a pair of mine for the day. We got to the park and grabbed a map. Geez the parks really crammed today. Wonder what's the occasion The overabundance of park goers made a lot of the lines REALLY long. We considered buying fast passes, but quickly disregarded it. Once lunch time rolled around we had only been able to get on three rides. Banshee, Invertigo, and Mystic Timbers. Once we got off Mystic Timbers I was really thirsty. "Hey, let's go get some drinks. I'm parched" "Same" We walked up to the food stand and bought two souvenir cups. The souvenir cups are at a bit of a premium, however unlike other drink options the souvenir cups get free refills for the rest of the day. After buying a souvenir cup I quickly downed some Dr. Pepper and then began sipping on some water. Libby enjoyed some Sprite. "Alright. Now I think we'll go ride the Beast" Fuck yeah The Beast is one of my favorite rides in the entire park. It's a vintage wooden coaster that has a ride time longer than four minutes. It's super fast, and goes through a bunch of forest terrain. It's what i'd imagine if I was an actual Beast going on a rampage through a forest. We took the scenic walk to the back of the park and noticed the really long line. "Geez, that's such a long line Clem" "Believe me, it's worth the wait. This rides one to die for" We got in line and began the long wait. Once we had gotten past the queue entrance I noticed that I had started to get a very slight need to pee. It wasn't super bad, and we had already waited fifteen minutes just to get pass the queue entrance, so I just held on and waited to get on the ride. One hour passes and we hadn't moved that far into the queue. My need was starting to get very noticeable at this time. I've waited over an hour to get on this ride. I'm going to wait After another hour of waiting I could see the loading bay. My need to go had gotten very bad at this point. It was taking a lot of willpower to not start fidgeting in front of a bunch of strangers and Libby. Damn I really shouldn't have had all that to drink before getting into this wait... ...I think i'm okay After waiting another thirty minutes I couldn't stop fidgeting to myself. I'm pretty sure Libby caught on to what was going on, because her eyes were constantly glued to me for the rest of the wait. After waiting for so long we finally got into our train for the ride. While I was waiting for the ride to begin one of the employees came by and pushed my lap restraint down really hard onto me. FUCK! Having that big bar push onto me made me leak a little bit into my shorts. It wasn't a whole lot, but it was enough for me to know I may not make it through this ride. For once in my life I was actually annoyed at how bumpy the old coaster was. While going through the tunnels and hills I felt little bits of pee escape me and soak up into my panties. After four minutes of bumps and shakes we got off the ride. Despite the situation I was in the ride was still worth the wait. I bolted past the photo booth and ran to the closest bathroom I could find. In the haze of all the people in the park I found what I was looking for. God DAMMIT! The line for the women's bathroom was very large. At this point I had considered taking my chances with another bathroom somewhere in the park, but they were all probably going to be just like this. I bit my lower lip and walked to stand in line. Shortly after entering the line Libby walked up to me. "Gotta go potty?" "DON'T SAY THAT!" "Sorry haha" The line moved very slowly, and at this point my thighs may as well have been super glued together. The women in front of me even gave me her spot in line. "I gotta go, but sugar you look like you're about to pop" Don't remind me... After waiting about another fifteen minutes I could barely move. I kept making very small baby steps every time the line moved me closer to my goal. FUUUUUUUCK!!! I lost a big leak while standing in line. Now both of my hands were fused with my crotch to try and stop the leak. After standing there, shaking and breathing really heavily, I got the leak to stop. I didn't have much time left. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEAAASE HURRY UP!!! After a couple more minutes, and a few more leaks, I was finally in the bathroom. With some inhuman speed I rushed to the stall in the very back and shut the door behind me. As I was getting out of my shorts My bladder couldn't wait anymore and squeezed itself REALLY hard. FUCK. NO!!! I lost a huge spurt into my shorts, big enough to leave a very noticeable wet spot on the front and back of them. At this point I had given up holding it all in. I quickly unbuttoned my shorts, and sat down on the toilet and gasped as it all came rushing out. The relief I felt was beyond orgasmic for me. It was taking a lot out of me to not moan as I peed into the toilet. After waiting for so many hours I was finally able to relax my body and address my need. After a few more minutes I was happily empty, but now I was alerted to a big issue. My shorts had taken some damage from my poor choices, and had a large wet spot that was noticeable from the front and back of them. I was getting extremely embarrassed looking at the wet spot. I can't go out there like this! This is horrible I figured I'd just wait for the spot to dry up. After a couple of minutes Libby texted me. "Hey are you okay? You've been in there awhile" "No, i'm not. I lost a lot in my shorts and there's a huge wet spot on them" "I'm sure it can't be THAT bad. Right?" I sent her a picture of the wet spot. "Oh shit. That's super noticeable, and cute ❤️" "Libby nows not the time for that. I'm freaking out!" "Well whats the next step?" I sat there thinking about that question for a few minutes. Out of nowhere a thought came into my mind. "Libby. I need to ask for a HUGE favor" "Sure Clem. What's up?" "Can you come in here and switch shorts with me? I REALLY cannot go out there with these on" "Standing in line. I'll be there soon" Holy shit. That actually worked After waiting for about ten minutes Libby got into the bathroom. I told her to knock on the stall door nine consecutive times so that way I could tell it was her. I opened the stall door and pulled her in. I hugged her and started to tear up a bit. "Libby you have no idea how much I appreciate this. You're the best!" "Clem it's fine. I've full blown peed myself in public before. This is amateur stuff" We exchanged shorts, and exited from the bathroom. Despite the fact that I was now in dry shorts my panties were still soaked with pee, and it was still a very embarrassing situation. My gf was wearing shorts with a wet spot on them. People were going to see it and say rude remarks to her. Libby was used to the public attention, but I didn't know what was going to happen being around this many people. Surprisingly no one said anything to her for the rest of the day. We enjoyed the rest of our day with the rest of the rides that were available, and even after an hour or two the wet spot had dried up, so Libby looked normal. Despite Libbys high standards for theme parks she really enjoyed the rides at Kings Island. She even enjoyed the water park! Hope you guys enjoyed this one! Just like the previous ones any constructive criticism is appreciated. I'm always looking to improve my writing. ❤️ Thanks for reading ❤️
    5 points
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    Dixie is sick in bed trying to sleep off a bad illness. She wakes up and realizes that she has to pee. She tries to get up to go to the bathroom but the room is spinning and her head hurts very badly and she can't get up. She falls back onto the bed unable to stand and becoming more and more desperate to piss. She lays there thinking maybe if she ignores it she can fall back asleep and it will go away, but it's no use, she's becoming very desperate to pee. Finally she realizes there is no other option but to just piss herself in the bed. She can't get up and can't hold it any longer and finally she wets herself and makes a big puddle in the bed. Humiliated and wet, she swigs a mouthful of cold medicine to help her fall back asleep and rolls over to try to sleep in her piss puddle.
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  5. 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.
    3 points
  6. Sorry for not updating the thread earlier, been ummm busy!! I'm glad to see a few replies on the topic! *gush* The wetting on Tuesday didn't turn out exactly as planned, but still surprising and interesting. The airport pickup was just before lunch so I went in to work for the morning and had extra coffees to ensure I would have plenty of 'pressure' haha I decided to go home before heading to the airport to get ready and also some towels just in case.. On way home I got held up at a traffic light and decided to do a little squirt, no going back now. (I ran an amber light, rules of one of my pee games) I get home and look up the flight, its still delayed 45 mins, so I start wondering around the freezing cold house just about ready to explode. Seldom do I have involuntary accidents but it was getting very difficult to keep my composure. Just before I was leaving home, I simply couldn’t stand still any more and decided to relieve some pressure, wasting a little pee in the bathroom. I unzipped and did a few gushes while trying to stop the flow after a second or two each time. After about 4-5 fierce gushes in to the shower I still couldn’t stop spurting! I even tried zipping up my pants to override my body/brain but after a few moments I accidentally leaked a long streak down the front of one leg which made much too obvious a tell-tale piss patch so had to swap in to another freshly washed pair of blue jeans. I went back and updated the flight web-page and it was now reporting a delay of only 25 minutes. With the time wasted on the first pair of jeans and the flight catching up I was now going to struggle to get to the gate in time. My pee urgency was almost completely gone so I grabbed a large bottle of water and rushed to the airport, which is only a short drive away. Due to the construction going on at the airport I had to park a very long way away. This incurred an extra 5-7 minute walk to the building. I finished all my water and started going through security. I started getting a couple of texts from the missus, as she was now on the ground. Unfortunately, she was already downstairs at the baggage carousel, so my original mission to be ready and waiting at the gate had failed. Oh well, I can still try and do the wetting!! I head down to meet her and before I get all the way there I can see she is standing in a crowd of a hundred or so people already at the baggage area. She hasn't seen me yet so I stand still nervously and try to do some naughty gushes, but really I am chickening out at this point. I was hoping to do the wet in private so that I could be very cautious that it wasn't to big or overly drippy etc. (In hindsight I could have went in to somewhere private like a toilet at this point. Ooops!) I meet with her and its great to be together again after a couple of weeks apart. I have some minor wetness but with these thick jeans it really doesn't show. We have only a mere 5-6 feet of privacy at this point, but most people are just mindlessly standing staring at the idle baggage belt conveyor waiting for something, anything to arrive. No bags arrive for a few minutes so I try to just stand there and gush but its hard to know how good a job I'm doing while people are everywhere!! She knows what I'm up to but can't really have much of a look. I tried to ask her if shes had any little accidents on the flight but seems that she is essentially dry. The missus isn't really in to pee, but she doesn't want this to be a let down! So kindly demands a bottle of water while she waits, so I dutifully go and find a drink machine which sells water. While trying to negotiate the screen, buttons and which number was which, I was bending down/squatting down a bit and decided to try and ... well be naughty! I do some nice warm little tinkles which I can feel against my skin, some of it running down my leg. I get the drink out of the machine and take a seat nearby on a vacant bench chair. With a few dozen people in ear-shot I try to compose myself and stare in to the distance. Holding still and not trying to be too obvious I relax and feel the front of my pants warm up from the first good and sexy wee that makes me feel really great. I've finally done a very public gush. There are a few people milling about a little closer and I start to feel a desperately conspicuous so I fumble with my bag and head back to the carousel. I give her the bottle and a subtle nod that I have been 'good' haha. There are security folks wandering around, one with a sniffer dog and my heart rate was through the roof at this point, I thought to myself I have gone too far this time!! I somehow relax and my self conscious settles down as the bags finally arrive and the security seemingly pays no attention to us. During the walk out the building I now start squirting more in earnest and when we are nearly outside I turn and flick my shirt up a little bit to have a sneak peak. I can see myself in the reflection of the glass doors and there is a longish football sized wet area running down the front and slightly down between the legs, owing to the fact most of the pee was done standing up. Its not too obvious with my shirt pulled down.She gives a wry smile and is amused that I have gone through with the naughtiness! There was a few middle aged guys at a small beer bar near that door, I think they might have noticed me. We take a few moments to relax outside and I sit on another bench and start peeing in my jeans. She wants to remain standing and while in front of me she does a good gush which dampens her crotch area, about the size of a baseball. Impressed with each others efforts we continue walking out to the car. On the way I can't help myself and continue to gush hot pee in my nice work jeans. I continually have to carefully adjust throbbing erection as its pitching a tall wet tent. The wetness now stretches down just above my knees by the time we get to my car. Every time a car drove past us I added some more wetness, mmm I guess I was hoping to be noticed by that point! We load the bags in the car and cuddle and she does a little more pee in her dark blue jeans too. We hop in the car and drive home. On the way she gives me little rubs and I warm up the front of my pants again. As soon as we get home we close the garage door and stand in the garage and enjoy a nice warm wetting while groping each other. I am incredibly turned on at this point and although I was going to shag her on the spot, I ended up just simply bending her over the front wheel arch and pissing in my jeans and soaking both our jeans and her butt at the same time. I started rubbing myself vigorously against her butt and exploded with cum in my pants, she turned around and groped me while I was pulsating and seemingly made me cum even stronger which was a very unusual and welcome surprise! I just about passed out from that second orgasm! We undressed out of our soaked things and carried her bags inside the house semi-naked. It was a fun night, perhaps a story for another time I hope you enjoyed reading my account, I really enjoyed getting that off my chest. Now sitting at my desk in wet shorts, oops! If anyone has any questions let me know...
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    Video I found on VK of a cute young girl peeing in her gray tights.
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    Includes the complete collection chapters 1-28 full English translation, scans are an average resolution of 1200x1800 Description: Shouta Oone was feeling that his daily school life had become dull. In the midst of his boredom, he coincidentally ends up learning the outrageous secret of his classmate, Ichigo Otohime! This is a bittersweet youth story, adorned with a secret that mustn't be leaked!
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  9. Warning: This chapter includes a reference to bullying in high school that involves omorashi. CHAPTER 1 Ryu knew she had a bad habit, she understood normal people didn't do what she enjoyed but she couldn't help it. Every time she felt the urge to pee she ignored it and kept going until it became unbearable and she leaked a bit. It's not as if she had many friends who would notice her strange behavior or call her out on the loose clothes she always used for confort and to hide her distended bladder anyway. Yet she yearned for more, more strength, more endurance, more capacity. By the middle of the semester she had lost track on how many times she had found herself in class crossing her legs and wishing she had not forgotten her morning pee. She guessed it came from her time in high school. She had never been popular, her sickly pale skin and wild black hair did not contribute at all, neither did her bonny and skinny constitution. So because all the pretty mean girls saw the bathroom as a safe heaven she learned to avoid it like the plague, going full school days without stepping on it. Of course the kink if she dared to call it so had begun a Tuesday where one of those girls had noticed her squirming and decided that she and her goons would do anything in their power to stop her from going to the bathroom, as if she wasn't trying to do that herself. Somehow that memory had a weird warmth to it, it had been uncomfortable and cold sweat had formed in her back as she took notice of the girls blocking the exits at the end of class, one even decided to ad to her torture and buy her a cold can of tea that Ryu sipped frightfully hoping that somehow it fit in her already brimming full bladder. That last class had been torture, as she sat there legs crossed as hard as she could and a hand forgetting all about decorum as she pressed it against her pee hole with her skirt. She had rocked back and forth as the girls giggled and she had never felt hornier. Just the thought of loosing control in front of everyone and being teased for it made her pussy tingle with want, she was so tempted! In the end she had come on top and the girls lost intrest as she stood up and gathered her things as if she didn't have the bladder stuffed to full capacity and two minutes away from fully loosing control. She ended up peeing herself on the way home and then arriving to her thank fully empty house where she proceeded to rub herself raw trough her very soaked panties. Because history tends to repeat itself that spring day she had found herself in her third class of the afternoon struggling to keep the pee in and dutifully taking notes. She had of course noticed someone looking at her, he always looked away shyly when she caught him staring but those warm brown eyes always came back after a minute. If she remembered correctly his name was Leo, another fifth row enthusiast like her, although he was mostly surrounded with friends while on her end she only had her backpack for company. That in itself presented a problem, because as much as she would have liked to just wet herself in front of everyone in reality she couldn't even bring herself to hold herdelf with her hand, and all because Leo was watching her with a pleasant smile. Ryu was shy at heart and now that a cute guy was watching her she didn't want to ruin it just because her pesky bladder couldn't hold a few hours of pee. When the class ended she took her time gathering her papers reasoning that if she was going to the bathroom before it was time she better enjoy it a bit more. That way she wouldn't wet herself in her last class and hopefully avoid Leo from noticing anything was wrong. Yet it seemed the boy in question wasn't in a all for the plan, as when Ryu lifter her head he was there waiting for her and smiling. Looking at that smile she knew she was doomed.
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  10. So this is just a short little one-off I've been thinking of for a long time, and finally decided to sit down and write. Since I have other stories like this one, I figured I'd lump them together in a big thread. Whenever I have some random one-off idea, odds are it'll go here. Hope you enjoy! With a stretch and a yawn, Lina Altor rose from bed. Her back cracked, she yawned again, and with all the enthusiasm of a snail in a race, set about doing her morning stretches. A big part of her morning routine was also to (begrudgingly) do a set of push-ups and sit-ups, but one look at the inn’s dirty, stained floors was all the persuasion she needed not to. She was certain she’d happened upon the most seedy, vile inn in town. Lina was also confident she was the only person to have spent the night there that didn’t take a companion into their bedroom, if the shouts, moans, and floors creaking was any indication. It was still pretty early, much earlier than she normally awoke; but she was determined to leave this place and find a more… moral place to stay while she took up contracts in the Longmarch. Since she wouldn’t be coming back, she went ahead and put on her armor, since it was difficult to carry otherwise. Dark brown trousers covered her white underwear, and a green tunic covered her chest and arms. Over this went a simple iron breastplate; some small iron shoulderpads; leather gloves with iron plating; and some iron vambraces. All of this covered her dark, tanned skin and lean muscle. Lina knew that many female adventurers and mercenaries were fond of wearing more revealing clothing, or at least shaping their armor to emphasize their more feminine traits, but Lina’s armor was as simple and practical as armor came. Stopping by the mirror briefly to ensure that her long, wavy hair was not a mess, and that she was otherwise presentable, Lina left disgusting inn, feeling like she was holier woman just for stepping away from it. She was eager to spend her time in the more reputable areas of the town. ---------- Nevermind, they’re all crooks, Lina fumed inside her head, Thirteen silvers for breakfast?! Dejectedly, Lina opened up her coin pouch, the somber jingle of the scant few coins inside more than enough indication that it was outside her price range. “Short on coin, lass?” the tavernkeep asked, having also heard the sounds of poverty coming from her coin pouch. “Afraid so… ” She pulled out whatever she had inside. “I don’t suppose you could take this and put the rest on my tab?” She held out her hand, in which she held nine silvers. An angry growling from her stomach betrayed her hunger, which normally would’ve been a little embarrassing, but she could see some sympathy wash over the old man’s face when he heard it. “No tab necessary, lass.” He took the coins from her hand began fixing her a plate of basic foodstuffs, “But take my advice, you might wanna just wanna skip on over to the next town. Reckon any contracts here’ll be taken care of soon enough.” Lina had almost stopped listening, since the plate of food had stolen her attention, “Why’s that?” “Some famous hero just rolled into town. Rumor is she’s one of the most talented sorceresses in Esora,” He explained, setting the breakfast down in front of her. “Half the mercs skipped town when she got here, and I hear the Sentinel’s Guild is reserving any well-paying contracts for her.” “Wonderful… ” Lina groaned, rubbing her eyes. Pushing it out of her mind, and deciding to be thankful for small miracles, she tore into her breakfast. ---------- Lina could hardly see the white stone buildings and cobblestone roads through the throngs of people out and about. It didn’t take long before she caught on to what they were all talking about. “I heard Gleaming Maya killed a wyvern with one arrow!” A young boy shouted to his friends, much to their amazement. “She’s so gorgeous, she can’t walk ten feet without someone proposing!” A girl said, eliciting giggles from her friends. “She knows more about magic than anyone! My uncle told me that every king in the land tries to hire her as their court mage, but she always turns them down!” Some guy said to a large group of travelers. He was talking about this hero like she was already the town’s biggest tourist attraction. I’ve never heard of “Gleaming Maya”, Lina thought, trying to recall any tales about about this legendary hero. After a few more minutes of walking, a brilliant explosion snapped the young knight out of her reverie. Like fireworks, little arrows flew into the air before exploding into magical, glittery dust. After a second, the sparks and colors began rearranging themselves, and resolved into a mosaic-like depiction of a woman with a bow standing before an orc army, ready to trample her. A large audience was gathered around the light show, oooing and awwing at the display, but they gasped and went quiet at the visage of the lone hero facing down certain death. “But, as you may have guessed, this would not be the end of Gleaming Maya!” A young woman called out, evidently the sorceress performing the light show. Lina had no romantic interest in women, but even she had to admit that this woman was beautiful. Her skin, pale and without a single blemish, was lovingly shown off by her rather revealing attire. Her chest was covered only by a tight, blue garment that was only a little more fabric than just a bra. Likewise, her enchanting thighs were bared by her “pants”, which looked to Lina like nothing more than blue panties. From both of these articles, numerous gold bangles hung down, hypnotically swinging and swaying as the mage moved her body in rhythmic motions to keep the magic going. Her hair was the most perfect shade of golden-blonde Lina had ever seen, and her strikingly green eyes were easily visible, even from such a distance. “Indeed,” She continued with her story, “This would only be the beginning of one of my finest adventures!” Ah, Lina realized, So that’s Gleaming Maya in the flesh, huh? The floating sparkles shifted once again, and turned into a scene of Gleaming Maya vanquishing the warlord leading the orc army with only a single, brilliant arrow. “Seeing their leader fall, the orcs were shaken, and I used this opportunity to perform my favorite spell!” She sent up another magical arrow, and in a flash the scene had changed to a vista of orcs running in terror as Maya’s arrows landed on the ground, exploding into gigantic, calamitous fireballs. “The orcs had been driven back, but not defeated. With the city safe, I returned to the king, and said ‘Your majesty! That is twice now I have saved your kingdom from certain destruction! You must listen to me now, and rally your armies, or the orcs will surely be the death of you!’” The crowd cheered. Nothing excited the common people more than a king getting called an idiot. “With an army of knights at my back, I-” She was cut off by the sound of a horrifyingly deep growl, and several people screaming. All eyes looked to the road leading towards a nearby forest, from which a colossal wolf monster had emerged, and was bounding towards the crowd. Lina quickly drew her longsword, and ran to meet the beast. It moved at blinding speeds, and Lina could tell it would be upon the crowd before she could stop it. Could she even stop it? The creature was easily twice her height, and had a jaw that could snap her in half. Lina’s heart pounded with fear. The crowd devolved into a chorus of screaming, fleeing people, each trying to push through the impenetrably thick to get to safety. It had been so densely packed that now, in the chaos, nobody could properly move. At the very least, most of the people who’d been on the outskirts of the audience had pushed in enough to get out of the wolf’s immediate path. All save for one young woman, who’d fallen her butt, paralyzed with terror. A puddle was very rapidly spreading underneath her, soaking the back of her cream colored skirt. It spread around her in unpredictable directions, curving around the cobblestones below her. Pushing herself as hard as she could, Lina managed to reach the woman first, and positioned herself between her and the charging monster. It drew closer and closer, and Lina levelled her sword, preparing to strike. When it saw that it now had a challenger, the wolf howled so loudly it hurt her ears. “Everyone! Shield your eyes!” The familiar voice of Gleaming Maya commanded. Sparing a second to turn and look at the sorceress, Lina saw her floating in the air as if it were the simplest, most natural thing in the world. She held out her hand, and, beckoned from who-knows-where, a spectacular bow materialized from a green light. She quickly but powerfully drew back the string, willing into existence a gleaming green arrow. Letting it loose, it soared through the air at incredible speed, leaving a trail as it flew. Before the wolf even knew what hit it, it was vaporized and reduced to so many glittering sparks in the air. Lina just stood there dumbfounded. If this Gleaming Maya could do that, it was no wonder she was so respected here. “Are you all right, miss?” she heard Maya ask behind her, reminding her that there was a woman she was trying to protect behind her. Turning around, she saw Maya helping the terrified woman to her feet. The poor thing’s face was a mess of tears, and burning bright red. No one could judge her for having lost control of her bladder at a time like that, but she was clearly still humiliated. As the adrenaline rush of being charged by a monster, and then watching that monster explode wore off, the young lady quickly became the center of attention. A number of people snickered, some looked on in sympathy, and many averted their eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” Maya said, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder, “This kinda thing happens, but I’ve got a fix,” She waved her hand for a second, and then snapped her fingers. With a flash of light, the woman's skirt instantly dried, bearing no trace of the accident. Lina’s mind quickly wandered to many instances throughout her life where a “hide wetting” spell would’ve come in handy. The young woman moved her legs a little, clearly gauging to see if she was truly dry. The look of surprise and disgust on her face answered her question. Maya put her arm around the woman's shoulder, and whispered conspiratorially, “I could only make it look dry, love. You’ll need to get changed before an hour’s up or it’ll wear off,” She nodded in reply, and with a little shove from Maya, sped off towards her home. And then she turned to Lina. “And now, everyone, let’s have a hand for our fearless friend here! If I hadn’t been here, I daresay you would’ve been in good hands!” The audience cheered and clapped appreciatively, even though Lina hadn’t actually done anything. Nonetheless, she smiled and waved at the crowd. She thought she should’ve said something, but Lina had never been good with crowds. Gleaming Maya resumed her performance, the crowd practically showering her with money, now. Lina turned to walk down the path into the forest. It may be dangerous, but she’d need food when she traveled to the next town, and she certainly wasn’t about to buy any here. An uncomfortable feeling graced her privates as she walked, and only then did she realize that Maya’s remark about her being fearless was pretty ironic. Lina hadn’t even noticed, but she’d leaked a good bit of urine into her panties during the whole ordeal. Groaning in annoyance as her day just got worse, she trudged on down the path. Curiously, she noted that the wolf monster had seemingly left no footprints. ---------- Maya was happy to see that her audience had more than doubled after the wolf attack. The entire street was flooded with people excitedly listening to her tales and watching her magical performance. But two whole had passed since the attack, and she was tired, her voice hoarse, her bladder and bowels full. It was time to wrap things up. “Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you dearly for you attention and your donations,” She happily regarded the pile of gold and silver coins littering the area near her stage, “But it’s time for me to get some rest. I’ll be here tomorro-” A terrifying howl cut her off. Her eyes went wide, and her heart nearly stopped. Everyone looked to see a hulking figure, far larger than the last, emerging from the forest. The audience was on edge, murmurs of panic surging through the mass of people. That is, until someone shouted “You’ve got this, Maya!” Just like that, the audience’s fear turned into joyous excitement. They were eager to watch her slay another problem. There was only one complication… This wolf was real. Nobody knew, but Maya was only an illusionist. She only conjured an illusory monster into existence so she could “vanquish” it, and become a hero to the people. Unlike her fake one, this one approached slowly, analyzing its prey. She stepped forward as the crowd took up a position safely behind her. Maya thought she might puke. It’s okay… I’ll think of something. Maybe if I just… Shoot it with a light arrow, it’ll get scared and run off! Suppressing her trembling, she held out her hand, and once more summoned her bow. Drawing back the string, and forming the magic arrow, she loosed it. The people cheered and screamed as the arrow flew, struck the wolf, and created a blinding explosion. The cheers abruptly ended, though, when the light faded and the wolf remained, dazed and angered, but very much unharmed. It resumed its slow trot, stepping closer and closer to Maya. “It’s a demon!” Someone shouted. Maya tried desperately to think of something to do- anything. Her mind was going blank, and her body wouldn’t move. There was a sound of splashing water, and Maya glanced downwards to see a strong stream of urine falling from her skimpy pants. The crotch bore a growing stain, and she was sure she felt it spreading around her butt, too. Some of the urine coursed down her thighs in streams, winding around her legs before running into her shoes. The puddle she was standing in expanded quickly. Her knees buckled inwards, pressing against one another. She bowed her legs slightly, and felt her bowels empty in terror. With a wet crackle, her shorts, which had previously contoured to her butt perfectly, bulged violently. Tinting slightly brown, the bulge grew and grew, until it looked as though she had an apple resting in her underpants. All of this, she was depressingly aware, occurred directly in front of a massive crowd. She could hear cries of shock and insults, but mostly the people seemed to realize that this thing was about to kill them all, and panic set in once more. I’m gonna die, Maya thought, feeling tears sting her cheeks, I messed myself in front of everyone and now I’m gonna die! Taken over by despair, she fell down on her rear, splashing in the cooling puddle of her own pee. Her mess squished under her, spreading across her butt. The colossal wolf monster drew in, baring its fangs, and preparing to go in for the kill. ---------- Lina had a feeling something was wrong. The howl of another monster only hastened her decision to return to town. Maya was clearly skilled at illusion magic, considering her impressive light shows and ability to hide the woman’s wetting. And the wolf had behaved quite strangely. She’d seemed nice enough, but Lina just knew something wasn’t right. Upon returning, and seeing Maya wet and soil herself, she knew she was right. Whether or not Maya had, indeed, just made an illusion of a wolf monster, its howl was real enough, and it attracted a much meaner one. But that was unimportant. Working as quickly as she could, Lina drew her hunting bow, prepared an arrow, and fired. It struck the wolf just below the eye, getting its attention pretty quickly. It turned to face her with blinding speed, and Lina dropped the next arrow she’d grabbed, and felt a jet of hot piss spill into her panties. After fumbling for a second more, she just threw the bow aside, and grabbed her longsword. Hardly an ideal weapon to fight a monster eight times your size, but she was hardly in a position to be picky. It charged her, and she prepared to slash and roll away. One it was close enough, she swung with all her might, and struck the beast on the jaw. It yelped in pain. She attempted to roll to get away, but was caught in the middle of the action by a paw the size of her entire body. It sent her tumbling through the dirt before she landed on her back, so dizzy she could hardly think. She attempted to stand up, but the wolf was upon her almost immediately, pinning her down with one massive paw placed over her chest. Were it not for her armor, it would’ve crushed her. The wolf loomed over hear, lowering its gargantuan maw down to take her head off in a single bite. She pushed, struggled, and tried to resist, but the thing was holding her down easily, not even fazed. Terrified out of her mind, Lina felt the all too familiar sensation of mess pressing against her. She’d started to soil herself, and hadn’t stopped. The seat of her pants bulged out lightly, but the tightness of the garment forced her mess to spread. Just as she was sure the life-ending bite was near, the wolf jumped back, and began growling. Taking the opportunity, Lina rose to her feet. Upon standing, the weight of her soiling dragged her pants down a little, but she ignored it. The wolf was lowering its head, and looked angry, but not at her. Confused, she turned around, only to be graced with the sight of an enormous bear approaching the wolf. She felt a little more mess come to rest in her pants before she spotted Maya, who was clearly performing an illusion spell, judging by her rhythmic movements. She’s giving me a chance to kill it! The wolf and bear circled each other for a moment, meanwhile Lina quickly and quietly approached the beast that was actually real. With a frightening surge of movement, the wolf leapt upon the bear, only for it to explode in a dazzling burst. Shutting its eyes against the bright light and stumbling backwards in shock, Lina took her chance to strike. Sprinting just below its neck, she slashed her sword, slicing open the beast’s throat. With a gurgling roar, it thrashed around, spewing blood every which way, before finally collapsing. She knelt down, panting hard to catch her breath. After a moment, raucous cheers sounded from behind her, and the crowd that had once been adoring Maya was now surrounding her. Lina took a little comfort in seeing just how many skirts and pairs of pants were soaked or soiled. Through a break in the crown, Lina saw Maya hurrying down a small alleyway between buildings. “Sorry, let me through,” She said as she forced the people apart so she could pass. She wanted to speak with Maya, but she also wanted to distance herself from the crowd before anyone noticed the massive load in her pants. Following down the same path the illusionist had taken, she found her sitting in a secluded little nook, crying. Lina opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words right away. Maya looked up at her for a second, before quickly veering away, “I know, I’m a liar and a coward. I’ll leave town now.” “I take it you’ve never fought real monsters before.” “No, all my stories are just stories. I’m just a pants-wetting coward.” “... So was I.” Lina blushed as she said. “Huh?” “I used to wet myself all the time when I was new to this. Half the time, I didn’t even last to the fight- just seeing a monster was all it took. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve crapped my pants, either.” Maya considered this for a second, before shaking her head, “You’re still not a liar.” “No, I guess I’m not. But do you know what I am?” “What’s that?” “Alive,” She crouched down, ignoring the squish of her mess, and looked Maya in the eyes, “I’m alive, because you were brave when you needed to be. If you were really some coward and a sham, you would’ve run and left me, but you didn’t. You stayed, and helped me. Because of that, I’m alive.” The faintest glimmer of hope returned to the young mage’s face, “I… I guess so. But… How am I gonna live this down? People almost got hurt, I- I… messed, in front of everyone… ” “Do you think I haven’t? I’ve soiled myself in front of a bunch of people, too. Had to kill a monster for them, and I wound wishing it had killed me instead when I turned around, and everyone could see stains on my legs.” Even through her tears, Maya chuckled lightly. “Listen, I’m heading to the next town in the Longmarch, looking for some mercenary work. Would you like to come with me, at least just till we reach the place?” “I… I think I’d like that, thank you… But first, we should probably-” The barking of a dog startled both of them, and after the ordeal they’d just been through, it sounded much too similar to a wolf for either of their likings. For Lina, the strength with which she’d been holding her bladder finally failed, and her brown trousers darkened between her thighs. The stain grew and the pee flowed down her legs, mostly down her left, where it went all the way down and spilled out into a puddle around her boot. The stain on her right leg reach down to her knee. Having already soiled herself, Lina made no attempt to hold it. “... Probably get changed, I was saying.” Maya was smiling at the absurdity of what just happened. Lina knew from experience that humiliation like this took a long time to get over, but she was happy to help… even if it meant pissing herself. “Before we go… Can you still do that spell to make us look dry?”
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  11. Recently a couple of people have tried 24 hour holds and posted it on the forum in their own new topic. In both cases after quite a few hours went by, KosmoFox shut down the topic, locking it saying "this is what the live action thread is for". I would like to argue that if this rule is going to be enforced, the forum needs a whole subforum for live action, not just one thread. I am fully interested in long-duration holding attempts, and big capacity holding attempts. And I'm completely uninterested in every other category of posts in the live action thread. But with only one thread allowed, it all has to be mixed together, and I can't follow the types of live action content I'm interested in without wading through pages of other live action I'm not interested in, which will be interspersed. Long duration holds are really a special kind of live action, and forcing them to mix into the single live action thread also used by short term play does not serve the needs of our community in my opinion. So can you please either relax that ruling for long duration or otherwise especially challenging holds in the other subforums... or otherwise give us a new subforum where new threads can be created? Thanks for considering my suggestion.
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  12. I've wanted to do another Yuka story for awhile. This one is a rewrite of the first story I wrote called The Thief and The Holy Girl. This time though, I wanted to make a longer, more fleshed-out story with more situations. I'll give the warning that this first part has no drawn out desperation, but that will be coming later. If casual peeing/pooping isn't your thing, then this first part isn't going to tickle your pickle. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part I In the courtyards of the prison, she could hear them talking, though just barely. “So what did she do?” One guard asked another. “Assaulted a noble. There was a brawl in a small teahouse, nice little place. A couple of kids got rowdy, just as Lord Danshin’s son was visiting. In the whole mess, this girl, thin as a beanpole lashes out at somebody and misses him. Hits the noble’s kid square in the jaw.” The first guard seemed to find it difficult to take in. “This is that girl down in the cellar, right? The cute one with blonde hair?” “Yep. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, so anyway, Danshin’s kid, now covered in tea, starts hollering and screaming. He demands whoever struck him must be executed. By now, the rest of these kids have realized who it is screaming and they’ve bolted out the front door. Not the girl though, she was just stood there.” “So she’s sat in that cell waiting for the gallows?” “Nope. A few weeks before we were meant to do it, Captain of the guard comes to visit personally. Claims Lord Danshin’s kid was way out of hand and that her sentence be lowered to a life imprisonment. So she’s shoved down into the cellar and left to rot.” “Shame, she’s cute.” In the bowels of the prison, in the old cells deep beneath the ground, a thief had been locked up. For the crime of assaulting a noble, she was to miss trial and be sent straight to the gallows. But the sun shone from her arse one lucky day when that execution was reduced to life imprisonment. This thief was Yunoko Tanobi, a blonde-haired miscreant and extremely talented. It was her who had raised her fist to that noble, striking him square in the cheek. Now, she was left to rot in this cell. She was a sharp, tomboyish girl of nineteen years. Courtesy of her thin frame, she had a sharp, distinct face with amethyst coloured eyes. She had long, straw-coloured hair that reached her shoulders, or would if it did not flick upwards. It was as if a banana skin had been discarded atop her head. That was the joke that was shared among her friends. The well-renowned beauty of Orientian girls was lost to Yunoko, with her wide whimsical eyes that always seemed to be looking for something and her thin crooked lips that held a certain sinister intend buried behind a friendly grin. As for her body, she was thin and built like a beanpole, barely an ounce of fat on her. She was skinny, lanky, and well shaped only around her arse, which she often touted as been her best feature. Even without any sun for so long, she was still a light tan colour. Appearance meant little to her, and her philosophy for thievery had always been the less she wore, the less constricted she felt. Because of this she often favoured a long white robe without sleeves; She’d torn them off believing it made her difficult to grab. She’d been right until recently. Beneath her robe, she covered her breasts, barely, with a brown corset that exposed her midriff. Were it not for laws, or the constant propositions from drunk horny men in the late hours, she’d happily walk around with her assets on display. Her shorts were a dull beige and often so low she’d catch a stray wind against the crack of her arse and lastly her boots were simple, made of leather, stained with all kinds of muck that littered the streets. Today had been a day like every other day that had passed since she’d been locked up. Yuka had woken up, tended to a pesky inch on her arse, and hobbled over to the corner of her cell, scratching herself the whole way. Still half asleep, she’d squat down over the drain and take a long, hissing piss into the waiting abyss. She’d yawn, let out a tired groan and fart, all while her water rushed beneath her. She’d sigh with relief as a whole nights worth of water poured from between her legs, splattering against the iron grate beneath her. Once she was almost finished, she’d peer between her legs and watched the last of her piss rain down in the unending darkness beneath her. After she’d taken her morning piss, she’d shake off the stray dribbles, cursing the lack of paper she was given as she jiggled her butt to get dry, then pull up her shorts and get breakfast. An iron tray would always be waiting by her cell door. On it was a bowl of porridge, unsweetened, lumpy, and more like gruel, as well as a cold cup of green tea. Seeing that miserable excuse for food made her long to be back in the capital, eating meat and drinking wine once more. She’d sit on her bed, slowly nibbling at the lumps of porridge and sipping her green tea. Some days she’d think about the Thieves Guild, and others she’d think about Ania, hoping one day she could feel her soft embrace again. Once breakfast was finished, there was nothing to do but sit on her bed until nature called. Once she heard the moan of her stomach, she’d jump up from her bed and head back to the corner of her cell, where she’d yank down her trousers and take a dump over the drain. With a soft grunt, Yuka farted. She wrapped her arms around her legs and emptied her bowels into the hole. Eating nothing but porridge had given her a soft stomach. She’d farted again, only this time it was wet. After a few seconds of wiggling her backside, she’d feel her hole yawn and a slither of soft mess wormed its way between her cheeks. It passed easily, like slop. It fell into the sewers beneath with an echoing splat. Once she was relieved, Yuka hopped up, her shorts still around her knees, and reached for the papers she used to wipe. Most of what she used for paper were pages from the books she was given in ‘care packages’ which were often sent courtesy of an old friend. She took a few papers and bent back down. “You guys bring me this drivel, but won’t bust me out.” She scrunched up the paper angrily in her palm and used it to wipe her arse. Taking a dump was the last notable thing of the day in Yuka’s routine. With the exception of one call at noon to give her another thimble of bland tea, all she could do until lights out was lie down on her bed and stare up at the cold concrete ceiling. For most people, that would be enough to drive them insane. Not for Yuka, she held onto the hope that her friends were planning something to get her out of here. She was the best thief they had, no job went without loot when she was the one running it. Those thoughts were what kept her sane. Once or twice, if the feeling took her, she’d even entertain herself with her fingers. But touching herself couldn’t compete with the touch of a tavern girl. Their soft, almost silk-like touch gently fingering the soft spot between her legs as she’d grope their bare breasts was a feeling she missed greatly. Often, as she played with herself, she’d sigh, yearning for the touch of another woman, and it was those thoughts that entertained her and pushed her toward pleasure. The day passed, and evening came quickly. Not that Yuka could tell. There was no window in her cell and the only way she knew of the passage of time was by the Prison belltower. She lay in her bed, one foot hanging over the other and both hands behind her head. She sighed. “Someday…” Her longing to escape was interrupted when her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and that dire excuse for porridge hardly sustained her through the whole day. Dinnertime had to be soon, or so Yuka thought. An hour passed, signaled by the ringing of the bell, and still no food. Yuka grumbled, jumped up from her bed and angrily approached her cell door. “HEY!” She yelled through the bars of her cell door. The words echoed but nobody seemed to care. “HEY!” She called again, this time rattling the iron bars. Her calls were answered; The sound of heavy footsteps pounded against the old stone of the prisons cellar. A looming shadow that only grew as it approached her swept along the concrete walls. A large bull of a man appeared, wrapped up from head to toe in steel and leather armour. He stood at nearly twice the size of the prison doors and glared down at Yuka with dead soulless eyes. “What?” He said calmly, but there was no kindness in his voice. “I’m hungry.” Yuka scowled. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” The man tapped the handle of his greataxe against the stone floor. His cold lifeless stare did not ease up and he leant forward to match Yuka’s height. She wasn’t easily intimidated by the Brutes display. A thousand cunts twice her size had tried that before him, and few could scare her. She too leant forward, mimicking every action he did; she slapped her hands against her hips, leant in until she could smell the cheap booze and aging meat on his breath and scowled, baring her teeth. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” She repeated herself quietly this time, displaying a seething anger in her voice. BANG! It happened quickly. The Guard, for a large boorish brute, was certainly quick with that axe. He slammed it against the cell door, rattling the metal and sending a howling echo through the cellar. Shocked by the sudden rattling of the bars, Yuka fell backwards, unable to comprehend what had just happened for a second. She nearly fell arse-first onto the floor of the cell, but managed to save her backside the hard landing. “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” He growled again, wrapping his meaty hands around the handle of the axe and cackling. All Yuka could reply with was a long cold stare that tried to hide her anger. Her heart was pounding from the fear that strike brought her, but she buried it in the pit of her stomach. I’d kick you in the fucking balls if I could. She thought, holding her tongue. “Fine…” She gave in, scrambled to stand up straight and brushed off the dust that had landed on the bottom of her robe. There was a twinge in her bladder as she bent over to reach her robe, and again the need to take piss had made itself known. “I’m going for a piss.” Yuka waved her hand feebly in the air, brushing off what the guard said like it did not bother her, and strolled over to the corner of her cell. There was no privy in her cell, or even a small hole to squat over. Her cell was directly above the sewers and in the corner of her room was an old drain that connected to them. Apparently it was an old drain for throwing old food waste down into the sea, and that was what Yuka had for relieving herself, a squalid old drain. It didn’t bother her too much. She’d pissed in far worse places in her time. The only thing that bothered her was the smell that crept up, and she even grew used to that eventually. She approached the drain, one hand already fiddling with the button on her shorts. The feeling of fullness that pushed against her bladder was mild, but it made itself known. It had been a while since she’d last taken a piss. This morning actually. She unbuttoned her shorts, hooked her fingers around her knickers and pulled them down. She turned around, angled herself over the iron grate that led to the sewers and squatted down over it. She couldn’t go so easily. Out of the corner of her, Yuka could see the guard was watching her squat. She could see those wide, bloodshot eyes leering at her, hoping to get a peek of something. She raised her middle finger to the leering guard and hissed. “Hey, I’m trying to take a leak!” The guard growled. He tapped his axe against the stone and leant toward the cell door. “Turn the fuck around!” Yuka yelled. The guard growled again, and this time he shook his head in disgust. His hand disappeared behind the wall and he pulled the mouldy old curtain over her cell door, bathing her cell in near darkness. She had some privacy, at least. Yuka shuffled over the grate to get comfortable. She found it hard to piss if she wasn’t comfortable. She spread her legs slightly and sighed. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she huffed and let her bladder handle the rest. But before she could, something caught her attention down deep in the sewers. Yuka held back her water and peered down between her legs. She noticed a very faint light from deep below illuminating a small patch of mouldy stone. A lantern. “What the…” Somebody was walking through the sewers, and they were getting closer. The thought of somebody wandering beneath her cell gave Yuka a menacing thought. One that made her grin. For no other reason that to amuse herself, she watched the light grow closer. When it was right beneath her, she intended to open the floodgates and piss right on the head of whoever was beneath her. The light came right beneath the grate and stopped. It was still too dark for Yuka to tell who it was, but it was probably just a guard; some poor bastard who’d been sent on rat extermination. She didn’t care, her piss didn’t discriminate. With a big grin, Yuka shuffled again, angling herself properly and lowered her butt closer to the grate until her butthole was almost puckered up with the dirt steel. With a mischievous grin, she relaxed and let her river flow. “I think this is it.” Somebody beneath her spoke. It was a boy, and the voice sounded familiar. “Are you sure?” A female replied to him. “The map says it’s her cell. Right beneath the sewers, right?” “Alright, get the rope.” They were talking about her, they had to be. Nobody else was locked up in the cellar. The rest had already been carted off to the gallows or released. “Who are they…” Yuka held herself, halting her water right at the tip of her maidenly spout. It stung, and she grimaced, but it subsided quickly. “Yunoko, you up there?” The boy called up. Before she could reply, Yuka peered around the corner of the drain, and upon seeing the shadow of the guard was gone, she called back down. “Who the fuck’s down there?” The boy didn’t answer. “Move aside Mouri.” The girl spoke in his place. “Yunoko, I’m gonna shoot a rope up to you. Get ready to catch it.” “Hey hol-” She couldn’t even get her words out before she heard a whistle fast approaching her. It was a dart, and behind it a length of rope was unfurling. It shot up through the drain, barely missing her left arsecheek. “Fucking hell…” Yuka cursed, feeling the wind of the dart. “You almost gave me a second arsehole.” With nibble things, she grabbed the dart before it could fall back between the iron bars. “Alright, I’ve got it.” “Now tie it to the pipe running across the wall.” The girl ordered her. “Can I at least, you know, pull my knickers back up?” “Now, Yunoko.” The girl sounded low on patience. “Fine…” Yuka sighed. She followed the girls orders and tied the rope around one of the metal pipes running along the wall of her cell. Her shorts fell down further and landed atop her boots, revealing her bare arse to a cold drought that felt refreshing in more places than one. As she tied the rope, Yuka thought to herself for a moment; she was sure she’d heard the name Mouri. It couldn’t be. She hadn’t seen him in months. He was one of her few friends in the Thieves Guild and a boy with far too little stones to be doing something as daring as a prison breakout. She tied the rope around the pipe and finished tying the knot. “Alright, done.” “Mouri, hand me those gems.” “A-Amida…” The boy shook his words. Yuka could hear his nerves quivering just from the sound of his voice. “D-Do you mind if I do it?” The girl sighed. “You’re kidding.” Things went silent for a moment. “Think you’re up for it? Remember make it quick and use these gems around the corners of the drain. Remember: The corners. Say it with me.” “The corners.” The boy repeated those words. “Amida? Mouri?” Yuka recognized Amida too, and now it was absolutely clear. She hadn’t been forgotten about and left to rot in prison. The Thieves Guild had actually grown some stones and come to break her out. “I didn’t think you two had the balls to come do this.” Yuka grinned. She felt all warm, her heart was fluttering and she felt a joy she hadn’t felt since she was last on the outside. After a minute, Mouri arrived at the top of the rope. He appeared beneath the grate with a less than satisfied look on his face. He’d grown in these three months, or so it looked that way. His dark hair had grown and a thin layer of fluff was growing on his lower lip. He looked like a man now. “Hey Mouri.” Yuka giggled. “Getting a good view of my arse from there?” She wiggled her backside. “Wanna give it a kiss?” The young thief’s cheeks burned a bright crimson at the sight of Yuka’s bare thighs, as well as her more personal of assets being wiggled in his face. He averted his gaze and looked straight ahead at the gross walls of the sewer. “Now is not the time for messing around, Yuka.” His words stumbled. “Come on, pull your shorts up and let’s go.” “This is the first time I’ve had a lads face this close to my arse.” She reveled in his embarrassment. Already, it was like old times, and that made her joyous inside. She hopped to her feet, pulled her shorts back up and buttoned them up. That piss would have to wait, at least she would have the pleasure of an actual toilet… or an alley. “You’re lucky, I was gonna piss on your head.” Mouri ignored Yuka and did exactly was Amida had ordered him to do. With four small orange gems in the palm of his hand, he pressed one against each corner of the drain. A small orange flame erupted from his hand and burned away at the metal, melting it almost instantly. On the final corner, he rested a gloved hand against the grate, relying on his legs to keep him on the rope, and caught it one the gem had melted away the last piece of metal. He shimmied up the rope and gently placed the grate on the floor of the cell. The sight of the barren cell twisted his face with disgust. “This is what you’ve had to live in for three months?” He asked. “And that’s what I’ve had to shit in.” Yuka pointed to the open drain. “Let’s get going before that numb fuck out there realizes what’s going on.” Yuka climbed onto the rope and descending with Mouri into the depths of the sewers. “Hey Mouri?” She whispered. “What?” “Thanks for not forgetting me.” Yuka smiled warmly.
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  13. If you don't like sexual assault/rape scenarios, just fucking avoid them smh. I agree that it's wrong to have these things exist, but rule 34 is a cruel bih. That's why I avoid this stuff. So do like I do and avoid them for a better jerk or rub. Now to eat this Hot Pocket.
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  14. As someone who was one of four children plus my mum and dad in a flat with just one bathroom I frequently had to go very bad when someone else was in. Others bathing or showering or shaving were the worst and I would be in my room bursting and bouncing on my bed and dancing around listening intently for the door opening. Sometimes someone else would then beat me to it and I had to keep holding. I’ve spent a lot of time in queues bursting waiting for a vacant toilet too.
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  15. I’ve never actually played street fighter, but I’m not sure that matters too much. I hope you like how it turned out, even though it’s 3 months late.
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  17. July: the undercover surveillance officer Barry sat in the corner of the council car park fiddling with his sat nav while sipping at his MacDonald’s latte. It was early but he needed to be alert yet inconspicuous. For months he had been researching and gathering information and he couldn’t afford to blow it now. He had a hunch ‘Cammy’ was inside number 10 and he hoped to get photographic evidence to prove it. Barry, an ex police officer, had gone into detective work to boost his income. Lack of government investment in policing was capping his income beyond what either he or his wife were happy with. She wanted cruises, he wanted more time on the golf course and policing wasn’t providing either. Only two years into undercover surveillance and he had already increased his take home pay by 30%. A combination of inside knowledge from policing, an extensive knowledge of the area, and experience of working under cover made him very popular with his boss. So popular he was given cases and left to it, probing time and time again he could come up with the goods. Most cases were straightforward and needed little more than some good research but others, like the current one, took months of work and evidence gathering. ‘Cammy’ was being watched for more than one reason. Firstly the department of work and pensions suspected him of tax fraud and benefit fraud, the local authority suspected him of falsely claiming council tax benefit and housing benefit and for claiming he had dependent children when they suspected this wasn’t true. He was also suspected of renting properties under a false name and intimidating vulnerable tenants. If Barry’s detective work was right ‘Cammy’ went by three different names and had elaborate webs of lies and deceit. If Barry could prove all this he would be paid handsomely but more importantly he would feel proud of himself for freeing innocent people and saving the tax payers thousands of pounds. If that meant a few early starts and long days then so be it. There was nothing wrong with Barry’s sat nav but it proved an innocent excuse to be parked up sitting in his car at 5:30am on a Thursday morning in the middle of summer. The sun had already risen and it looked like it was going to be another warm summers day. Barry finished the last of his latte and stuck his sat nav back up on his windscreen then fished out an old newspaper that he pretended to read. Behind it he had a camera ready to catch ‘Cammy’ if he happened to appear. Sure enough around 6:30am the suspect came out from number 10 and Barry took photographs that made sure to show the house number and the suspect clearly. Now to follow as safely as possible. Barry caught ‘Cammy’ getting into a nearby van and followed him at a safe distance, parking around a corner and managing to take more photographs as the suspect opened the door of an unlocked house a few miles away and walked in. This was the address Barry knew was the registered address where ‘Cameron Lyon’ lived and where he was registered to receive government benefits. According to records he supported three children and a wife here as an unemployed, sick 33 year old. It was Barry’s job to find out and prove if any of this was in fact true. With schools and nurseries not yet finished for summer Barry waited patiently to see wether anyone would leave the property with children. It was a long wait and Barry snacked on a breakfast bar and had some water from a bottle in his car while he waited. If he drove away he risked losing vital evidence so he settled down and waited it out. He didn’t need any obvious distractions as he was parked in a residential area near shops, a school and a community centre so seeing people sitting in cars wasn’t out of place to any suspicious passerby. It was two hours later before anyone else left the house and Barry was relieved to see a female leave with two children, though three should have been living there. Barry snapped them as discretely as possible as he only needed proof the children existed as they were innocent. One child was in a buggy with the other looking around 4 and Barry watched as the woman walked both children in the direction of a nearby nursery. He didn’t follow as he was much more interested in ‘Cammy’ but moving around in the car a bit gave him a bit of a desire to use a bathroom though nothing that was urgent in any way. He sipped on some more water as the morning sun shone in the windows and pressed his car windows down for air. He was shocked and taken aback to see ‘Cammy’ exit the property soon after with a slightly older girl with him as Barry snapped photo after photo. The three children, at least, seemed genuine. Barry decided to get out of his car, suspecting ‘Cammy’ might be walking the child up a nearby lane to a primary school as Barry recognised the uniform. He was right and this time Barry used his mobile to snap a few pictures, pleased with himself when he caught Barry kneeling down and kissing the child briefly. That, Barry concluded, was evidence of a close familiarity and most likely a sign of parentage. No sooner had the child went through the school gate when Cammy took a call on his mobile. Barry risked walking past pressing record on his phone and pretending to watch and wave to a child in the playground. With his phone in his pocket he switched off record and headed back to his car. Adrenaline pumped through him as he had almost touched the suspect under surveillance which made him realise a bit more that he could really do with a loo break. One of the few things he missed from his police service days was access to a bathroom. Barry took photos of the suspect walking back into his property then leaving again less than half an hour later, this time dressed smarter, clean shaven and with a smart case in his hand. Barry forgot all about his need to pee as he followed the suspect’s van to a town a few miles away where he knocked on a door, waited for a young Asian girl to answer then went inside. A quick review of records showed that this property was also in receipt of benefits and had been listed on a national housing site for private rent less than six months previously. Land registration documents showed it was owned by a Craig Leon and this was one of the aliases Barry suspected ‘Cammy’ was using. While he kept one eye on the house in question it suddenly occurred to Barry that the female with the two children hadn’t returned to the first property so while he waited he did a few checks on her and he began to suspect she may also be working and not declaring. It seemed the web of deceit didn’t end with ‘Cammy’ alone. Meanwhile though his need to pee was a little distracting, though manageable, and the sun was once again making the car hot and sweaty so Barry was finding himself very thirsty. It was now almost 10am and he longed for another coffee. For now he would have to make do with water. Just as Barry was finishing his bottle of water he was caught out with the suspect leaving the property, though interestingly he left alone and there was no-one came to the door to see him out. That, Barry though, was most unusual, though on it’s own proved very little. Once again Barry followed at a safe distance and with one car between him and the suspect’s van Barry found himself in the queue for Starbucks drive through before he realised it. With no means to leave the queue Barry was placed in a position where he could either make some excuse and drive through, making others suspicious of his actions, or carry on and order something readily available so as not to allow the suspect to get out of sight. Barry quickly opted for the latter and ordered a plain black coffee. Luckily the suspect had parked up in the retail park and Barry did the same a safe distance from him. He snapped a few pictures before sipping his coffee, grateful for the sustenance since he had no idea if he would get any meals for a while yet. He wished he could run in and use the gents quickly but the thought of losing the suspect was too risky so Barry tried not to think about his bladder and concentrated on the job. Barry was getting increasingly nervous as his mobile phon rang. Family and friends knew not to call him in working hours so he assumed it was work related. It was. It was a contact at the department for work and pensions confirming that Cameron Lyons had called the number on a recent letter and confirmed he would attend an interview at the job centre at 2pm today for an ‘annual check to see what we can do to assist you back to work.’. Such checks were common and ‘Cammy’ had been warned by letter that his benefits would be stopped should he not attend. For the first time that day Barry actually knew here his suspect would be at a certain time. Barry knew that his suspect would be at least half an hour in this ‘interview’ and Barry immediately decided he would use that time to find somewhere quick to pee. He just needed to be able to wait until then, which was, unfortunately, still over three hours away. Ten minutes later the van moved again and so did Barry. This time the van pulled into a local supermarket and Barry took photos as the suspect walked in and back out again 20 minutes later with several bags of groceries including alcohol. Barry bounced his leg as the suspect placed the bags in his van as he thought how close he was to toilets yet unable to go, his need much more distracting now than before. 2pm felt like an eternity away as Barry once again followed the van, though with a few cars between them this time to prevent being spotted. The van parked at the property with the children again and the suspect went inside. Barry parked nearby and noted everything so far, squeezing his thighs as his bladder protested at still having to hold. It wasn’t even 11am and Barry had been out the house since before 5, 6 hours since his last piss. The more he thought about that the greater he felt the need to go. With members of the public walking past ,and in broad daylight, Barry struggled behind the wheel of his car to get comfortable. His bladder was very full and the desire to pee strong and consistent making him fidget, squirm and sweat. It was a very long and restless wait for the 40 minutes until Barry saw ‘Cammy’ again, though this time he appeared leaving the property dressed in a different smart shirt and suit trousers. He had no brief case this time and though dressed smartly he seemed more casual than before and while taking more snaps Barry was caught by surprise when ‘Cammy’ didn’t get into his white van but instead walked down the stress a short way and unlocked and got into a much posher and more expensive Audi. Barry quickly started his engine and set about following, quickly having to squeeze his penis as his body once again reminded him he should be pursuing a bathroom not a suspect. Despite repeated signals from his bladder Barry somehow managed to follow the Audi as it parked into a posh restaurant and he watched and snapped photos as ‘Cammy’ embraced a young lady and walked hand in hand into the restaurant with her. Thinking ahead Barry called the number of the restaurant (it was on the sign at the front) and stated that he was just coming in with his girlfriend and could he have a seat by the front window so they could enjoy the sunlight Barry smiled when he saw Cammy being lead to a window seat with the female with him which enabled him to get some more clear shots. While the couple ate Barry did some more research and discovered that this female was the one who ‘Cammy’ had spent the night with at number 10. That was about all Barry could focus on as his need to piss became more and more intense. He was using his phone with one hand while having to hold himself with the other. He seriously thought about heading inside the restaurant and asking to use their bathroom but he couldn’t risk being so close to his suspect again and he also couldn’t risk the restaurant staff being suspicious of him. But Barry was seriously struggling and fearing if he didn’t do something soon he may have a major accident. Barry was in trouble and he knew it. His bladder was overtaking his mind and sweat poured from his back. He was fidgeting and squirming so badly and rubbing himself to prevent any leakage. He could feel so much pressure on his muscles that he knew they would give in and even his penis ached with the need to go. Glancing at the couple in the restaurant Barry wondered if he could take the chance to find a supermarket and use their gents or even a local library. He looked around the street he was in frantically as he held himself tightly between his legs. He was undignified, acting unprofessionally and feeling very annoyed at his body but he had been holding for so long now and he was absolutely bursting for a loo. Just as he was thinking of what to do he discreetly looked over at the restaurant to see both of the suspects drinking. That was the last straw for Barry as he pulled the newspaper up over his steering wheel and felt for his fly and unzipped. Without looking down he felt for his earlier coffee cup from Starbucks and quickly pulled his member from his trousers and underwear and aimed it one handedly into the cup. Immediately urine came out and Barry used a finger to gauge as best as he could without looking as to when it was full. It took a huge amount of effort to pinch off as Barry so longed to completely relax but he hoped having released some that the pressure would ease. He pulled the cup of frothy warm liquid and carefully put the lid on before having to suddenly grab himself again as his body yearned to release more. Barry had hoped to push his penis back inside his trousers but another spasm caused some drops to leak out despite his hand pinching his penis closed. Barry frantically reached around for the other coffee cup, the one h had drank hours ago before sunrise from MacDonalds and he repeated his earlier act of pretending to read the paper while underneath it, under the steering wheel his penis was pouring warm pee into yet another coffee cup. Barry was almost in tears as urine once again seeped out of his body, this time even faster and within seconds the second coffee cup was filled. Still not anywhere near fully relieved but at least able to tuck himself back in Barry finished and zipped up and put the second filled mug in his car cup holder. He felt a little better but still keen to find a toilet to finish off. At least for right now he was a little less in danger of soaking himself. Barry was able to wait out for the 90 minutes the couple ate, using the rime to take notes, a few more photos and to text his wife to say he would be home for around 5 all being well. He also managed to eat an apple and a chocolate bar which he had lacked to bring with him. The restaurant smelled and looks so much more appetising but going in wasn’t an option. By the time the couple left and ‘Cammy’ got back into the Audi Barry had drank another bottle of water and he was bursting again! The Audi returned to the address with the children and the suspect went in and came back out 10 minutes later dressed in old jeans, a high street t-shirt and scruffy hair. Barry shook his head as he took yet more pics and followed as the suspect actually caught a bus presumably to his interview at the job centre. Barry cursed as the bus stopped at every stop as he found himself once again having to hold himself between his legs and rock as he muttered to himself how bad he had to pee. Finally ‘Cammy’ got out the bus and unusually looked around as if he had a sense he was being followed. Barry had planned to pull in nearer to the front door but with the suspect looking around he indicated to a side street and pulled in out of vision. In order to catch if the suspect went inside Barry was forced to get out of his car. He hadn’t been out his car for hours and his legs were glad to stand though the minute Barry had both feet on the ground his penis leaked as it urgently sought attention. Barry his around the corner and managed to get a quick snap on his mobile as the suspect went inside stepping from foot to foot quickly as he did so. Barry wasn’t supposed to go into the job centre. Despite it being a public building he was meant to keep a professional distance from any suspect and data protection meant he had to rely on information from his contact inside as to what happened in the interview. But Barry urgently needed in to use the gents. He hoped his contact hadn’t started the interview as he quickly dialled their number, standing crossed legged against the side of the building trying to not piss himself. His contact answered quickly and Barry said who it was and said he was outside but seriously in need of a toilet and asked if there was any way he could somehow come in and use it without the suspect knowing. A plan was very quickly hatched and Barry fumbled his way inside and asked for Brain Wright and stated he was a Mr Grey with an appointment. It was all Barry could do to stay professional and still and he had to clench his muscles so tightly it hurt. Passing his suspect seated right beside him Barry discussed straight ahead as his contact lead him through a door and into a corridor with toilets. ‘I owe you one mate. I am so bursting for this!’ Barry peed the most satisfying and relieving piss he could ever remember, his entire body finally able to relax from so much tension. He stood at the urinal and sighed at the sheer relief after holding for so long. Whatever the suspect said in his interview Barry had never been so glad to be away from him long enough to piss. ‘Cammy’ might have plenty to hide he thought, but so had he. He had better get back to his car and dispose of those coffee cups before his wife found them. Maybe everyone had their secrets in life even if they weren’t as dishonest as his suspect was.
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  18. Li Xiuying's naughty adventures continue... Aside from the skirt-pooing incident which preceded it, Li Xiuying couldn't have imagined a better way to lose her virginity - or to take her boyfriend's. But she had ambitions to reach even greater heights of pleasure. She had read that sharing an intense experience could enhance erotic feelings, and going on the rollercoasters at the new theme park would definitely qualify as intense. She was a bit more of a thrill-seeker than Liu Wei was, but he seemed happy to go along. Like before, she made a special effort to look gorgeous. Her favourite black leather skirt, having been thoroughly dumped in, was not a viable option, but she did look near-indescribably sexy in her cute yellow dress. While she had shamefully enjoyed her last accident a little, she certainly didn't want to ruin another of her favourite clothes, and had refrained from anything that might upset her stomach the previous night. Liu Wei was impressed, though she knew she didn't have to dress up to impress him. "You look so beautiful," he said, gently stroking her finely combed hair. It was a very hot day indeed, and Li Xiuying fancied a large cold drink. "Be careful, babe," said Liu Wei. "There's a really long queue for the main ride, and you wouldn't want to have to wee, would you?" Li Xiuying didn't care. While her confidence had been a little shaken by her previous accident, she was pretty sure she could handle a large drink and a queue. "I'm 18 years old, Liu Wei," she said. "I'm not a child. I can wait. I mean, except that one time, but I had stomach problems." "Well, exactly," said Liu Wei, watching with concern as his girlfriend bought an extremely large soda and started gulping it. "You weren't so tough then, were you?" "No," she said, blushing. "But it'll be OK this time..." After an hour's wait in a very slow-moving queue, Li Xiuying began to wonder if it might not be OK this time. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress to try to take her mind off the growing pain in her bladder. "You need to wee, don't you?" said Liu Wei. "I told you so." "Yeah," she said, crossing her finely toned legs. "Not so bad now, but...things might get painful." And they did. 20 minutes or so later, Li Xiuying was grimacing from the pain as she tapped her foot and tugged on her dress. "I really have to go," she said. "This is going to be hard." "Do you think you'll make it?" said Liu Wei. "Well, I have to try," said Li Xiuying. "What else am I going to do, piss my dress in public in front of hundreds of people?" "Well..." he said. "If you did wet your dress, I doubt anyone much would notice. I'd sooner that than you hurting yourself." Li Xiuying shuddered a little. The idea of wetting her dress at her boyfriend's command was intensely hot. But significantly less so when surrounded by a load of strangers. "I can't. Not in front of all these people," she said. "I'll wait." Liu Wei looked up at the rollercoaster hurtling round the track. He loved his girlfriend dearly, but he really couldn't see her managing not to wet her dress through that. "Look, I'll be frank," he said. "This is a little harsh, but you're not going to make it. You might as well have your little accident here instead of all over the seat, where they'll have to clean it up." LI Xiuying felt indignant. "So you think I'm a little girl who can't hold her wee, then?" she said. "We'll see about that." "No, I think you're a silly young lady who drunk a massive soda knowing that she couldn't use the toilet for a while," he said. "It's really not a big deal. Your knickers will dry very quickly on a day like this." All this time, the pain was getting worse and worse. She winced and moved a hand over her bladder. She had to hold it. She had to show that she was strong enough. It would be so hot to have an accident in front of him, but she didn't want to look like a fool. "Don't hurt yourself, babe," he said, squeezing her soft hand gently. After about 2 hours of painful waiting, they were finally at the front of the queue. Li Xiuying's knickers were still dry, but it had been an almighty struggle, and she was shifting from foot to foot trying to reduce the pain. Maybe she should have just let go in her dress. She got into her seat, next to Liu Wei, and fastened herself in, still looking finely demure. Normally she'd be thrilled at such an experience, but deep down she knew she was going to wet herself on the ride, and she dreaded the humiliation of it as much as she knew she would secretly enjoy it. "Try to keep your knickers dry, babe," said Liu Wei. She gulped as the ride started moving. Tensing her muscles as much as she could, she tried to hold back the pressure as it climbed up a steep incline. As it reached the crest, she shoved a hand into her crotch. But it was no use. "Fuck, no..." she whimpered. As it flew down the twisting track, she felt the adrenaline accompanied by a burst of warmth in her crotch. She was weeing in her dress, and there was nothing she could do about it. She pissed fiercely through her knickers for what felt like the best part of a minute, and as the ride turned upside down the hot urine poured up her dress, soaking her to the skin. When the ride finally came back to the start, she was in a real mess. "Whoa, babe..." said Liu Wei, chuckling. "Yeah...that's what I thought would happen." Li Xiuying was soaked, humiliated, and on the edge of tears. An obnoxious-looking bespectacled ride attendant walked over to her, pulled out his phone, and photographed her. "Pfff, looks like your girlfriend's a real pussy," he said, smirking at the picture. "Most piss I've ever seen in my life." "Hey, delete that," said Liu Wei. "She just had an accident, it's -" "Too late, uploaded," he said. "The internet will have a good laugh." Li Xiuying, so confident just a few hours earlier, burst into tears. "It's alright, babe, it's alright," said Liu Wei, cuddling her as he led her away. He glowered at the attendant. "If I weren't worried about my social credit score, I'd slug you for that," he said. "You can't get a pretty girlfriend, so you just mock someone else's. Cunt." Li Xiuying's humiliation, made far worse by the mockery of netizens, was still slowly turning to warm comfort as Liu Wei cuddled her. Her wet dress stuck to her legs, and she stank of piss. She couldn't wait to get her clothes off...and what Liu Wei would surely do to her when that happened. After a wet and depressing train ride home, she finally traipsed up to Liu Wei's apartment. Peeling her sodden dress and knickers off, she stepped into the shower and began to wash the tears and stale piss away. "You really don't have to be ashamed of your accidents, babe," said Liu Wei, stepping in with her. "You're a little accident prone, that's all. It's not a serious flaw." "I know, but...now everyone knows...that picture..." she said. "You'll just have to get over it," he said. "Laugh it off." "I guess," she said. Maybe she had to reconsider herself as not Li Xiuying the suave, tough young lady, but as Li Xiuying the young lady who couldn't make it to the toilet in time. It really wasn't that serious, after all. She'd just change her clothes. She felt Liu Wei's hand working on her clitoris. Though she hadn't felt in the mood for sex when they got back, this was just irresistible. She felt an intense climax overwhelm her, followed by Liu Wei's penetration. He lasted a lot longer this time, around 30 seconds or so, before clutching her close as he came. Whatever happened, at least she had someone who really cared about her.
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  19. View File Dixie wets the bed Dixie is sick in bed trying to sleep off a bad illness. She wakes up and realizes that she has to pee. She tries to get up to go to the bathroom but the room is spinning and her head hurts very badly and she can't get up. She falls back onto the bed unable to stand and becoming more and more desperate to piss. She lays there thinking maybe if she ignores it she can fall back asleep and it will go away, but it's no use, she's becoming very desperate to pee. Finally she realizes there is no other option but to just piss herself in the bed. She can't get up and can't hold it any longer and finally she wets herself and makes a big puddle in the bed. Humiliated and wet, she swigs a mouthful of cold medicine to help her fall back asleep and rolls over to try to sleep in her piss puddle. Submitter melikai Submitted 08/11/2019 Category Bedwetting
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  20. I know there are already a few threads similar to this, but I think that just confirms how good Gmod is for these sorts of sculpture-style art pieces. These first two images are Overwatch -themed. The characters and other art assets belong to their original creators.
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  21. Before and after of holding for 5 hours past the point when I had to pee (warning female nudity) There’s a video that goes with it I can post when I get home if anyone wants it? before: after:
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    Alyssa Reece - Grey sweatpants laundry room wetting
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  23. I've been wearing during the day the last few days because its simply easier than running to the bathroom every hour while out and about or doing errands or trying to get work done (or even when just sitting at home). I mean, and because diapers are fun. What can I say? So Tuesday I was wearing a long hippy-ish skirt (I love love love long skirts), and the weather was beautiful so I had a short sleeve top. SUCH beautiful weather today. Anyways. When I woke up I changed out of a TENA max I'd slept in (or whatever they're called, the blue ones. They're new to me I just bought them). Put on a transquility ATN with brief spanx over them to be a little more mobile, and by the time I headed out it was already decently wet. But! I wanted to get moving and get my errands done, so I headed out. Drove to the mall (an outdoor mall, just lots of big box stores etc), parked in the parking lot, and walked to the first store with some shoes I needed to return. As I was walking I touched the back of my skirt (a common impulse), and noticed it was a bit wet. Still, I was in the middle of the parking lot so I just went, returned the shoes, and headed back to my car. I grabbed my bag, which has a change, powder, etc, and went to the public rest room in the shopping center garage a little ways away. Went in the stall, noticed the spanx were soaked at the crotch because the diaper had leaked, so I took those off. I was bummed because I like wearing something to keep the diaper on tight when I'm out, it just feels more secure and private and comfortable because you don't have the plastic rubbing against the side of your legs. Also helps a bit with smell. Anyways, that was not good, but I balled the panties up, put them in my bag, wiped myself clean. I was worried, because I generally try to drink a lot of water to stay hydrated and healthy and keep my skin nice and pretty and whatnot (ironically has nothing to do with omo... its just the result of being a former smoker who needs a better oral fixation and would perish if i drank 60 cups of coffee a day instead) So, that's kind of built into my day. So I had brought one of these too-thick blue TENA with me just in case as well as a transquility ATN...so I chose the blue Tena, and went back out to the shopping center, wanting the one with more absorbency so I wouldn't have to stop back in the bathroom before going home. This may have proved futile... but meanwhile, I should mention when I'm wearing I often just get used to letting myself pee as the feeling comes to me, so sometimes I notice and sometimes it sort of just happens by impulse. Its just so much easier than running to the bathroom all the time. This probably is not a good long term habit to keep, but hell, what can I say. This is how I roll I guess? So I went to TJ Max to look for summer clothes. I had time to kill before the phone calls I had to make for work, so I went in there and picked a bunch of stuff out. I realized it was a bit futile trying to pick up shorts and jumpsuits because trying them on padded doesn't give the best idea of what they are gonna fit like WITHOUT a nighttime diaper on your crotch, but hey, what're you gonna do. Warm weather is upon us and I dont have shit for short sleeves to wear. SO I went in the dressing room, tried on my stuff, picked a bunch of stuff to buy, and went back to find some bras and panties (can't try those on so I generally shop for those after I've tried stuff on. I bought picked some bras and some more of these skinnygirl compression panties I like to wear whether diapered or not, which I have been meaning to do anyways. ) I sort of checked and realized I was already really wet. I'd only been in the store for 45 minutes, but I guess the last drink of water from my nalgene had really filled me up. This was surprising because I kinda hadn't noticed it got that wet that fast. I think when you're wearing and peeing constantly your body tells itself to produce more urine. Maybe? Ok, so I stand in line, feeling the stupid soggy thing between my legs NOT held up by anything. Im standing between one man in front of me and two men in back of me, and I feel the urge to pee again and try to hold it back, not thinking necessarily I would leak out of the diaper, but was just starting to get worried I'd gone so much without noticing and just wanted to see if I could hold it. I was also worried I smelled bad and didnt want to create any more bad smell (I dont know whether I did or not, but I sometimes worry). ANYWAYS, I pay, chatting with the cashier, I realize I sort of just let myself start peeing the last bit I had in me. I'd gotten so used to just letting go! Anyways just as I was waiting for my credit card to go through I I felt a single trick run down my leg. This was kind of a strange feeling because I so rarely leak, and if I do, often whatever underwear I wear over the diaper will kind of soak it up. NOT THE CASE. The diaper was NOT having it. I was done peeing but I could feel it just not absorbing anymore and leaking out. As I walked back to my card I felt wetness just keep falling under my skirt on my legs, and some ran down my legs. So my skirt had gotten a bit wet, but I was mostly worried about my shoes! (they are just sneakers but I only have one pair of sneakers...I had just returned the new pair, as I mentioned earlier in the story, because they didnt fit quite right when I brought them home). Anyways, I get to my car, get a change, and go back to the bathroom (again) to change. OK! no more brains to write for today, but thats how the day went. Note, I started writing this on Tuesday night but forgot to post until today, and I dont have the head to doublecheck it 10 times, so if any of the tenses seem wrong, thats why! The moral of this story? You can do anything in a long skirt. Pretty much anything. OK thanks for reading!!!
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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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  25. Getting the car cleaned up before leaving on a trip when this happened. Started with a small trickle and I just couldn't stop it. I just stood in the driveway beside my car and wet my pants. Total accident, as I'm not one to wet myself during the day when the neighbors are out.
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  26. I was once on a train that had no toilets. The seats were in a group of six, with three facing another three, and opposite me there was a gent, maybe in his med to late twenties who was sat on the end seat and looking around. He had his legs crossed and was bouncing his knee and I was so so wanting to comment and ask if he needed the toilet. He definitely appeared to be. Conversely I once found myself in a lecture theatre with hundreds of other students in an afternoon lecture and I hadn’t managed to get to the toilets since I had got up first thing that morning. As the lecture droned on and on I was getting more restless and fidgety and moving around. As time went on I leaned forward and tensed up as I was so bursting and trying anxiously to wait. I remember the person next to me leaning in and whispering ‘it shouldn’t be too much longer. Do you think you can wait?’ I found the fact that someone had actually mentioned my desperation so incredible that it really turned me on which helped me hold on. However I never had the courage to turn and see who it was as I was so embarrassed. Have you ever commented on a strangers or friends desperation before they admitted they had to go? Or has someone commented on yours without you saying you had to go? How did you feel about it?
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  27. At the time of posting, this club is pretty dead in terms of activity. I want(ed) to change that. This thread will be a repository of any queer commissions I work on that the customer gave me a thumbs-up to share. I will clearly tag every story with BOLD UNDERLINED ALLCAPS to indicate what it contains. IE, NO MESSING means that it will be free of messing - Using that as an example since a fair few people aren't into that, but it is something I frequently write. Unfortunately for the men loving men/masc loving masc folks, I do not write anything of the sort - I'm a trans, nonbinary woman and a lesbian, and it's something I personally cannot stand to write. Hopefully somebody will pop up to help fill that void, though! If you want to commission something for yourself or to share with the community, please DM me - My rates are reasonably cheap and I'm all too happy to receive the motivation to practice better writing. My next post will contain one story, featuring characters from Pokémon, though it may be some time before I get the post up.
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  28. This happened a few years ago but I recently relayed it to a friend which has reminded me. It was truly the most agonisingly desperate I have ever been in public and maybe ever. I was 16, studying for my GCSEs, when my class went to see a play that we were studying for our literature GCSE. It was in the evening of course and at the time I was on a crash diet so just prior to leaving I had a meal replacement shake and a tin of soup. As these were in the place of food I failed to consider them as liquid that maybe I shouldn't consume just before the theatre. We arrived with very little time to spare and the foyer and bar area were very crowded with a long queue for the toilets. For this reason, despite needing to go, I decided I would have no problem holding it until the interval (failing to consider the shake and soup). My friend got drinks for us both and returned to me with two very large cups of coke. Either they had run out of medium cups and so charged the same price for a large or she had just got large because she didn't know what I wanted, I don't remember exactly. We went into the theatre and took our seats, on the front row of the balcony which was very cramped due to the age of the theatre. I was squished in between my friend and a male teacher who sat with his legs spread due to the limited leg room. It was not comfortable. Ten minutes in I realised that not going to the toilet first had been a mistake because I had become desperate. But I continued to drink the coke believing it wouldn't have time to get through my body before the interval anyway. By half an hour into the show I was bursting, my bladder an extremely uncomfortable presence, my thighs pressed tightly together and I was wishing fervently for the interval to come soon. I had already drunk all of the coke because thirst is a side effect of crash dieting as anyone familiar with it will know. The interval never came. It turned out that the play had no interval but simply ran uninterrupted for almost three hours. I sat in my seat, trapped between my friend and teacher in the middle of the front row (of the balcony, it was a school trip after all and they're the cheapest seats) for over two more hours with my bladder in desperate agony. The only thing keeping me going was that I believed the interval to be due any moment and later that the play must be about to end. My heart was pounding with fear that I might wet myself, something which had never seemed possible to me beyond childhood as I had a strong bladder and routinely held throughout whole school days or trips out. But this intensity of desperation was unprecedented, I held on in agony as I feared that my poor bladder might simply give way. When the show finally ended I felt no relief as I knew I then had to wait through everyone filing out of the seats and the inevitable post show toilet queue and every second was another second of pain. We finally headed out of the auditorium and down some stairs, my bladder providing fresh agony with every step, only to find it led straight to the street outside where we were being lined up and counted onto the coach. Thankfully my friend was also in desperate need and we asked a teacher if we could run back inside and he reluctantly allowed us. The best part was that when we got there, after waiting in a luckily short queue, the two of us stood in front of the vacated cubicle going "you first" "no you first" until a second one opened up. (Going through doors together is just as exhausting, I usually give in first and accept her politeness.) And then I had possibly the most relieving pee of my life. Except that when you're that full it takes a good few seconds of peeing before you start to feel any relief. So that's the story of the most desperate I've ever been in public (since childhood anyway). It wasn't enjoyable for me at the time but it's fun to look back on.
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    Yes you can do it Dakota! And no, I'm totally not rooting for her because I want the most drawn out desperation in a western omo comic, who says??
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  30. At waterparks, I would walk around between pools letting out spurts and dribbles. I would even dare to bend over while standing in line for the slides, letting out some more spurts, before moving around all fidgety, pretending that I do need to go to the toilet badly.
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    I love this so much.. thank you👍
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  32. A world where your dreams can become reality...... Where you can live out your fantasies.. And be happy forever...... Wouldn't that be a wonderful world? Wouldn't it be a paradise? Wouldn't it be much easier than reality? So much better..... So much less Painful.... So much more fulfilling..... Won't you please join me? ======================================================================================================================================= [Chapter 1: Intro] "Mmmmnnn..." A soft groan, as the rays of the morning sun peeked through a set of half-closed blinds.... Gently rousing the previously sleeping figure just in view of the window. A toss, a turn, and a yawn heralded the eventual awakening of the subject hidden beneath the blanketed bed.... A boy in teal pajamas, with messy brown hair. Tossing his covers aside, and kicking off the side of the bed, the surroundings were the same as ever to him. A sizable room, with a computer on a desk an the far end, a swivel chair that had spun about the opposite way, a dresser that likely contained his clothes to the side, a closet that held his other things in the corner, the blinds that betrayed delayed slumber habits letting in peeks from the windows.... And, naturally, several large posters on the wall of the famous idol, Mu. A majestic beauty, with flawless, creamy light skin....Long, white hair that dangled off the side in a cute ponytail... Round and soft violet-shaded eyes, a low-cut white dress that teased at her picturesque, not-too big, or too small breasts, and knee-high white socks, that ended with matching white, heeled shoes. Some of the other posters were of various angles, be it from above, to the side, or even nearly risque from-below views.... The idol's face lightly flushed, but not adverse...... And in the corner of every single poster.... Was a beautifully-written signature, gracing each and every one with the mark of approval.... The signature of Mu herself, with a small heart next to each of them. "Mmm.. Good morning, my Idol~" the boy called to the posters, standing on his tip-toes to kiss at one of the posters with a side view.... Drawn to look like one was walking beside her, as he started to go through his dresser... Pulling out a uniform, and tossing it haphazardly behind him on the bed. A quick shutting of the dresser, and the swivel chair was spun back around.... The boy quickly taking a seat and firing up the computer, without even looking behind him to ensure the clothes reached their destination. No, uniforms could wait...... Today was a special day.... Something he confirmed for the sixth or seventh time over the course of the past two days... A mixture concert and lottery! The concert, naturally, was to be held by none other than Mu herself... But the lottery? Not only was it a year-long, free-pass to all of her concerts....But you also got to talk to her! For five whole minutes! With only one of her handlers around! "I waited in line for three hours for the first ticket..." the boy called to himself, reaching into his pajama top to pull out a.......Ticket, held in a locket. [001] Naturally, as her biggest fan, no other number would be appropriate..... As browsing on the web for a few minutes, followed by some feverish typing...Eventually lead to the boy standing up, clutching his ticket, and pumping his fists. "Alright! It's time to go!" the boy called, quickly changing into his uniform... A greyish white, unbuttoned blazer, a forest green, button-up shirt beneath, and long, black pants that ended with brown loafers. "I'll be seeing you, my Idol!" The boy waved his hand back at the myriad of posters, and started out of his bedroom... Revealing a rather...modest apartment building that was mostly barren... Save for his bag near the door, a fridge, and an oven on the far end. He scooped up the bag, grabbed his keys, and darted out into the bright, sunny morning.... Starting on his morning jog to school. "Kishimai High School.." he stated to himself again, recounting the past few days. He'd been transferred here a few months back, it felt. Moved to his own building, tuition free, and was introduced to the lovely Idol Mu... "Morning, Senpai!" "Good to see you, Senpai!" "You're looking great, Senpai!" Plus, to his surprise, a whole school that was filled to the brim with girls! Not that he particularly minded the myriad of girls, in all shapes and sizes.... But, it seemed disproportionately female to him. He couldn't remember if he knew a single male student other than himself, as he paced into the school grounds. "Thank you, thank you.." Of course, while there were girls tall and small... Shapely, or flat...or anything in between, all that could tick various marks of appeal, he would only commit himself to his one, true Idol, Mu! "Aaahh...I..It's an emergency...!" a soft voice cried out, music to his ears as he suddenly swerved to the left.... Beside the brilliant, majestic school building, and juuuuuust a short ways into the school gardens.... Was a modestly endowed girl, with long, braided teal hair, shifting wildly in place as she looked at a small patch of flowers. Her hands were buried in the black uniform skirt of school, though based on her destination... It wasn't going to be there long. The boy didn't dare interrupt such an affair, merely watching as the skirt was rolled up, and a silky green fabric was tugged down, marred with damp tension....As the girl knelt down beside the bed of flowers. "Haaaaaah...!" the girl sighed contently, as a healthy spray gushed from the girl's personal faucet, pale-yellow liquid splashing, and pooling in the soil of the gardens. "Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh... Gotta stop drinking so much tea first thing in the day.... Ohhh, at least the stain's small...." The boy gave a small smile, getting a nice view of creamy thighs and shapely posterior.....Before turning to move on along to class. chuckling a bit. "Mmm... Always nice to see a Moon in the morning." he mused to himself with a chuckle, closing his eyes and picturing it once more. If there was something else notable about the school than it's copious amount of females... "Ahhhnnn.....Why is it always like this?!" "C'mon, let me go ahead of you...!" "N-N-No way... If i wait any longer, it's gonna be a crisis.." Was the seeming popularity of nearly-popping piddle pots. It seemed almost every break, every recess from scholastic, every moment he wasn't focused on schoolwork... "Ahhh..!!! Sorry, but it's coming out..!" one of the girl's voices wailed as she charged into the girl's bathroom... Without waiting for an opening. He ponders for a few moments if she'll manage to find some last-second relief method, but then moves right along. 'Not adverse to the idea, of course..' he thought with another small grin, as he paced down the halls. 'Though, I do wish more girls would stumble into the men's room for their relief.' I mean, he was practically the only guy around... What harm would ti be for them to.. make use of it? Soon enough though, class was upon him... Cutting out the majority of these fantasies, as he feigned interest in his class. The teachers at the school were nice, and helpful enough...But, he felt like he already knew everything they had to teach. A lesson would come up, he'd acknowledge it, and he'd mentally tune out as he solved assigned problems... Then started to idly sketch in his notebook, waiting for class to come to a close..... "And don't forget to read the next chapter, before tomorrow's lesson!" the teacher called, just as the bell rang. "We'll be going over it then!" He'd already finished the book, but glancing over it later couldn't hurt too much... As he packed his things away, and started out to his next class, watching the line at the girl's with another sly grin.... Before resigning himself to his math class. 'Add the bed, subtract the clothes...' he mused lightly in his head as he glanced over some of the girls. 'Divide the legs, and..' "Pssst... Senpai, do you know how this works? I'm totally lost..." "Pray... Oh, yeah sure." he responded, snapping out of his...questionable thoughts, as he leaned over. "You just gotta..." Even if he got everything easily, didn't mean everyone did... But, he thoroughly enjoyed being able to help any of the girls that came his way for help. It was noble, it was just... And he certainly wasn't thinking anything lewd as he looked them over... Like how his current charge's black bra strap was showing under her uniform top....... The ringing of the bell ended his little tutoring session, but prompted something much more enjoyable.... "Lunch!" He always enjoyed lunch time...For the school's surprisingly delectable selection, and also.... "Senpai, do you wanna eat lunch with me?" A shapely, red haired girl called with a bright smile. "Oh, sure thing, Ayam-" he started, going to return the smile... "Get away from me, you braindead, horndog, chimpanzee." Only to hear a completely different voice from the girl.. Her hair...changing colors to brown, and the bright smile being replaced with a loathsome scowl. He blinked a few times, and rubbed his eyes, seeing a black pattern over the girl's head for a few moments, before returning to the red haired girl again. "Senpai? Are you okay?" the girl asked, his nose picking up the scent of strawberries...As he lightly shook his head. "Uh...Yeah... Sure." he remarked, brushing his hair with his hands lightly. "C'mon... Let's go." The lunchroom was lively, but not too loud, as he quietly ate lunch... Pondering if he'd just imagined the scowl, and black patterns. 'Usually, even the coarser girls are a bit more...' he thought, thinking of the dozens, if not hundreds he'd seen. 'Gentle, with their words..' He didn't have too long to ponder about the mysterious occurrences, as the table next to his had some... action. "Hm? Where are you going, Megu?" a shapely girl, with black hair called over to another, far smaller dark haired girl... That lightly quivered as she turned her head.. "H..hm...I...I just need a minute..." the petite girl responded... Someone else leaning over. "She's going to the bathroom, Yun." another girl, with messy blonde hair called in a quiet tone... But not too quiet for him to pick up.. "Ah? But I thought 'Crimson Demons Don't need to use the bathroom'" the shapely girl responded, prompting a flinch from the smaller girl... And another smile to curl at the boy's lips. 'Ah yes... The Crimson Demon.' he thought to himself, feeling his own face flushing a bit. 'Great power, super totally actually a mage... And just.. too bold for her own good.' "R..Right... Right, I'm just going to the... Uh...Getting to science early!" she stated, quickly. "I've gotta catch up on some work... A...And a crimson demon is never late, either!" "Really..?" the shapely girl responded in a disbelieving tone... As the boy decided to make his move. "Right! Let's go then." he stated, firmly. "I'll help you with that work. If you don't object of course..." The petite girl flinched, but gave a small nod, eyes glancing to the lunchroom doors. "R..right.. .S..sure.." she stated quietly, looking like she was regretting her words already. "L...lead the way, senpai.." He waved a goodbye to the red haired girl, and started along with the petite black haired girl... Watching her stagger, and shift every few steps....Pausing to let her catch up, before he came upon a... certain area.. "Ah, go on ahead..." he stated, stopping outside of another set of bathrooms. "Crimson demons may not need to go, but a lowly human like me has to." He could practically feel the flush-tration coming off of the girl as he ducked into the barren men's room.. Moving specifically to the middle stall, as he shut and latched the door... Above the commode, was what looked like some kind of chiseled drawing of some kind of bird with a long beak.... A toucan? A Stork? He wasn't entirely sure, but just a little below the bird's beak.... Was a small hole, that he could press against the wall and peer through to see straight into one of the stalls in the girl's room, into one of the squat toilets.... It was a long shot...... Four stalls, to one peephole..... It was unlikely, even given he'd lead the crimson demon to the bathroom with a bursting piddle pot, but he had a feeling today was his lucky day.... A thought confirmed as he heard the rattling of the door, seeing it rock a bit as someone on the other end struggled to open it......Prompting his heart to race... 'Here it comes...!' he thought to himself.....Before the door flew open and..... "Hrnnngh....Stupid...creep.." the grumbling of a girl's voice called, prompting a light flinch from the boy... As he could see the familiar face of the...angry brown haired girl his friend had briefly (seemingly) Transformed into, as she latched the door. "K..Keeping me in that lunchroom for so long.... After classes have been going on forever..." The girl had a long, black dress in lieu of the school's shorter skirts.... Prompting her to slide her hands down to roll it up her hips. "If he'd kept me any longer.... I'd have...have had to kill him..." she snarled, pale blue fabric being slid down her legs.... Part of it significantly darker than the rest of it, as some light dribbles could be seen on the floor beneath her... "Hnnngnhhhh... .Ahhhhh.. Haaaaaaaahhhhhnnn.." the girl groaned, grumbled... .and then sighed.... No mere stream, but a healthy, out and out gushing starting to spray all over the commode.... Puddling a pale, clear yellow lake under her. Her scowl had melted to a neutral, almost-half smile.... And her scornful eyes had fluttered close... Looking.... Looking like quite a pleasant, cute girl..... As her body pumped out what seemed like pints of pent-up piddle.... The boy finding himself unable to stop staring through the little peephole.... For what felt like a small eternity. His heart was pounding, his mind was racing.... And yet, as the girl's eyes opened.... Almost as if they looked straight to him.... He saw the blackness, and backed away... Wondering if he'd been spotted...... Daring to peek back in, and flinching to see the red haired girl he'd had lunch with, in place of the brown haired angry girl. pale blue with a wet splotch had been replaced with a deep red with a similar stain, as the girl stood up, wiping herself down. "Mmm.. I hope senpai's okay.." she sounded to herself, turning around as she pulled her underwear up... A skirt that only fluttered to her mid-thigh landing down, as the boy backed out of his peeping spot once more.... "Did...Did I really see that.." he asked himself quietly, vividly remembering the angry, brown haired girl.... But then, the red haired one. "Or... or, is something going on..." He left the stall, washed his hands, and...quietly waited, to see who would come out of the girl's room.... One minute.... Two....Three.... And yet, no one left it. He was starting to think something was wrong with him, as the bell started to ring... Prompting his attention elsewhere. "Shit.. I can't be late for class!" he snapped, sprinting down the filling halls, moving towards his science class, thoughts racing.... What was that black thing he kept seeing? Who was the brown haired girl? Where did the crimson demon go..? "Ah, if you'll take your seat.." the teacher's voice called, prompting him to take his thoughts to his chair, as he mentally recounted the scenes again...... 'Don't think I've seen her before...' he though, quietly. 'And... the way she just.. takes the place of her.. What's going on..' He thought for a few scant moments about this, before noticing the figure sitting next to him... A squirming, shifting, writhing figure of petite status.... Hands buried in her lap, and teeth clenched as she suffered in silence... The 'Crimson Demon', in clearly dire straits.... "Well, maybe I can think about that later..' he thought to himself as he grabbed his pencil and glanced over at the squirming subject, starting to feel his worries melting away. 'Between this, the concert, and the lottery, I've got enough on my plate..' And probably the lesson too....You know, if he felt like it... ==================================================================================================================================
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  33. This was fun, I enjoyed it. Good premise that you followed through on. The characters are nice as well, and feel full (in more ways than one).
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  35. View File JAV - DLSL-254DL - Drunken Girl Toilet Accidents These Japanese women are drunk. They make their ways to the washroom, sometimes with the help of a friends, and then try to pee, if they can remember to remove their panties, or trousers, or where the toilet is. Fun, drunken, bathroom accidents. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/09/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing
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  36. An amazing story. I've known a couple of girls who wet themselves in high school, but not on purpose while being desperate; just regular 'accidents'. One during a college entrance exam, just kept spurting and dribbling in her panties and dark blue tights, getting her dark blue skirt wet, but during the break, although very wet and she said not too noticeable, she really wet herself (more) standing in line for the girls room and made a bee line (pee line?) for the boys bathroom, dashing into an empty stall while wetting her panties/tights....wow, too bad I missed it; she told me in detail about it (known I love accidents/wetting). She also wet herself on a bus wearing a light blue dress, which got all wet as she sat lone in the back of the bus, misjudging how high she pulled up her dress as she lost control. The back was soaked and see through...she was wearing white cotton bikini panties and everyone clearly knew she had an accident. Had I been on the bus I certainly would have in my pants! Sadly her accidents in high school stopped by college...
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  37. Chapter 55 Aiden was having a version of a recurring dream, one that used to happen oh too frequently, although less so these days, but always ended with the same results. In it, he was absolutely busting to do a piddle, but he was at school, and everyone was watching him. For some reason, he couldn’t use the boys room, and he was running around the playground holding himself desperately, knowing that he was about to have an accident. He turned the corner of a building, and found salvation. There was a porta loo, with no one around. He hurried inside, shutting the door, just as he felt the first bit of slight warmth in the front of his pants. In his dream, he wasted no time in pulling them down, sitting on the toilet mere seconds before he lost complete control. Ahhhh. The relief was amazing and instantaneous, although he was dimly aware of a mysterious spreading warmth underneath his bum..... “Aiden? Wake up Tiger, time for school.” What the heck was his mum doing in the toilet with him, and why was she telling him that it was time for school? He was already at school. It didn’t make any sense. “Come on son, wake up,” his mums voice insisted, and suddenly there was a weight on his shoulder, and he was being shaken. The boy awoke with a start, feeling the last bit of hot liquid trickling down between his thighs, and spreading out around his bottom. He clamped his hand between his legs, but it was already too late, and he got a handful of saturated flannel pyjamas. “Hey! You’re alive buddy,” his mother said, smiling at him as he opened his eyes. “What’s wrong Aiden?” “Think I’m wet again,” he replied sadly, looking away. His mother didn’t drop her smile. She patted him gently on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it Tiger. Come on. Hop up and grab a shower. I’ll take care of your bed.” He nervously pulled the blankets off, and looked down. His green Ben 10 pyjamas were soaked, as was the fluffy white towel that he slept on, for you know, “just in case.” He sighed despondently, and swung his legs out from under his outer space themed doona, with its colourful pictures of planets, stars and spaceships on it. “Go on sweetie, you run along and have a shower. I’ll bring your clothes in shortly.” The little boy quickly did a hobbling duck walk down the hall, hoping that his big sister wouldn’t see him first. A few minutes later, and he was in the shower, trying to cleanse his body of its shameful state, his pyjamas in a wet heap on the floor. His mother knocked, then entered without waiting to be invited, carrying his school clothes, and underwear for the day. Unlike Dan, Aiden didn’t flinch or try to turn away. His mother saw him naked all the time. After all, she had done so all his life, and as yet, nothing about his body had changed in any way to make him feel any different. It was strange in a way. He felt extreme embarrassment about his lack of development around other boys, but none around his mother, while most other boys his age were the complete opposite. They felt more embarrassed at the thought of their parents seeing them naked, rather than their friends. “Thanks mum,” he said softly, as she collected his wet pj’s, soon to be added to his sodden bedding and taken to the laundry. “It’s okay sweetie. Accidents happen. Now hurry up! Dads home for breakfast for a change, and he can even take you to school.” Aiden turned and smiled through a veil of shampoo. She knew that would cheer him up. As she stripped his bed, she smiled to herself. She had known last night that this would happen. It always did when the boy got over tired, like he was after camp yesterday. The signs had been easy to spot as well. Especially when he hadn’t been his usual talkative self, not even discussing his adventures at camp a lot, apart from admitting to her in private that yes, he had wet the bed on the first night. Then, he had excused himself straight after dinner, and went to his room, instead of arguing with his sister over the television. The final clue had been a bit later, when she had surprised him with a mug of hot chocolate, and found him sprawled on his bedroom floor playing with his old action figures. When he was tired, his old toys usually made an appearance somewhere! Her smile turned into a grin as she remembered his startled reaction when she had walked in, and how he had blushed! She knew that he still liked to play sometimes, but he always tried to hide it, especially from his daddy. She walked past the dining room on the way to the laundry, carrying the soiled laundry, and her husband raised an inquisitive eye. “He wet again,” she said, by way of explanation. “He was tired Sean, don’t give him a hard time about it eh? He really can’t help it you know.” Sean sighed. “I know that Beck. I really do. I don’t mean to give him a hard time at all, but I had hoped he’d have grown out of it by now. He’s thirteen, for Christ’s sake!” “It doesn’t matter how old he his,” Rebecca explained, loading the sheets and pyjamas into the machine. “Thirteen is just a number. He’s still very small for his age. Some kids just take longer, that’s all. Remember what the doctor said?” Sean smiled, nodding his head. “Yeah yeah yeah. I remember. I know it’s not his fault. I just wish we could help him. How did he go at camp?” “Wet himself the first night,” she said grimly, and saw her husband wince. “Ouch. Poor little guy. How did the other kids take it?” “Dunno. He didn’t want to talk about it,” she told him. “But it looks like he made a few friends! They introduced him to their folks and everything. He was even sitting with them on the bus. They seem like nice boys, but they’re huge compared to him, especially this one boy, Matthew.” “That’s great Honey,” her husband said with a smile. “I told you he’d enjoy it.” “Sean, baby, I want to talk to you about his sleep wetting before he comes down, and especially before Caitlyn gets up.” “So, talk,” he said, getting up to pour another coffee. “Look babe. He IS getting better with it, you know that. His accident at camp, and again last night, are completely understandable. He was probably super excited, and a bit scared at camp, and last night, the poor little bugger was exhausted.” “I know that Beck. I’m not upset. You know me better than that. What’s your point?” “Well, his accident at camp was his first one in nearly two weeks. Before that, it was about three weeks ago. We all know he’s starting to get over it, but...” “Buuuuut?” Sean echoed, winking at her. She couldn’t help herself, and gave a chuckle. “Buuuuuut, even though he’s getting better, can you imagine how bad he must’ve felt at camp? Even if they didn’t pick on him, the poor kid must’ve been miserable waking up in a wet bed in front of his friends.” Sean’s smile melted into a frown, and he nodded his head grimly. “I agree babe, he would’ve been. But what’s your point?” She sighed, bracing herself for her next comment. “Well, are you still planning on taking him away with you on that job for Mario?” Sean looked around nervously, putting a finger to his lips. “Shhhh! You know that’s supposed to be a surprise! I don’t want to tell him until he goes on holidays. I know he’s not looking forward to just staying home, moping around and playing by himself as usual. But yes, Mario rang me yesterday. I’ve got the painting contract, and the boy is more than welcome to come as well. Apparently there’s going to be a few kids going, but I’ve got no idea how many, or how old they are. But Tiger will definitely have other kids to play with at least. I reckon he’ll be wrapped to go away with me, especially when he finds out that other kids are going to be there! It’ll be a great chance for him to make some new friends.” “I agree totally babe. I think it’s great. I just wish me and Caitlyn could come too. But have you thought about what’s going to happen if he has an accident up there? All these new kids are going to see it, and you’ll have to help him clean up, and do the laundry, wash his clothes, all that sort of stuff. It’ll be hard on him, and extra work for you as well.” Sean scratched his chin thoughtfully. “As usual, you’re right Beck. But I do want to take him. He can’t just hide away here every night of his life. What do you expect me to do? Leave him home? Not take him?” “No Sean, I want him to go with you, of course I do. But I don’t want him getting all upset, or making extra work for you to do.” “So, whaddya want to do about it?” “Sean, I know you don’t like it, but I really think we should get the little Tiger some night time protection to wear. Some pull ups or something.” She knew Sean’s opinions on that, and saw him grimace, but she hurried on with her explanation. “I’m not saying full time. Just for the trip away. It could save him a lot of embarrassment, and you some extra laundry. If he spends all day running around and getting tired, it’s bound to happen at least once.” “But babe. Don’t you think that could make him lazy? Like it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t pee before bed or something?” “For Gods sake Sean! He’s not lazy! He can’t help it. Even if he was lazy, which he’s not, he certainly would’ve done everything in his power to not wet the bed at camp! I think we should relent, and get him some pull ups for the trip, just in case. Hey, you can still remind him to go before bed. It’s just some added insurance, that’s all.” Sean sighed, but smiled. “As usual Beck, you’re right. You know I don’t really like my teenage boy wearing diapers. I really think that he’ll grow out of it a lot quicker if we don’t, uh, accomodate him? If that’s the right way of saying it?” Becky started to protest, but he put his hand up to stop her. “But like I said, I guess you’re right. It probably will go better for the little hurricane if he doesn’t have to worry about it so much. But, just for the trip, not after, agreed?” “What trip dad?” An innocent little voice said, causing them to spin towards the door, where Aiden stood, dressed in his school uniform, but still barefoot, carrying his socks and shoes in his hands, which explained why they hadn’t heard him walking down the hall. “Ah, nothing mate. I might have to go away for a few days for work, that’s all.” Aidens cherubic face darkened. “Aww dad! Not on the school holidays? I thought we was going to do stuff together. That sucks. I wish I could come with you...” Sean ruffled the small boys hair. “Don’t worry Tiger, I’m sure we’ll find heaps of stuff to do on your holiday. Now come on. Sit down and have some brekky. I’ll take you to school today, okay?” The boy broke into a huge smile. “Thanks dad. That’d be awesome!” ——————————————- Morning recess at St Marks was a lot quieter than usual on the junior campus. There were at least thirty students, probably more, absent from the grade eight classes. Some were sick, while some others were simply staying home after having such a full two days at camp. Scott and Matt kicked a football back and forwards between themselves. It was better than doing nothing, but not as much fun without Ali and Dan. It was always better when you had to battle against an opponent. Aiden walked past, looking at them longingly, but he didn’t want to ask if he could play too. Danny wasn’t there, and while the two boys had been nice to him, he knew that he had a lot more in common with Dan. He decided to go find his friends from the year seven classes instead. Unfortunately for Aiden, the word had spread about his night time accident at camp, courtesy of some grade eight boys telling their younger brothers, and the story had spread like wildfire. Although his usual playmates weren’t exactly mean to him, they were a bit standoffish, and a lot of the younger boys made fun of him. He soon gave up, and spent the rest of recess sitting by himself, watching Scott and Matt playing kick-to-kick, although they didn’t notice him. “Man, it’s quiet without the guys here,” Scott remarked to the larger boy, as they headed towards the water fountain for a much needed drink before classes resumed. “What’re we gonna do at lunchtime? Same again?” “Sorry Scotty. I’ve got that fucking lunchtime detention that Davies gave me, remember? Today and tomorrow.” “Aww man! What the fuck am I s’posed to do then?” Matt chuckled. “Dunno mate. I’ll swap you if ya like? You do my detention, I’ll hang around outside.” Scotty chuckled, and put his arm around the bigger kids shoulders. “Nah buddy. I’ll be fine. You enjoy yourself, okay?” The siren sounded, and they headed back to class, with Matthew explaining that he would have a ten minute window to eat his lunch, use the bathroom, and get to his punishment. Scotty thought that really sucked. —————————————— At lunchtime, Scott and Matt sat together as usual, eating their lunch. The main topic of conversation was how grossly unfair it was that they had to attend school on Monday. Vacation was starting on Tuesday, something to do with a public holiday during the break, but the boys thought it was so stupid, having to come to school for just one day, before the two week break. Meanwhile, Aiden sat all by himself, trying to ignore the occasional jibes of “bed wetter,” or “baby” that the other boys directed at him. He was beginning to feel very lonely, especially since the “little kids” didn’t want to play with him either. He supposed that he’d just spend the break sitting in the library, alone. After he ate, Matt said goodbye to his mate, and headed to the boys room to relieve himself and wash his hands. As he was doing the latter, he saw Robbie walk in behind him, and was surprised when the big Aboriginal boy smiled at him. “G’day Matt. Ya ready for this?” Matt was surprised to say the least. “For what, big fella?” “Detention you dork! Remember? I got it as well. For what I did to Aids.” He shrugged. “Guess I deserve it. It was a shitfull thing to do to the kid.” Matt didn’t argue, but he waited for the bigger boy to wash his hands, and they walked out together, and headed for the detention room, making small talk about nothing in particular. As they walked past Aiden, who had finished his lunch, and was about to go hide in the library, Matt was surprised when Robbie nodded at the boy, said hello, and continued on his way, saying nothing mean to him at all. If Matthew was surprised, then Aiden was stunned. He’d seen the two big year eight boys approaching, and knowing that Rob was about to serve a detention because of him, and he was expecting some rudeness at best. He’d just hoped that Matt’s presence might stop the bigger boy from inflicting some sort of physical retribution on him. After the surprise greeting, Aiden made eye contact with Matt, who raised his eyebrows in a look of shared wonder with him. Feeling like he’d dodged a bullet, he sighed, now more relaxed, but still not looking forward to just sitting quietly by himself for the next fifty minutes. He dropped his rubbish in the bin, and with his head lowered, started the trek towards the library, where a lot of the other losers, nerds, dorks, and outcasts spent their time. Scott has just finished his lunch, and was a bit surprised when he saw his mate walking up the quadrangle on his way to detention, side by side with Rob, the guy who had started the whole thing in the first place. He was more surprised when they passed Aiden, and the bigger kid had appeared to speak pleasantly to him. The momentary look of shock on Aidens face showed just how much he was surprised as well! Scott sighed, feeling a bit lost. He was a popular kid amongst his peers, but he ALWAYS spent his break times with his oldest friends, and of late, Danny as well. Not knowing what to do with himself now, he picked up his football, and thought he may as well just put it back into his locker, as he couldn’t be bothered trying to find someone else to play with. Then he noticed little Aiden trudging morosely towards the library, and had an idea. “AIDEN! AIDS! YO! OVER HERE!” The smallest boy in year eight flinched at first, expecting more teasing about his bed wetting episode to be shouted across the playground, although there was something familiar about that voice... He turned around slowly, scanning the faces around him, until his eyes settled on Scott, looking at him expectantly. Scott shouted and waved at him, wiggling the football around. “Hey Aids! Wanna play?” Aiden was stunned. Here was one of the popular kids singling him out, not for teasing or abuse, but actually asking him to play! His face broke into a huge grin, and he started running towards his new friend. “You betcha Scotty,” he shouted back in his high pitched, unbroken voice. The eyes of dozens of boys in the playground looked on in disbelief, as the two boys ran towards the oval together. ——————————————— Rob and Matt were chatting away between themselves until they got to the door of the classroom where detention was held. They knew that for the next fifty minutes, they would be subjected to silent reading only, under the watchful gaze of Father Ryan, and it would be very boring. However, upon entering the room, they found not the elderly priest, but Mr Davies, seated behind the raised desk at the front of the class. “Welcome gentlemen. Please come in, and take a seat. I want you two to sit up here in the front row, beside each other.” The two boys exchanged a slightly worried look, not understanding what was going on. Robbie was a veteran of detention, and although Matt was generally a good boy, he himself had spent a day or two in the room before. This was completely out of the ordinary. Usually, the kids were deliberately spaced away from each other, even sat in different rows, so there could be no communication or distraction of one another. But, they did as they were told, and took the two seats directly in front of the teachers desk. What happened next was an even bigger surprise. Mr Davies got up, walked around to the front of his desk, and perched casually on it, looking down upon the errant boys with a smile. “Okay guys. Talk to me,” he said calmly. “You both know why you’re here. Tell me what happened.” Neither boy spoke, but they did exchange a confused glance with each other. “Come on boys. I’m not going to bite. Tell me what that little fracas was all about. Matthew?” Matt was never overly talkative at the best of times, especially when talking to a teacher. He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing much Sir. You were there. You saw it. But we kinda sorted it out now. We’re all good, aren’t we Rob?” But before Rob could answer, the teacher tried again. “That’s excellent Mr Jackson. I’m pleased. As you get older, you’ll soon learn that life is too short to have enemies or carry grudges. I’m happy you boys have sorted your differences out. But that’s not what I asked, is it? I asked you to tell me, in your own words, what exactly happened.” Matt shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not knowing where to look. He knew that the teacher had witnessed the entire incident, including Aiden getting pantsed, and he really didn’t want to drop Robbie in the shit again by going into too much detail. “I guess I got angry at Robbie sir. I don’t think he meant any harm, but he kinda played a joke on little Aiden. You saw what happened sir. I’m sure Rob here didn’t know that like Aids was wearing a, um, like that thing he was wearing, but he was, and everybody laughed at him, and he got all upset. I guess I overreacted. You know. I didn’t think about it. I know I shouldn’t of done it sir. I just felt bad for Aids. That’s all.” Mr Davies smiled. “Thank you Mr Jackson. Very eloquent. I’m sure it won’t happen again either.” Turning his attention to Rob, he asked pretty much the same question. “Mr Williams. Care to tell me what happened in the Grand Hall please?” Rob lowered his eyes. “I was being a dickhead sir, ah, I’m sorry, I meant...” The teacher chuckled. “It’s ok Williams. I agree. You WERE being a dickhead. Just don’t let Father Ryan hear you say that! But why? Why were you being a dickhead?” It was Robbies turn to shrug. “Dunno sir. I honestly didn’t mean anything bad by it. I never meant to hurt Aiden or anything, and I really didn’t know what he was wearing, I swear. It just kinda happened spontunelessley.” “Spontaneously is the word your looking for Rob. But I get it. Please continue.” “Well, I was walking behind him, and I saw he had baggy sweatpants on, and I just kinda got a sudden idea it’d be really funny if I pantsed him. It was a stupid idea. It just seemed like a good idea all of a sudden. Wish I hadn’t of done it though.” “Why Rob? What changed your mind about it being funny or not?” Robbie sunk lower in his seat, and looked straight down at his desk. “I guess after I crapped my pants on the bus yesterday sir, and everyone was looking at me and laughing behind my back, I sorta realised just how bad I made him feel. But it’s even worse for him, cause he’s so small like. Everyone picks on him a bit. They don’t do that to me, cause I’m a lot bigger. Even today, I’ve heard a couple of smart cracks about me having an accident, but not much. But I feel real bad because Aids is copping heaps of jokes and stuff, and I guess it’s my fault. I’m sorry sir.” Mr Davies had hoped for a response like that, but was also wary of just being paid lip service by the boy, who had a well earned reputation of being a smart mouth. But the teacher could tell right away that the boy was being honest. They both were. “Ok guys. Here’s my plan. As you know, I usually teach the year 10 boys. I usually only fill in for your year when a teacher is away or something, although it looks like I might be teaching you juniors on a more regular basis in future.” “Why’s that sir?” Robbie asked. “Two reasons Rob. There’s a vacancy, and I enjoy it. Simple as that.” He stood up, and did a slow walk across the room. “But, one thing I will still be doing with the senior classes, is a little pet project of mine, an idea that I put forward to Father Ryan, who agreed it was worth trialling.” “What’s that sir?” Matthew asked, sounding genuinely intrigued. “Glad you asked, Jackson,” he replied with a smile. “I, with the help of Father Ryan, am establishing an Anti-Bullying committee, to be chiefly run by representatives of the student body. My original plan, was for it to be the domain of the year twelve Prefects, and a couple of year eleven boys, but after witnessing what went on between you three, I thought having a couple of representatives from the junior school would be a good idea as well. After all, it IS usually the junior boys that get bullied the most.” Matt and Rob looked at each other, wondering exactly where this was going. “Now you two just happen to be the biggest boys from the junior school, and although I know that Mr Williams here doesn’t exactly have an unblemished record on the subject of bullying, I think that after his unfortunate experience on the bus, he may have a much better idea of how uncomfortable it is to be picked on, am I right Mr Williams?” Rob nodded bashfully, not looking directly at the teacher. “Now, this little committee of mine will be worth extra credits to those students who are on it, which can come in awfully handy at report card time, especially for those students who are, um, less than exemplary accademically, if you get my drift?” The boys did, and both nodded. Neither of them were straight A students by a long way. “In short, gentlemen, I would like to invite the pair of you to work side by side, as the junior representatives on the soon-to-be-officially-formed, St Marks anti bullying committee! Whaddya say boys? Want to help make a difference?” Both boys looked at each other and grinned.
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  38. I agree with you. She is not quite my type as I prefer plus size ladies, but people come in all sizes and shapes and there is nothing wrong to be attracted to this or that type of adult. I know one lady who is in her late 30's, but built in a such way that with proper makeup and light, especially on video where it's hard to see aging skin, you will be wondering if she is actually 18. What's wrong if someone is attracted to her, seriously? Let's not start a witch hunt.
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  39. Here is page 3 of career day. This one was a lot of fun and my first time trying this type of background. I drew inspiration for the background from @Jailor Eckman 's picture of the girl driving to the anime convention.
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  40. Wow these answers are so much more thorough than I was expecting. I'd say Imuoto Kitten's first response is pretty accurate for me.
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  41. Agree with @DeltaFoxtrot that people hardly ever notice when you wet. One thing to remember is that it takes typically 30 minutes for people to emerge from the arrivals gate after the advertised arrival time what with plane taxiing to the stand, passport control and baggage claim etc. You might not want to stand around that long in wet pants.
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  42. Im the same, cant contain my bladder when I orgasm, and when I try to I then cant climax. A couple of jerks have made those experiences awful and shameful but others have been so wonderful about it, making me feel comfortable, confident and sexy over it.
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  43. I done the challenge. One dry night and 2 wet. The first night I was not sleeping well and woke up when I had to pee, but on the second and third night I peed in my sleep. On the third night I actually woke up when I was already peeing and stopped, but the bed was still wet at the end. Of course, I use waterproof mattress protection, so only sheets and my nighty were wet. No.1 for you. I think it's more fun. For me: 1. When desperate, I should go to the grocery shop wearing extra absorbent sanitary pad in my panties and start peeing, but stop before I think the sanitary pad will be overflown and leak pee on my pants. 2. Hold it until the first small leak and than go to a grocery shop. In a shop I should squat and take something from the bottom shelf 10 times. Doing that will put extra pressure on my bladder. Possibility of forcing pee out is a good one by my experience.
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  44. the character looks like a little girl, nothing like 18 plausible, makes me feel weird to have this posted in a fetish forum
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  45. Peeing

    Please don't do that, human beings have to clean that up.
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  46. I think a subforum for that would be a good idea, actually. It would make following specific holds easier. Right now, if you follow the Live Action Thread, you get a notification for every post in it, even if you only want to see updates from ABC users and not XYZ users.
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  48. I took this while really desperate, as had drunk caffeinated tea, as well as several other drinks, and then washed the dinner dishes (by hand, I don't own a dishwasher). I peed a little in my pants on number seven. It was hard to stop. And I was peeing on number nine. But I managed to stop before getting too wet. (Again, difficult.) Some came out on number 10 too. I got "about to pee" you have seconds before you pee.
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