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  1. Working on multiple requests at once currently and finishing them out of order, depending on whichever I can currently make work right, so here's @Lythe's! A jackal lady having a very relieving pee behind a tree and basically making an aheago face, because I find those simultaneously sexy and amusing. XD Got a bit lazy with the background though since I'm not great at them.
    6 points
  2. Scarlett in the lift

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    The doors won't open, and Scarlett's bladder is refusing to wait. Trying out a new style with this, using rougher lines - does it work? I'd really appreciate some feedback regarding this one lads.
    5 points
  3. Ahh, I forgot to say what she is wearing. Lets just say she wore a white tshirt with a pleated blue skirt that was pretty short, with white panties underneath. Another two hours of misery. Sophie hardly paid any attention to what was being taught but more to how her bladder was feeling. Why is she not allowed to pee? She reconsidered her choices. She could either go full on and charge in or just squat and pee in a bush. After the course was over, Sophie hobbled out of the classroom door and decided where she wanted to go. She wanted to try the restroom at her favorite restaurant that was near, and also she could get lunch there. She decided a 5-minute walk would be better than using the car, so she walked. She rethunk her chances of using the car on the way over. Her bladder was feeling really full. When she finally arrived, she barged in and headed towards the restrooms. She put on her most desperate look ever (it wasn't that hard) as she hobbled to the corner of the buildings where the restrooms are. Just as she got there, a store employee, seemingly in the same trace, blocked her path "You may not pee." Sophie wanted to strangle that employee but she didn't want to create a scene. She said, "Please, I really need to pee. I haven't peed since yesterday." There was no answer from the employee. She had no choice but to just sit down and have lunch. She ordered a sandwich and two cups of coffee, reluctantly. Sophie had felt thirsty and the coffee came with the meal anyway. She went to an empty table, legs crossed. And started to eat. She decided to drink all the coffee since it was there anyway. When she was done, there was even more desperation. The coffee she just drank maybe made her bladder feel even worse, but there was no release. She walked back to the university, hands in her crotch, for what seemed like forever again. She almost had a full-blown accident, but she managed to save herself from hulmiliation. She entered the building and walked to a different restroom this time. She had to walk for quite long, so she seemed safe. But another professor was blocking the door. "You may not pee." This time, Sophie was angry. With one hand in her panties and one hand free, she took it all out on the professor. The professor just stood there, indifferent. Sophie didn't think they were actual humans now. She had raised quite a crowd while she was attempting to beat the professor up. Embarrased, she walked away, trying not to get involved. She tried not to look desperate but it was quite hard to uncross her legs and take her fingers out. Sophie thought it was more embarassing to have an accident than be desperate anyway. She went to a side door and tried to use her last resort. She ducked under the bush. Just as she was removing her panties she heard a "hello". Frightened, she quickly stood up, leaking in the process, and looked around. There was a small "fairy" floating around her. "I am Omalia, the Goddess of urine." The fairy said. She didn't look the type, just a miniature floating human. Her body was quite slim, and it felt like every man wanted to marry her. She wore a plain white dress. Angrily, Sophie said, "Why are there all those creepy people?" "No need for that tone there," replied Omalia. "I've see you broke a rule that was pretty sacred to the godkind. I'll have to look up what it was later, but this is your punishment." "What??" "And it looks like you have to pee behind the bush. To make it more amusing for me, I've added a device in front of your urethra." Sophie looked under her panties. There was a strange metal contraption. It didn't look like a plug. "What is this?" she asked. "Whenever pee touches it, it will shock you. It really hurts. Try it out for yourself." Sophie didn't understand. Maybe this was a dream. She let out a really tiny spurt on purpose. Instantly, she felt pain like she never felt it. She almost lost control there. Both her hands went back under her skirt to shut her bladder. "You'll have to keep holding it," said Omalia. "F-for how much longer?" whimpered Sophie as she squirmed. Her bladder cannot take it much longer. She put all her remaining strength into keep her bladder shut. "Today is March 30. Hold it for the rest of the month, to April. Then the standards reset and all should be back to normal." Omalia giggled and disappeared. Sophie stood back up. How could her muscles hold if for 1.5 more days?!? She doubted what had happened as she hurried towards the next class.
    5 points
  4. Scarlett and Vyola

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Started playing DnD, Made a character called Vyola. I figured I should introduce her to Scarlett.
    4 points
  5. Daniel and Amy

    Chapter 15 Secrets, Part 3, Aiden and Maria Thursday “Race ya!” Maria suddenly yelled, and shot off like a rocket towards the playground. Aiden laughed, and took off behind her, but he had no hope of catching his friend. “I win,” she yelled triumphantly, launching herself into a swing, beating him easily by a few meters. “Not fair,” he complained. “You cheated!” She looked at him, and saw how he was grinning. “Really? You wanna proper race, do ya?” He shook his head quickly. He already knew how fast she was. “No way. I don’t want everyone seeing a girl beating me!” She laughed with him, as he sat down on the other swing beside her. “Hey! Guess what? I’ve got some news for you,” he said. She kicked off, and started swinging. “Hmm. Lemme guess. You and your dad are going to stay in the house with us, and not in the caravans?” Aiden was stunned. He’d been waiting all morning to tell her that! “Whaaat? How did you know?” She laughed at his expression. “Easy! I asked my papa last night if you could! I told him how much fun we were having. He said he’d think about it, but I knew he’d say yes. Mama always says I got him wrapped ‘round my little finger.” “But when? When did you ask him?” “When he came to tuck me in. He comes and says goodnight every night. If I want anything, that’s the most perfect time to ask! Papa hates saying no to me, ‘specially if mamas not around!” They both started laughing, and Maria stopped kicking her legs, crossing her dirty ankles instead. “Ohhh. Don’t make me laugh! I needa pee!” Aiden laughed, and kicked off, joining her in the air. “Why not just go? I’ll wait here. You should go before you have an accident.” Appearing to regain control, she started pumping her legs again. “Uh- uh. I’m holding on. We’re going to the beach soon, remember? I’m gonna wet myself when I get there. You are too, remember? You promised....” He blushed. “I didn’t ‘promise’ promise. I said I’d think about it. Maybe.” “You will,” she assured him. “We’ll both do it together. It’ll be fun. Trust me.” “But what if everyone else comes down?” He argued. “We can’t just pee our pants in front of everyone?” “Why?” Maria asked. “We’re gonna be wearing swimsuits, and going in the water. No one has to know. I just gotta try and hold on till we get there though. I’m really busting.” Aiden suddenly remembered something, something that he thought Maria would find interesting. He dragged his feet in the sand to stop swinging. “Maria, guess what? I hadda little accident today, while you were gone. I peed myself a bit.” She dragged herself to a stop as well, and looked at him slyly. “You did not! You’re still wearing the same shorts you were wearing when I left. No way did you pee in them!” Aiden looked around, making sure they were alone, then he reached into his pocket, and pulled out his damp y-fronts, holding them open for her to look at. “I did. See? I got excited when dad said we were staying with you, then he kinda tickled me. A bit came out, but not enough to get my shorts wet. Dad didn’t even know!” Maria squealed with glee, her attention completely focused on Aidens wet briefs, the sight of which had her wriggling uncomfortably in her seat, a stark reminder of just how badly she needed to go. “Wow! You really weren’t kidding yesterday, were ya? You really do pee your pants sometimes, just like me!” For some reason that he didn’t understand, the question she asked, which should’ve made him feel incredibly embarrassed, actually didn’t, it made him feel kind of closer to her instead, which was nice. “Told you,” he said, his voice almost bordering on pride. “Like I said, I don’t like fully wet myself, but sometimes, a little bit comes out.” “You’re gonna fully wet yourself today,” she assured him. “We both are. I needa go so bad, I don’t even know if I’m gonna make it to the beach! We’ve gotta go put our swimsuits on soon, or it’ll be too late.” Aiden looked a bit embarrassed. “Um, I’m not going to wear a swimsuit, I’ll stick to my shorts.” Maria, who had put a hand in her lap, applying pressure, looked at him quizzically. “Suit yourself, but why? I usually always put my bathers on ‘stead of shorts. It’s a lot easier to get dry, and much more comfortable. At least I think it is.” Aiden blushed, and stuffed his damp undies back into his pocket, giving him a necessary distraction from looking at her as he made a small confession. “Boys bathers are kinda, I dunno, really revealing, Maria. I feel real ‘barrased wearing them. I prolly haven’t, you know, like grown up enough to wear them. They make me look even more like a little kid than I already do.” She gave him a friendly, but knowing smile, looking directly at him with her usual forthright stare. “Like your cute pull ups?” She giggled, laughing as his blush deepened. “Come on. I’m only teasing you. Aiden.” He returned the smile, and nodded shyly in reply. She was silent for a moment, then lowered her voice when she spoke again. “Is it because you haven’t started puberty yet? Is that the reason you feel bad?” Aiden didn’t think it would have been possible to blush any deeper, but he managed it, issuing a deep sigh as he nodded again. Maria reached over, and patted him softly on the knee. “I guess I kinda get it. Aiden. But you’re prolly worrying ‘bout it too much. It only happened for me not long ago. It’s not a big deal.” “Maria, you’re like a whole year younger than me, remember? I’m a teenager. It should’ve started by now.” “Pfft,” Maria huffed. “Don’t be stupid. I’m sure even the boys schools have the same sort of sex-ed stuff that the girls do! You know some people just take longer, that’s all.” Aiden appreciated the support, but it wasn’t much of a boost for his fragile ego. “I know that. But I’m in my second year of high school! You’re still in junior school. Believe me, no matter what the teachers say, by Grade 8, it’s a lot more noticeable! I’m shorter, and you know, probably, um, ‘smaller,’ like down there, than almost every kid in school, even the Grade 7’s.” Maria looked at him kindly. “I might only be a ‘friggin twelvie,’ but I do get it. Aiden. With us girls, it’s our boobs. If you start getting ‘em in Grade 4, it’s kinda embarrassing, but if you haven’t started getting ‘em by Grade 6, it’s even worse! Believe me, everybody notices! And you can’t really hide it. At least you don’t haveta take your pants off! Girls boobs are obvious all the time, ‘specially if they don’t have any. At least mine are starting to grow. I’m pretty much the same as most of the other girls, although there are some that are a lot bigger than me, of course.” “I don’t know if it’s really the same thing,” Aiden countered. “Boys have things like hairy legs and stuff. That’s pretty obvious if you wear shorts!” Maria snorted. “Now you’re really overthinking it! Look at your friends! None of them look really hairy. I mean Scott and Matt have shorts on, and their legs aren’t hairy! I mean they’re all bigger than you, but so what? I’m short too, it doesn’t bother me! Look at those girls with them. The nice blonde one looks really grown up, but the bitchy one isn’t any different from me, ‘cept taller. That don’t mean anything. I could easily kick her ass if I had to, and she’s older than I am.” Their in depth conversation about the ins and outs of boys and girls development was suddenly interrupted by a yell. “MARIA! You come a here, right now missy!” Rose was standing at the foot of the porch at The Lodge, beckoning to her daughter. Maria sighed dramatically. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back. Aiden.” She jumped lithely off the swing, and ran towards her mother, while Aiden cast an appreciative eye over the way her body moved when she ran. This was the best conversation that he’d ever had with another kid about the pitfalls of growing up, and he wished that it didn’t have to end. Maria might not agree with everything he said, but at least she was listening to him, and she seemed to at least understand what he was trying to say. He’d really wanted to talk to another kid about stuff like this for a long time, but when you’re the smallest one in your peer group, it just makes it impossible. He watched us she came to a stop in front of her mama, and although he couldn’t hear their conversation, it looked like Rose was a bit upset with her daughter. He really hoped that she wasn’t going to get into any trouble. As he watched, Rose was gesticulating at her daughter, pointing towards the house, and shaking what appeared to be a milk shake container at her. Maria didn’t seem at all upset though, and she just shrugged and smiled. Rose gave the girl a gentle shove towards the steps, and much to Aidens surprise, she reached under Maria’s dress, and patted her on the bottom! He heard Maria squeal, and she jumped up the steps, and hurried inside, as her mother shook her head and walked towards the toilet block, depositing the drink container into a bin that she passed on the way. Less than two minutes passed, and Maria was leaping off the steps, and running back towards the playground, where she stood in front of him, shifting uncomfortably. “What was that all about?” Aiden asked. “Did you get into trouble?” “Nah, not reallllly,” she grinned. “Mama was a bit mad that I left my rubbish in her car, and I didn’t go to the toilet when we got back, like she asked me too. Did you see her? She even checked my pants! She thought I’d wet myself! I guess cause I was complaining about needing a wee on the drive back.” Aiden coughed, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. “Uh, are you wet?” “Nope. Not yet. That’s why mama didn’t get too mad. She made me go to the toilet though.” She grinned at him. “But I didn’t! I just went inside and waited for her to leave. But I really do need to go though. I’m really busting.” She crossed her ankles as she admitted this, and pushed a hand into her lap, bending forward. “So why not just go?” Aiden asked. “You can still pee your pants at the beach. You look uncomfortable.” Maria giggled. “It’s fun holding on. I like to see how long I can hold it for. But I can’t hold it much longer. Aiden. I think we should go put our swimsuits on.” He shook his head. “Uh-uh. I’ll pee my shorts with you, but I’m not putting my Speedos on. No way.” Maria shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said. “Ugh. I gotta sit down.” She sat on the other swing again, and put her right hand under her dress to hold herself. “How long have you been doing this holding on thing for?” Aiden asked curiously. She gave him a funny look. “Since this morning, when I wet my pull up, remember? What’s that, about five hours?” Aiden laughed. “No dummy! Not today. I meant like how long have you been doing it for? When did you start?” Maria giggled, and pushed her panties more firmly against her pee hole. “Dunno really. I guess I’ve always done it at home a bit, but only when I’m wearing a pull up, so it didn’t matter if I wet a little bit. Especially playing video games! I hate pausing it if I don’t have to.” Aiden nodded quickly. That was a pet hate of his as well, although he’d never once considered wearing diapers while gaming! “I’d never hold on at school of course,” Maria continued. “No way would I risk having an accident there. Not really at home either, unless I’ve got my swimsuit on, or like I just said, my night nappy.” Aiden was blown away by just how relaxed she was about discussing her pull ups. He hated even referring to them by their correct name, and he couldn’t ever imagine actually telling anyone that he wore a night nappy! But it really didn’t bother Maria at all. “I guess when we started coming up here, after papa bought the place, I probably started doing it then. There was only the three of us up here, and without a tv, I spend nearly all day outside. If I’m exploring in the park, I’m not gonna come allllll the way back up to the house just to pee, so mama said to go in the bushes. But you seen what happens if I don’t wipe, I get a bit wet. Anyway, I had a coupla accidents, real ones, trying to hold on, or even accidentally getting my pants wet if I went into the bushes, and mama don’t seem to care much. After all, I’m just wearing grubby old clothes and playing by myself, usually. Believe me, I get like really super dirty sometimes, so I have a bath or a shower every night, or I go for a swim anyway. Don’t get the wrong idea. Mama doesn’t actually like give me permission to pee my pants, but she doesn’t care too much, at least up here.” Aiden was curious. “What about your dad? What’s he say?” “Papa is kinda old fashioned. He doesn’t get involved in stuff like that. He’s seen me in wet pants before, but it’s like it’s mamas job to tell me off or help me get changed. He just ignores it.” “Wow,” Aiden remarked, shaking his head. “That’s crazy. But you still haven’t told me about why you hold on, like right now? I mean if you can pee your pants, or pee outside without getting inta trouble, why not just do that? Why hold on and make yourself all uncomfortable?” Maria contemplated this, but only briefly. She had already had this mental discussion with herself before, and knew the answer. “I dunno if you’ll unnerstand this, Aiden. You’ll prolly think I’m crazy. But it’s kinda like a game? I’m pretty competitive. When there’s other kids around, I like beating them at stuff, like climbing trees, racing our bikes or whatever. But up here, I’m playing by myself all day, plus I’m outside. So it’s kinda like a competition with myself, I guess, just to see how long I can hold on for. Because it don’t matter too much if I get a bit wet, it’s like a fun game to play. Plus, it feels really good!” “What’re you mean, ‘really good’?” He asked. “Good good. Like in a coupla ways. It makes me feel kinda, I dunno? Tingly? Like a bit scared and excited? You know that feeling you get when you’re ‘bout to wet yourself, and you know you can’t stop it?” Aiden blushed. It was a feeling that he’d had more often than what he cared to admit. “Yeah. But that’s horrible! Why would ya wanna do that?” Maria shifted on the swing, crossing one leg over the other, and hunching forward. Aiden could see she was starting to sweat a little bit. “It’s only horrible if there’s others around, Aiden. Like no one wants to get embarrassed, I know. But if there’s nobody else to see you, and it doesn’t matter, it’s not horrible, it’s exciting! Come on, haven’t you ever deliberately held on before? Like put it off for way too long? You must have!” “I guess, but not like on purpose, to wet myself,” he said. “I mean I’ve had accidents before, because I haven’t gone to the toilet when I shoulda, but I’ve always felt real bad about it afterwards. Embarrassed and stuff.” “That’s the point!” Maria exclaimed loudly. “If you take the embarrassment part away, it’s fun! Like a challenge, with no, what’s the word? Conquences?” “Consequences,” Aiden corrected her. “I guess. Maybe....” Maria jumped up, suddenly excited by a brainwave. “You know what? I gotta great idea! You and me, were gonna have a holding contest! One day, maybe tomorrow, we’ll have a wee in the morning, then drink heaps and heaps, and we won’t go to the toilet again, and then we’ll.....” Her excited chatter suddenly stopped, and she hissed in a sharp breath, and looked down, pulling her dress up a bit. Aiden followed her gaze, and saw a solid torrent of water pouring out from underneath her dress, and big streams of liquid cascading down her legs and over her feet, turning the sand in between them a dark yellow colour. “Oops,” she said. “I just hadda accident.”
    4 points
  6. I am sure that i have posted this previously, but it must have been elsewhere, as I can't see it here anywhere. It is a true account, although from the content it would almost qualify for inclusion in the Desperate Worker story series. However I have no wish to intrude on that excellently written series and instead I will describe this actual event to the best of my ability. Quite a few years back my brother and law and one of his workmates operated an ice cream van. They took alternate evenings to drive it and employed a few others to help serve. One of the helpers was a daughter of one of brother in law's friends. Lisa was twenty and was studying to become a teacher, so welcomed the chance to earn some extra money by doing shifts on the van. She was reasonably tall, with a pretty good figure. She was by no means skinny, but had curves in all the right places and looked quite attractive. The van stopped at our house most nights, and there were a few kids in the area that would gather around and buy stuff. Sometimes brother in law or the helper would take the opportunity to use our toilet, which we didn't mind at all. On the evening in question, my wife had taken our kids away somewhere and I was home alone. it was a pleasant summer evening and I was doing something in the back garden, out of site of the road at the front of the house. I was working away when I heard a vehicle stop, but thought nothing of it, as it might have been my wife coming back, or someone else to see me about something. I carried on working and the next i knew was brother in law had appeared around the corner. "Oh, you are home" he said. "A good job you are too. Lisa is desperate for the toilet. Is it ok if she goes in?" I stopped what I was doing and said that, yes, it would be no bother and that there was nobody else home. Then I accompanied him around towards the front of the house. Lisa must have heard us coming for, as soon as she saw us, she was out of the van and making a bee line across the front lawn to the door. She ignored the driveway and front path, but headed straight across the grass. She had one hand jammed hard between her legs and was walking as quickly as she could, given that she was trying to keep her thighs squeezed together at the same time. She was wearing a white tee shirt, a tabbard type apron and tight blue jeans. Her apron was pushed to the side at the front and she was clutching herself firmly. Her face was flushed and she looked extremely desperate, concentrating with all her might on holding back the flood. Getting to the door was obviously all that was on her mind and she paid no heed to us whatsoever. She reached the door and disappeared inside following which we immediately heard the toilet door slam shut. Brother in law gave a little chuckle and made a comment about her having been bursting for ages, before going back to the van to deal with a customer who had arrived. I waited around the front of the house and brother in law came back and we chatted some more. Eventually, after what seemed like ages, Lisa came back out and headed straight back to the van. This time her tabbard was pulled down as tightly as possible in a way that hid her bottom and crotch. She looked sheepish when brother in law remarked as to whether she felt better now. then they set off on their rounds again. Before going back to my own task, I went into the house and had a look in the toilet she had used. The first thing I noticed was the toilet roll. It had been replenished earlier that evening, but now there was only about a quarter of the roll left., so she must have used lots for some reason. Then I checked the bin and immediately noticed a bunched up clump of toilet tissue which showed clear signs of holding something wet inside it. I reached down and teased it open to find it was wrapped around a panty liner which was absolutely sodden. I was clear evidence that Lisa must have been leaking quite badly before she got everything clear and onto the toilet. In fact the liner was so wet that it suggested to me that she had actually been pissing herself before she got it out of the way. Goodness knows what her knickers must have been like, but it probably explained how she had used so much toilet paper to dry them out a bit. I went back to my work, wondering to myself what might have happened if only the front door to the house had been locked, or worse, if there had been nobody home. It was fairly clear from the evidence that she left that she would almost certainly have had to completely piss herself if she hadn't been able to get to a toilet when she did. it all happened some tome ago, but I still remember it all vividly!
    3 points
  7. [Day 12: A-Brief-But-Informative-Lesson-About-Authors-Featuring-A-Character-That-Most-Certainly-Is-Not-An-Author-Herself-But-Is-Using-Powers-Akin-To-One-To-Paint-A-Better-Image-For-You-All-While-Also-Predating-On-The-Basest-Of-Human-Desires-And-Hopes-You-Are-Paying-Attention-Because-There-Is-A-Quiz-Later-And-She-Really-Would-Like-It-If-You-Passed-Okay? ❤️] "Greetings! You thought it would be another story by Faust, but it was I, Di...Eheheheheeh" A hearty chuckle, a gentle giggle....The magnificent B.B.'s voice would be heard throughout all of your lovely ears... Well, at least those of you creative enough to hear text~ "Juuuuuuuust kidding~ My name is B.B.! What does it stand for? Ohhhh, you know.." The darling, teasing B.B.'s voice would ring out, as the darkness of your minds cleared up.....And a bright spotlight could be seen... "Just about anythin' you could think of~! But, for the sake of this little tale...I suppose this should be the part where I sate your curiosities, and have a nice, lovely description of my being~" The camera was panned away, and the shadow of B.B. finally would come into view, zooming in as it started from the top.. "As anyone with a search engine would know by nowwww.." her voice started out, announcing her own description. "I've got lovely purple eyes, and matching hair that trails alllllll the way down to my ankles..." A quick swivel of the camera showed just that, her abnormally long hair...Coupled with a red ribbon on her left side... "Of course, I feel like you're more interested in....These." she continued, the camera shifting back around to a broad, yet devilish smile.....And down over a long black coat, overtop a white shirt with a ribbon in the center of the collar... "Ab. So. Lute. Ly. Generous breasts." she pronounced, arms squeezing around an incredibly large bust, as if tempting them to pop free. "Though, if you want to picture me as one of those cute, petite Lolis with a flat chest, I won't stop your naughty thoughts~" As if on cue, her body shifted for a few moments, her hair dangling completely to the floor as she looked to visibly shrink a foot in height, and down to the after mentioned nearly flat chest. "Feel free to think of me as your darling and mischievous lil' Sis if it gets your jollies going, or whatever you like," she mused in a higher, but no less devious voice.... As she twirled around, a black mini-skirt covering her thighs juuuuust barely, as she shifted to her regular, full size once more. "Buuuut, that's not what this is about. You didn't come here to just ogle me, now did you? No, noooo.....I'm well aware of what kind of forum this is, and what kind of incident i can be expecting.." She gave a light flick of her wrist, a pointer sliding into white-gloved hands, as the area behind her came to life.... Forming a blackboard, as she taptaptapped at it. "Soooo, why don't I make things more interesting, with a little lesson.." she mused, sliding her fingers up to her eyes, a pair of square-lens glasses appearing on her head, as she pressed them up with her palm. "Today, B.B. is going to teach you all what it means to be an Author!" She twirled her pointer at the blackboard, words filling the board in minuscule text, along with a crude, chalk-drawing of the person behind this....Who looked vaguely irritated as always. "Now, keep in mind anything I say can and will most likely be changed, dropped, or altered on a whim." the girl pre-empted, a bit of chalk circling the crude drawing, with the word [Inconsistent] appearing above the drawing's head, along with some cartoonish devil horns, and a mock flame. "But, as you no doubt can think.. Authors are the ones who make stories happen... Like the eleven or so before my debut." She gripped the top of the blackboard for a second, and spun it around, showing what looked like a flipbook of a character running across the board. "There's ones like "The 'Forgotten' homework, The Twelve Fanatics, etc." she started, a short flash of the omo.org board appearing, as she tapped at it. "But, seeing as you're in the Faustverse right now, you should understand....Author isn't a mere term for those who coin stories, and finagle with text... No, no... In this world, an Author is someone who not only can Project into a story, but also Displace, Augment, or Alter the reality they're in... Through things such as creation, Editing, or even deleting certain things. In other words, it's like one big ol' game to them." B.B. tapped her pointer to the blackboard, it stopping on an empty path, as she pointed at the top corner. "Luckily, the words are all pretty self explanatory. Projecting means entering the story themselves, as themselves. Displacing means taking over the role of a character, Augment means to add things to the story, kind of like bonus packs, or E.A. DLC style stuff. Oh, and then there's the whole Altering thing.." With every word, it appeared on the blackboard, scrawling in white chalk as she lightly bent the pointer, starting to trace it in the air after a few moments. "They can create something by using a writing pen.." she mused, scrawling [Bottle of Water] with the pointer in black text, the words suddenly changing into a bottle of water on command. She gripped the bottle, unscrewed the lid, and started to tilt it back... "Edit it, by getting close enough to the object.." she continued, despite very visibly drinking....The words [Diuretic-Laced] appearing over it, as she lowered the bottle, and made a scratching motion with her pointer... "Or delete it, if it doesn't completely collapse the story from it's removal." She tossed the bottle, but it was as if it never existed after but a few moments... Dissipating into the air. "Of course, this isn't limited to just objects." B.B. Continued, spinning the blackboard to show what looked like a schedule on the blackboard... Showing a medley of things... "Should an Author be close enough to a person, which they can most certainly be when projecting into their world of choice..... They can even alter that person's story...So long as it keeps it's cohesion intact enough for the story to have an ending." Looking at the schedule, it looked simple enough. [7:00AM Wake up] [7:30AM Breakfast] [8:00 Freshen up for work] [11:59PM Finish work] "Sooooo, if one of you naughty viewers were to utilize Authorial Power, you could do things such as change the times..." the girl started, twirling her pointer again.. [7:00Am->7:15AM] "Add some more details to an existing event....." [7:30 <Big> Breakfast] "Or even... Delete some parts.." [8:00 Freshen up fo-]-> [8:00 Work] The girl gave a light bounce at the text shifting... Suddenly bouncing from foot to foot, as she squirmed her hips, and rested a hand on her belly. "Of course, you've gotta be mindful of some things.." she added, gesturing with a now trembling hand. "For example, nature will try to run it's course, without repeated interference by an Author.." A loud grrrrgle could be heard, text starting to scrawl up onto the blackboard....before it was hastily erased, as she tapped at it again... "So, you'll have to put some time in, if you wanna see your favorite characters in just agonizing situations.." she mused, double-tapping the blackboard again. "Though though, given that this is our first meeting.. I think I'll have to do a little editing of my own.." The schedule on the board shifted again, changing the line about breakfast.... [<Big> Breakfast] -> [Breakfast with lots of juice.] B.B.'s hand moved off of her stomach at this, though she started to bounce from foot to foot more quickly, shifting back and forth. "There!" she called, her non-pointer hand now resting on her thigh. "Now, I've got over fourteen hours worth of pent-up piddle down there. Far, far more than any reasonable human being....Not that B.B. is normal, of course..." She lightly turned to her side at this, pulling back her black coat to show off a prominent distention from under her white shirt, wriggling back and forth. "An Author can also use their own powers to augment their own forms." B.B. Added, twirling her pointer offhandedly, as the camera zoomed in on her belly. "Which lets them go above and beyond human limits... So long as their wills hold out." B.B. shivered, her free hand finally moving from beyond her thigh, and to the front of her miniskirt... Pressing, and applying some much needed pressure. "But, as one strains the body, one strains the mind.." she added, part of her devious grin fading, to a strained, forced smile. "Mu...Much like in reality, you can't ignore such bodily functions forever.... And, when your endurance finally runs out.. When you're at your wit's end.. When you just can't hold it anymore.... You... Just... Ah..!' The girl suddenly froze solid, face flushing bright red from effort....Before she suddenly straightened up, trembling on the spot, but standing tall anyways. "M..Mmmm... Sorry, sorry. It just got... soooo bad, i almost forgot to try to stop it.." she stated, giving a wink through a furrowed brow, and a strained smile. "but...but I can't let it end juuuust yet... You never even got a good look down below my waist.." The camera suddenly shifted back to the front of the girl, slowly slipping down to her black miniskirt, a gloved hand still pressing firmly in the middle of it... "You're going to have to look at my panties fast.." she remarked, yanking the skirt up for a few scant moments, a flash of white cotton gracing the camera....Before the skirt was pressed back down quickly. "C...'Cause if I let off the pressure for more than three seconds, I'm gonna spray..." A little further down the leg, one could see long black thigh highs over B.B.'s legs, trailing all the way down to some low-heeled shoes... "Good...Good thing this isn't one of those kind of stories.." she stated with a bit of mock pleasure, bending at the knees. "If I had to...Had to step on some of you, while saying demeaning things, or run my hands over your naughty bodies...I think I might...Might.. just........Just..Ah...!" A light clattering could be heard at this, the grey pointer in her hands suddenly dropping to the floor as both of her gloved hands gripped at the front of her skirt... Squeezing firmly.... "Mmmm...Mmmmmmnnnn... Ohhhnn... Ohhh....Shame this isn't an interactive.." she started, squeezing her eyes shut, as she struggled to maintain a devious facade. "C..Cause this would be the part where i test and quiz you about Authors, to make sure you were paying attention to what my mouth was saying, and not what my...my body is screaming..." She shifted her hips back and forth, squirming, writhing, and wriggling as she bent forward slightly, gritting her teeth.... "So...So... So, for now.." the girl started, daring to open her eyes, a strained... but obviously pleased gaze in her eyes. "You'll...Have to settle...for this...kind of ending... Sorry, Biku.... B.B. just can't hold it anymore. ❤️" One of B.B's hands moved to brush her insanely long hair to the side, seemingly to feign some kind of control, but as the camera spun around, it was shown to be a way for B.B. to take advantage of her forward-leaning pose, and provide a delightful view up her black miniskirt...As the crotch of her pristine white panties started to dull....Grey....and moisten.... Drip....Drip...Dribbling.... "Ahh....Ahhhhh..Haaaaaahhhhh.!" B.B.'s voice moaned out, as little trickles grew into a slow, but steady stream... Starting to sputter, and spray down her thighs.... Trickle down her socks, and puddle onto the ground..... The purple haired girl starting to visibly shiver as she started to gush like a small faucet.... A loud, steady hissing filling the featureless room, as she started to pant softly..... Well, and truly spent.... "Mmmm...Mmmm....." the girl sounded, lightly licking her lips as she started to sink to her knees, two fingers moving up in a peace-sign gesture at the audience. "C...Class Dismissed~" ============================================================================================================================
    3 points
  8. Some of the times I have experienced this have already been posted on here but here’s one time I really recall. It happened in my local Asda (Walmart) store one day. I was in looking around and had been holding a full bladder for quite a while. I can’t remember what I was in to get but can clearly remember how much I needed to pee and how damp my underwear was. I remember standing looking at a shelf and bending forwards with my legs crossed. I suddenly became aware that my pussy was leaking and I was really unsure if it was mucus or pee! I was that turned on. I figured for safety I had better go to the toilets! When I went the bathroom was empty and as I pulled down my pants there was a huge amount of very stretchy mucus from my vagina right to my pants and it kept stretching as I pulled down my pants! My pants were also damp with pee so I used paper to clean the copious mucus and sat down on the pan. I tried to relax and finally a huge gusher escaped that went on and on and on. My bladder was pushing pee out faster than my body could cope and I struggling to balance even with my bottom firmly on the toilet pan. I was shaking with the force and the longing to cum and had to push my hand into my mouth to stop myself from making moaning noises. Just then I heard the door open and a woman’s voice panting out ‘no! No! Oh my God finally I can pee. Three hours of holding and I finally get to pee. It’s coming! God it’s coming! Hurry up woman and get your pants down before you piss everywhere. Oh my fucking God I have NEVER had to piss so bad in my fucking life. It’s coming out!’ And which I heard her kick the cubicle door in and pull her pants and clothes aside and sit on the toilet right next door to me. She sighed this sigh that I will never ever forget as long as I live as it sounded much more like she was having an orgasm than a pee. Now I am not bisexual neither am I someone who would normally wank myself in a loo but my word did that woman do something for me! With both hands I furiously rubbed myself to a beautiful and heavenly orgasm in the cubicle all while this unknown woman finished peeing and sighing and I came to her saying ‘my God that was amazing!’ As if she knew exactly what I was thinking too! I was terrified to come out so waited as she washed her hands and left before I finally cleaned myself up again, washed my hands and went home!
    3 points
  9. Sophie woke up from bed. It was a regular weekday, so she had things to get done at the university. She quickly hopped off to the bathroom to pee when her roommate stopped her. "You may not pee," she said, as if she was in a trance. Sophie felt confused. "Uhh... Ookay," She tried to squirm her way into the bathroom, but it was futile. So she decided to just have breakfast and go at the university. She drank several cups of coffee, since always felt that lethargic every morning. In a hurry, she got into the car, with a bladder half full. The car ride felt especially long. and Sophie's bladder made it even worse. She fidgeted a bit while waiting for traffic to die down. Maybe it was her unlucky day. After a long wait, she quickly hopped off the car and briskly walked into the university building. Since she had some time, she decided to go visit the bathroom first. But as she got there, some professor she never knew hopped right in front of the ladies' room and did the same mysterious quote: "You may not pee." Sophie once again tried to squirm her way past the professor, but again, it was of no use. She checked her watch. If she didn't run now, she would be late. Reluctantly with a 6/10 bladder, Sophie left the bathroom behind and ran to class. To be continued... Hope you enjoy. If someone actually reads it I'll continue.
    2 points
  10. Cinema

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Couldn't hold it through the whole movie?
    2 points
  11. Watch Olivia in this fun and sexy video as she engages in some solo diapered fun in the great outdoors. This intimate scene has us sitting down with Olivia where she candidly talks about her life as a diaper lover. She goes into detail about how she prefers to enjoy her time in a diaper, alone in the great outdoors and freely wetting herself. Further, when she gets horny, she freely pleasures herself in the open while wearing her wet diaper. Beyond simply telling us about her diapered activities, our camera crew follows her on an outing where she shows us how she likes to spend her time in a diaper. We follow her through the forest on a gorgeous summer day as she wears a pull-on style diaper, its waistband peeking up over the top of her jeans. On our outing, she ends up wetting and masturbating in her diaper.
    2 points
  12. In knickers: tumblr_o7e0ldYSXD1vr6ba1.mp4 Nude: Girl pissing on own feet-ph55b52c2b2b240.mp4
    2 points
  13. Really proud of this one! Hope it’s everything you wanted! also of course the texts aren’t in Japanese you want to be able to read them, right?
    2 points
  14. Check out this super sexy lesbian watersports video featuring a bath, golden shower, and oral sex with Alisha and Sosha. This scene starts with Alisha and Sosha making out together in the bath when Alisha asks Sosha if she wants to be peed on. Sosha, of course, responds in the affirmative. Needing to pee, Alisha stands over Sosha, straddling her, then proceeds to pee on her chest. Sosha loves being peeing on almost as much as Alisha enjoys peeing on her. After Alisha has emptied her bladder, both girls are left highly aroused. Horny, and with Alisha still straddling her, Sosha brings her mouth to Alisha’s pussy and begins orally pleasuring her. It doesn’t take long for Alisha to have an orgasm. After climaxing, the video wraps up with both girls relaxing together in the tub. WARNING - The following images contain nudity:
    2 points
  15. Amazing girl wet her jeans, then show white panty and masturbate (nudity start at 4:01) https://rt.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d6e71990e6d4
    2 points
  16. For me (cis female) when I involuntarily leak, there is no choice. It just pushes itself down the urethra and I can try to keep up in the urethra but by that point, it's out and the pressure will just keep building until it dribbles out fully.
    2 points
  17. Well, you're on a specialized forum about enjoying holding pee, wetting, messing, diapers, and all kinds of assorted sexual acts and fetishes. Is it any wonder that vomiting comes up along with these? This might surprise you, but some people are into some weird shit. Be considerate. Yeah, it's weird - but so are the things that you and I are into. Why antagonize them?
    2 points
  18. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
    1 point
  19. This was a request from KarenGranger, which I tried to get done in exactly one month, but I've now barely missed (in my time zone). Bummer 😝 Thanks for reading! *** “TJ, move that sawhorse over here.” “Yes, sir.” TJ Masters easily hoisted the frame – you never drag it – and set it where his dad had indicated. Tony Masters was an extremely diligent builder and craftsman; it was why he was one of the most sought-after contractors in their town. More specifically, by the type of people on the east side of town who could afford to add extra wings to their already-enormous houses. TJ had been working for his father for as long as he could remember – stirring paint and washing paintbrushes as a child, sorting tools and accessories in elementary school, and now, joining his dad at work sites, a position he’d earned by precision, hard work, and virtually never making mistakes. Needless to say, TJ and Tony didn’t live in the same neighborhood as the people they worked for. Tony kept his margins low, but he almost always only worked one job at a time, so, despite his wealthy clientele, he wasn’t exactly pulling in seven figures himself. So one of the most important rules on worksites for TJ was to keep his mouth shut. He was there as a worker; he kept his head down, completed the list of tasks for the day, cleaned up after himself, and left, taking care not leave any boot prints on the property. TJ didn’t really mind. He liked the work, and he wasn’t much of an extrovert, anyway, so when they did end up working at one of his classmate’s houses, it was neither awkward nor distracting. Until today. TJ never knew where they’d be going when they started a new job; he never needed to. He’d just get in the truck with his dad and start work when they got to the house. Today, they pulled onto the grounds of a newer house on the edge of town. Tony parked the car around back and explained that they’d be renovating the pool house. TJ hopped out and started unloading the truck, barely paying attention to the giant house or its inhabitants. On his third and final trip out to the truck, TJ caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and before he could stop himself, he looked. And nearly dropped the armful of lumber he was carrying. Strolling out of the back door was Robbie diSantos. Robbie – TJ didn’t even know what his full name was – had just started at TJ’s high school at the beginning of their senior year a couple of weeks ago, and TJ had been instantly smitten. TJ didn’t exactly have an expansive vocabulary, but even if he did, the first word he would use to describe Robbie was cool. Robbie just made everything look so effortless. The clothes he wore were cooler than anything TJ owned, but not in a pretentious way. His hair fell perfectly, but it didn’t even look like he used any product. He was the kind of person who seemed like he didn’t care about any of the everyday drama of high school, and he was all the more impressive for it. Robbie was carrying a book and a glass of something. He settled himself into a pool chair and slipped in his earbuds, apparently not even noticing the Masters. “TJ! Grab that band saw!” TJ blinked and stumbled into motion, ashamed of his juvenile, doe-eyed daze. He doubled back to pick up the band saw and ducked into the pool house, forcing himself to avoid the windows, so as not to keep peeking out toward the pool chairs. So now, TJ had spent the past 3 hours measuring, sanding, and cutting lumber. He’d been working long enough that his dad now trusted him with entire projects, rather than giving one instruction at a time. In this case. He was adding a wall the pool house to partition off a small closet, which he would then fill with shelves. It was simple work, but required precision, and TJ knew that Tony expected the closet to be finished by the end of the day. Focusing on the work helped TJ keep his mind off Robbie for the most part. But every so often, when he turned the saw off or moved newly cut two-by-fours from the table, he’d find himself glancing out the window, semi-consciously hoping to catch a glimpse of his classmate. As noon approached, Tony signaled to TJ that it was time for a break. TJ finished his current task, took of his noise-cancelling headphones, and grabbed a sandwich and bottle of water from the cooler. “Grable’s called, and our stone shipment came in earlier than expected,” Tony said without preamble, between bites of sandwich. “I’m gonna head over there and pick out what we need for the walkway and patio.” “Yes, sir,” TJ replied, already knowing what the next orders would be. “By the time I get to Grable’s, look over the product, load it, I won’t have time to get back here and do anything -” The quarry was an hour and a half away “- so Roy’s on his way to get me. I’ll take the trailer to Grable’s and leave the truck here with you. You finish the closet, clean up, and meet me back at home.” “Yes, sir.” TJ nodded. On one hand, he was oddly honored that his dad trusted him enough to leave him alone at a job site on the first day. On the other hand, did his dad have to abandon him at this particular job? Not that TJ would ever argue with his dad at work. They were there to be efficient and professional, not to engage in family spats. So TJ simply finished his lunch, brushed off his jeans, and went back to work. Tony passed over the keys to the truck before he left, but otherwise, didn’t offer any further instructions. TJ kept working, keeping his headphones on to protect from the noise of the saw. The work and the blazing sun outside warmed the unfinished pool house. Barely even thinking, TJ grabbed another water bottle from the cooler and downed it in between cuts. He’d been working for about another hour – the frame of the wall was in place, now he just had to hang the drywall and shelves – when he felt the first signals of fullness from his bladder. It was just enough to make him aware, but not enough to make him worry. The drywall and the shelves wouldn’t take long. He t grabbed the drywall sheets propped against the wall, then nearly dropped them when he turned back to the table. “Hey.” Robbie stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of Powerade. He looked completely unperturbed, as usual, and TJ scrambled to match Robbie’s level of aloofness. He set down the drywall and pulled down his headphones. “Hey,” he replied, praying his voice wasn’t shaking as much as it felt like it was, “what can I do for you?” The corner of Robbie’s mouth quirked up. “Besides the literal work that you’re already doing?” he teased. “Nah, man, I just know how hot it is out here, so I thought I’d bring you some electrolytes.” “Oh!” Instead of gratitude, TJ only felt stupid for not realizing that the drink was meant for him. “Thanks. Thanks, man. That was really nice.” Robbie grinned, keeping eye contact long enough to make TJ’s stomach flutter as he handed over the chilled bottle. “Just shout if you want more. It’s nasty out today.” Compelled by both a desire to show gratitude and a genuine need for more hydration, TJ had already unscrewed the cap and was taking a gulp. He swallowed quickly and attempted a smile, knowing full well he’d never take Robbie up on his offer. TJ downed the entire Powerade before he even knew it. The near-icy drink felt amazing on the hot day, and drinking it so quickly prevented TJ from relishing the fact that Robbie had technically given him a gift. Mostly. The sugar from the drink provided a nice burst of energy while TJ hung the drywall. It was simple work, but time-consuming, as TJ carefully made sure that all the corners aligned perfectly. Safety first, his dad always said, emphasizing quality construction, but aesthetics are a close second. Reaching up to secure the top of the wall, TJ felt an urge from his bladder. He grunted involuntarily and pressed his thighs together. Stupid! he mentally chastised himself. He knew the rules – you don’t leave before the work is done, no matter what. Drinking the extra water bottle and the Powerade had been a terrible decision. TJ grimaced as he stood in front of the closet, quickly assessing how much work he had left to do. The drywall was finished, so he just had to cut and hang the shelves inside. He had all the specs, and since all the shelves were identical, he wouldn’t have to worry about setting up different measurements. “Hey!” The greeting from the window (well, the hole in the wall where the new window would soon be installed) was overly loud, considering TJ didn’t actually have his headphones on at the second. He jumped, then awkwardly tried to disguise the movement by turning to find Robbie smiling at him. “How’s it going?” Robbie asked casually. He looked around at the alterations to the room. “It looks good!” TJ smiled shyly, but only for a second. Sensations from his bladder nagged him, and he hoped his face wasn’t too noticeably red. Well, beyond the existing redness from the heat and the work. “Thanks,” he murmured. “I should be done in about an hour, so you won’t have to deal with the noise too much longer.” “Take your time.” Robbie winked, and this time, TJ was sure his blush was visible. Robbie had walked away, but TJ’s face heated up even more as dozens of thoughts careened around his head – Robbie was flirting with him, he must look like a mess, he had to pee, but he couldn’t until he finished the job… Clenching his jaw, TJ returned to the work table. His nerves were firing overtime, which was not helping his current situation. Just finish the job. Snatching the pressboard with far more force than necessary, TJ mentally scolded himself. He couldn’t let his own poor choices impact the quality of his work – his dad’s work. TJ took a deep breath and clenched his abdominal muscles. Not trusting himself with the band saw just yet, he decided to hang the brackets in the closet. That way, as soon as he had the shelves cut, he could place them, clean up, and leave. Measuring, even though he knew exactly where the studs are, TJ braced himself before each precise shot of the nail gun. The power of the tool still jarred his entire body, but he managed to hang all the brackets without losing control. Allowing himself a brief smile, TJ returned to the saw. All he had to do was cut the pressboard and place the shelves, and he was done! (And clean up, but he wasn’t planning on that taking that long) TJ grabbed the first board, measured, marked, then measured again. He continued the process until the shape of all 4 shelves was precisely delineated. He took a deep breath, positioned his safety goggles, and turned on the band saw. And immediately turned it off again. TJ let out a low groan and bent forward. The vibrations from the saw had caught him off guard, and he’d lost a quick, hot leak. He had to stop and cross his legs to help control the pressure, and he reflexively glanced toward the window to make sure Robbie wasn’t watching. He wasn’t, not that it made TJ feel much better. The immediacy of the desperation passed after a few moments, but TJ felt his heart beating in his throat. He stared plaintively at the saw, as if begging it to go easy on him. Taking a deep breath, TJ straightened up slowly. He squeezed his thighs tightly together, then grabbed the first piece of pressboard and turned on the saw. TJ clenched his jaw so tightly, he thought he might crack a tooth. He could practically feel the liquid vibrating in his overfilled bladder, but he kept his focus trained on the saw, never wavering in the straight lines he was cutting. Unconsciously holding his breath, TJ finished the last cut, ending up with 4 perfectly identical shelves. He gratefully turned off the saw, but the sudden cease in vibrations shocked him into leaking again. The teen whined softly and shoved his hand between his legs. He couldn’t even think about the actual process of getting to a bathroom; he just had to finish this job without making a mess. And without Robbie seeing. TJ pressed tightly through his jeans, his breath hitching. He really shouldn’t have drunk that Powerade. The thought of the Powerade made TJ look sharply over at the window. Thankfully, Robbie was still nowhere in sight. TJ knew he didn’t have much time, so he gave his crotch another squeeze, then stood up and grabbed the stacked boards. He slid the top shelf in, careful not the scratch the wall. The second and third shelves were placed easily enough, but TJ was tall enough that the last shelf required him to bend down. He did. But then he couldn’t get back up. Even the slight bend necessary to help his long arms reach the bottom brackets put too much pressure on TJ’s bladder, and he felt another forceful leak soak into his underwear. He shakily placed the last shelf, then shoved both of his hands between his legs, clenching as tightly as he could. His jeans were awkwardly bunched in his hands, and he didn’t have as comforting of a grip as he wanted, but he couldn’t let go. Tears sprung in TJ’s eyes. He tried to force himself to think of the work he still had to do, but any task-related thoughts were immediately crowded out by the simple biological fact that he couldn’t do anything else right now. He just had to pee. His only remaining clear thought was that he couldn’t have an accident in the pool house. Half-blind with desperation and tears, TJ stumbled out the side door, hands between his legs, and around the side of the building. He barely made it around the corner before he totally lost control. TJ whimpered as he started to actually wet himself, urine pouring over his hands and down both his thighs. His jeans darkened rapidly, and he could hear the splattering of his accident on the dirt below. TJ fought to catch his breath. The relief was spectacular, but not nearly as overwhelming as the shame. He couldn’t…he didn’t… Pressing his lips together, TJ tried to force himself to stay quiet. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried, but his current cycle of humiliation and self-contempt was forcing sobs against the back of his throat. Seconds or minutes or hours later, he was finally empty. Shaking, TJ stood up straight and wiped his hands against the remaining dry material on the back of his jeans. He sniffled and dragged the back of his hand under his nose, but made no move to return inside. Chest heaving, TJ tried to string together a plan. He still had to clean up inside, but if he did that quickly, then drove right home, he could still make it before his dad got there, and- “Hey!” TJ’s heart stopped. No no no… “I wanted to see if y-“ TJ was facing away, so he didn’t yet see Robbie’s face, but it was pretty obvious what had happened. The sobs he’d been holding back seemed to intensify, ripping at his voice box. “Hey,” Robbie repeated, his voice impossibly gentle, “Are you…can I…” TJ desperately wanted to respond, to somehow assure Robbie that it was fine and that he’d just finish cleaning and be on his way, but he couldn’t open his mouth without crying. Instead, he tried to breathe deeply, calming himself enough to do literally anything other than just stand there silently in piss-soaked jeans. Still out of TJ’s line of vision, Robbie inhaled audibly. “I’ll leave if you want me to, man, but can you just tell me if you need help? Like, do you need me to get anyone? Call anyone?” Grateful for the yes-or-no question, TJ shook his head. Robbie’s gentle, non-judgmental offer was calming, and TJ was able to breathe more easily. After another few silent seconds, he was able to speak. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice low and scratchy. “The closet is finished, so I’ll just clean up inside, and then we’ll be back tomorrow to-“ “Are you kidding me?!” Robbie sounded so affronted that TJ finally looked up. Sure enough, Robbie looked utterly baffled by what TJ though was a pretty simple statement. “You…” Robbie was all but sputtering, and TJ couldn’t figure out what had him so worked up. “You don’t have to do anything else! Just…why would you think you have to keep working??” TJ frowned slightly. “I haven’t cleaned up yet. I haven’t finished. I have to finish the job for today.” Robbie glanced down at TJ’s dark, sopping jeans, and TJ felt his entire face heat up. “TJ, it’s…it’s fine, man,” Robbie insisted. “You’re coming back tomorrow, just leave it.” TJ shook his head and looked down again. “My dad…” He stopped, not wanting to make it sound like his dad was overly demanding. He wasn’t, it was just… “I have a job to do.” TJ glanced back up to see some of the indignity melt off of Robbie’s face. “You do you, man,” Robbie said, sounding a bit sad. “I know you and your dad do great work, and I don’t want to make it seem like I’m telling you how to do your job. But seriously –“ Robbie stared at TJ earnestly, and TJ had to look away, still intensely aware that he was standing in a puddle of his own urine. “- the bathroom is just off to the right through the back sliding door. I’m sorry no one told you where it was before.” TJ was already shaking his head before Robbie finished, leaving the other teen bewildered. “Oh, no,” TJ murmured. “We don’t use client bathrooms. We don’t enter any space unless we’re working in it.” He said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, like he was explaining the First Amendment to someone who had never heard of the United States. Robbie’s eyes darkened, and TJ nearly recoiled from this unexpected show of emotion. Robbie was so chill, so relaxed – what had TJ done wrong? “What kind of classist, regressive, The Help bullshit is that?” Robbie spat. “Did you…did someone tell you that? Like, is it literally a rule around here?” “We…” Now TJ really felt awful. He’d wet his pants like a child, he still hadn’t finished his tasks for today, and now, he’d somehow made the coolest, most attractive boy in the whole school mad at him. “We just…my dad always said that we don’t want to track in dirt or dust or anything. We want to respect the clients’ homes. It’s…we don’t want to…” TJ’s face flamed again as he trailed off and stared back at the ground. The rest of the rule was “We don’t want to make any unnecessary mess,” but TJ had clearly broken that statute. Robbie sighed, his feature softening again. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to yell.” TJ glanced up and found Robbie looking at him sincerely. “You and your dad can work however you want,” Robbie swore, “but I…I promise, my family and I, we don’t care about dirt or shit like that. And definitely not over…over your well-being.” TJ averted his eyes, blinking rapidly. “I…” Robbie’s voice was softer than ever. “I just wanted you to know that.” Eyes shining, TJ dared to lift his gaze, but didn’t say anything. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” TJ shook his head and managed a weak smile. “Like I said, I’ll just clean up inside. We’ll be back tomorrow to work on the walkway and patio.” Robbie smiled, gently, encouragingly. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He inhaled, as if he was going to say something else, but then just ducked his head and turned away. TJ let out a long breath. His mind was already moving ahead to the clean-up job, the drive home, and the long shower he was going to take. But somehow, the horror of the afternoon wasn’t quite as suffocating as it had been ten minutes ago. He whispered, even though Robbie had already walked away. “See you tomorrow.”
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  21. When I was over in Germany I remember seeing a woman working at a kiosk standing next to it having a smoke break, she was fidgeting and pacing around while she smoked and kept stopping to cross her legs. I did wonder if she needed to pee and how long she would have to wait before she could take a break. This was around 10am so she was still a few hours away from a lunch break.
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  22. Wonderful stuff again Barry I really don't know how you do it....☺️
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  23. Page 20

    Ohhhh my god this pressed SO MANY buttons! ❤️
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  24. Page 20

    This option is perfurable 👍. When does school end? What school is this country in?
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  26. Planned for tomorrow! I have a meeting at 12 and an optional training at 6:30 (I think I will attend). I chose the word which will be probably repeated a lot during the first meeting. My pee times will be 12:30 (which I guess won't happen) and 5:30 (I must give myself a chance to go before that training!) I don't think I'll be posting a lot at work, but I'll keep track by hours to tell everything in order.
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  27. Our policy is that you shouldn't alter photographs of others without their consent. We don't really have a strict policy on drawing other real people but.. I think it's best not to do this, as there are many who would likely not appreciate others fetishisizing them on public forums. If you get their okay, have at it, but otherwise preferably not.
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  28. If you ever need a post removed for privacy reasons, just report it and a staff member will have it removed promptly.
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  29. Wow @Barry, just when we thought you'd reached the pinnacle, you go and do it again! Sensational, I bet Danny and Amy really enjoyed that. And good for them too!
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  30. I always try to change as soon as possible. i also always have a spare pair of knickers in my purse in case of an accident (pee or periods, you never know...) But once I had an accident and didn't have a spare on me and i was at a music festival quite far away from home. I had to stay in the wet pair for like 5 hours or so. Luckily I was wearing a skirt, so nobody knew, but it was quite uncomfortable for a while. They were dry by the time I came home...
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  31. Daniel and Amy

    Phew. That was hot. You've done it again Barry.
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  32. Wonderful stuff again Barry. It seems a long time since we've had a one to one with Daniel and Amy without anybody else being involved! That was well worth the wait! I have to say that judging on what they just got up to I think they'll soon at least be tempted to "to go all the way" Hope they put that off for at least a while yet though.....
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  33. View File Girl wets jeans while gaming Girl wets jeans while gaming Submitter Reeve Submitted 09/07/2019 Category Peeing
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  34. Today was such a long and hard day x.x ...Buuuuut on the bright side I've now got plenty of time off~ Time to relax and eat junk food till I thoroughly load my diaper!!! >w<
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  35. Since this is rule 63 Biku, this is actually what real Biku looks like when he finally poops after a long day.
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  36. I made another today in my monkey baby diapers but I can’t upload it here so I put it on pornhub https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d73de0f40259
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  37. Version 1.0.0

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    By request, I think the file name is something like DLP37 Enjoy! Rach
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  38. Youtuber Omorashi?

    Ehhh, that’s a touchy subject for a lot of people. Since it technically counts as drawing porn of a real life person without there consent but I suppose that depends on the scale of the drawing. Not sure you will find much in afriad 😅
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  39. Alisha Adams wearing skintight jeans, what could make for a better photo set? Oh yeah… How about if she also peed herself? In this stunning gallery, we are treated to over a hundred gorgeous photos of Alisha in tight jeans, which she ultimately ends up peeing in. Set outdoors, these photos were taken on an observation deck in a lush, old-growth, forest. The natural surroundings only serve to showcase Alisha’s inherent beauty, as she poses for the camera against a backdrop of evergreen wilderness. She is wearing amazingly form-fitting jeans and a black t-shirt. Just the photos of Alisha in her jeans are already quite a treat, but the sexiness of this set is cranked up to 11 when she wets herself. Confidently standing in front of the camera, feet planted on the deck, she proceeds to pee in her pants on purpose. A rapid burst shutter on the camera captures every detail of the wetting, from the first tiny wet patch around her crotch to the trails extending down her legs and the puddle formed under her feet. After she is done soaking her pants, she continues to pose for the camera. We get to check out her clearly peed in jeans from various angles as she proudly displays the giant wet stain she made on her clothes.
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  40. Version 1.0.0

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    More random files from PissJapanTV Enjoy
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  41. It must be their priorities 😏
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  42. Version 1.0.0

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    TEM-066 (Desperation and peeing scenes) This is the pee desperation/wetting/peeing scenes from TEM-066 i cut out all the sex parts In these scenes a woman at work has had Diuretics slipped into her drink she grows more and more desperate until she loses control screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  43. This is something I've always wondered about as my bladder does noticeably bulge when I really need to pee, and it is even more noticeable in the kind of clothes I wear for work (usually a fitted shirt and slim fitting suit trousers). I've never had any comments about it from strangers but my girlfriend can usually tell if I need to go badly just by checking how much my bladder is bulging and feeling how firm it is. One of my music teachers at school was quite slim and would usually wear either figure-hugging dresses or tight business trousers and would sometimes have a noticeable bladder bulge showing. The music department building was quite small and there were no toilets, but it did have a kitchen with tea/coffee facilities. She'd drink several cups of tea and coffee over the morning with usually no chance to use the loo until after lunch, so I'm guessing she was used to holding a full bladder for long periods. I actually did see her doing the 'pee dance' once because she'd not had chance to go for almost the entire school day, and her bladder was very noticeably bulging at that point. Also, back when I worked in retail I remember one guy asking for a quick break to go for a pee because he'd been sitting on the tills for hours and was desperate. The supervisor was teasing him and saying he didn't really need to go, and after asking her several times he ended up standing up and lifting up his shirt to show her how full his bladder was. He was a tall and slim guy so it was really bulging out noticeably, we were all pretty amazed at how big it was. I remember one of the female cashiers trying to press on his bladder asking if he was going to piss himself and he had to squirm away from her to run off to the toilets for what must have been a massive pee. That's a hot story, reminds me of my last ever day of Year 11. A few girls had been drinking bottles of WKD before school and during one of the morning lessons one of them kept asking to go for a wee but the teacher wouldn't let her. Her friends didn't believe that she needed to go and thought she was just trying to get out of the lesson early, so to prove it to them she lifted up her shirt to show how much her bladder was bulging, then showed the teacher 😂 It worked though and he did actually let her go.
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  44. I really like the idea of this I’d definitely love to see someone with a noticeable bulge out in public. It has reminded me of a situation my then girlfriend told me about when she was in sixth form (18 years old) and she came to see me later that day. She was in a lesson and bursting and initially told she couldn’t go the loo but then said “look at how swollen my stomach is I really need to pee” and she said everyone was looking amazed. She was then allowed to go and said it was an epic pee and when she came back she told everyone “look I’m back to normal now”. I was so jealous I hadn’t got to see myself but thought was incredible
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  45. Hey guys! This is my first post here in this wonderful website. I've been lurking for years now but I finally experienced something that might be worth posting. Do you guys like backstories? I'm a 19 year old girl from Portugal that finally got enough money from working at her shitty job to finally make the trip of her dreams. Italy was always a place I would like to visit, with their amazing culture and breathtaking monuments. I'm staying in Rome at the moment in a cheap ass youth hostel... I share a semi- decent sized room with about 10 boys and girls, most of them wear underwear around the room which makes me somewhat aroused and which in turn makes me incredibly embarassed. It was all fine and dandy when I arrived at the said Youth Hostel; I shily said my "hi's" to the boys and girls, got my clothes in my side of the closet and went straight to sleep as I was very very tired. I woke up the next day with people talking loudly and decided to leave for my trip early in the morning. I waited ages in line to take my morning pee as all bathrooms were occupided (I was marching in place as my bladder yelled at me for not peeing before sleeping) but eventually came my turn and I sighed in relief as the pee flowed out of me. I then took a shower, put on a bit of make-up and put my clothes on: a black sweater over a button shirt, black skinny high waisted pants and a long jacket. The weather was awesome and I thought it would be such an amazing day. I decided to go to the colloseum first, it was a 2 hour walk not including subway rides so it was pretty far away from the place I now had to call home. Since I was alone and only had Google maps to guide me I got lost very quickly (I'm not very good with maps) I was determined to see the Trevi fountain today and all that aimlessly walking around got me very very thristy (you probably can see where this is going) so I bought a big ass waterbottle and a average can of ice tea. I drank the ice tea in almost one gulp and started sipping from my waterbottle. After a few hours of walking around and drinking I felt that familiar twinge in my bladder- Here's the thing, I NEVER get desperate to pee. I have a pretty big bladder and I usually never go pass my limits, especially in public- Call it an iron bladder if you will- but there was something different this time. My need was growing and FAST. I finally got to the Trevi Fountain after another 2 hours of walking- it was beautiful, simply amazing- but part of me couldn't even enjoy it because of my dumb bladder. I wasn't going to let such a silly thing ruin my fun so I held it in the best I could... but then I noticed that he fountain would not shut up, the water splashing just kept sending signs to my bladder, tormenting me, mocking me... at that point I was doing my best not to squirm but my body seemed to have a mind of it's own and my thighs kept getting pressed together without my concent... I threw my coin into the water and was preparing to leave when a beautiful Italian boy around my age invited me for some ice cream. I was completely stunned. How could I refused such an offer? We walked for about 5 minutes in an akward silence (thanks to my anxiety... and bladder) and we finally got to an ice cream stand. They all looked so delicious and he paid for a big sized chocolate one, my favourite flavor. We sat on the church steps slowly eating. He was trying to talk to me but I was too focused on my bladder to give him more than a forced strained smile. After about 20 minutes of eating and senseless talking I was begining to get desperate. I could not stop squirming and my legs would not stop shaking. I desperatly wanted to cross my legs and jam a hand in between them but alas, it wouldn't make a very good impression on the young boy. I just kept pressing my poor "zone" onto the steps, hoping he wouldn't notice. After what seemed like an eternity, maybe 30 minutes or so we finally parted, I said I had to go home meet a friend and he asked me to dinner. I accepted, maybe this time our date would go by a lot more pee desperation free. When he left I started to jump in place, whispering a bunch of silly "ooh oh oh" under my breath. My need was slowly driving me insane and just knowing that the walk home was at least 2 hours with a bunch of subway rides in between almost drove me to tears. I decided I would just look for a public bathroom... there were none. On all the hours I walked in Rome I did not see a single public bathroom. I even searched "toilets in Rome" on Google Maps but every bathroom was pay (which I refused to do, even bursting) or very busy. I was completely fucked... I decided to not give up and still look for that perfect heavenly toilet. I walked in some random direction and after about 20 minutes I realized I was lost... again. It was getting dark and the cold against my body was making my bladder ache in desperation. I looked around and placed my hand against my crotch, refusing to hold myself but dying to. Even if I wanted to walk home at that point I had no idea where the roads were going to take me. I grimanced and pressed ny legs together with my hands at my side, trying to control myself. I was dying. After 30 minutes of walking I was so tired I had to sit down. Even though all I wanted was to keep going my legs and feet were so sore from walking all day. The moment my butt hit the chair a wave of desperation hit me and I instantly pressed my hand against my crotch, finally holding myself. I was so embarassed I wanted to cry right then and there. The streets were so busy. What would they think if they saw a 19 year old holding herself like a little child? At least I was sitting down so no one noticed- still, my fears were quite real. I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could and got up from the chair, my legs almost giving out on me. I was so close to my limit where before I didn't even knew I had a limit. I walked for about another hour, completely frantic. I was NOT going to pee my pants, that was not an option. I was going to hold it in, I didn't even cared if I got sick. I was not going to let go. There were constant waves hitting me in every step and everytime I was whispering "Oh God I just wanna pee. I wanna hold myself. I wanna hold myself. I wanna pee. Please God let me hold it in" I just wanted to get home. At distance I saw something that almost made me pee myself right there- it was the subway station. I could finally get home and pee, I thought. I started to run to the station... bad idea. All those quick steps were making the water in my bladder slosh around painfully. I had to stop mid away, gasping as a tiny single drop escaped my poor pee-hole and got absorved into my panties. I didn't even think twice before grabbing frantically at my crotch, stoping the drop from becoming a leak. The relief of finally being able to hold myself was great...but then my reflief turned into sheer embarassment when I noticed some group of cute boys and girls giving me weird looks, almost smiling at me. I peeled my hand away from my aching crotch and squeezed my muscles with all my might as I slowly walked into the station, my legs completely glued together. I didn't even think of looking for the bathroom before taking out my ticket and boarding the subway, after waiting for a short amout of time... which to me took an eternity I rushed inside the packed vihicle and looked for somewhere to sit... there were none. I grabbed a pole and pushed myself onto it, a smart alternitive to holding my throabing crotch, I thought. The ride was hell. The contents of my still filling bladder were getting unbearable and the shaking of the subway was not helping my case. Each time it came to a stop and vibrated my bladder shook with it. It was complete torture. I felt another drop escape and I pushed my crotch against the dirty pole forcefully, stoping the flow once again as I was biting my lip hard. I almost started rubbing myself against it if it wasn't for someone bumping against me. I gasped as my legs tembled in utter desperation. I was NOT going to pee myself. I was not. I WAS NOT. I finally arrived to my destination. This was the hardest part for me- walking to the hostel. I couldn't stop shaking. My legs were so tired they were almost collapsing and my feet were getting boils on them. I grinted my theet as my need so grand that my back was hurting, almost with an unbearable pain. I was in so much pain. My vision got clouded by tears as I held my bladder to the end of the street. I pushed my pride to the side and started to full on pee dancing as I had to get through that 10 minute walk home. I had to stop every few steps to burry my hand deep into my crotch, bending over. I clenched my theet and persevered and with my hands clawing betweet my legs and my legs pressed together I finally managed to get inside the place I was staying. I hopped into my room and dropped my jacket on the floor as I unbutton my pants, letting my bladder expand. It was rock hard and almost looked like a ballon about to pop. To my horror all bathrooms were occupided and I had to painfully wait in line, there were at least 2 people in front of me. I was a complete mess, I wasn't even trying to keep myself under control anymore. I was on the verge of wetting myself in front of all those cute boys and girls... I was very lucky as the girl in front of me noticed my desperation and lend me her spot in front of the line. I don't think I will ever be able to forget her.... as soon as I heard the toilet flush a spurt shot out of me and wet my panties. I kept screaming to myself "Oh God no please no no no no" as I held on for dear life. As soon as the door opened I rushed inside, not even having the time to pull my pants and panties down before I exploded. I felt a thin stream running down my legs as I quickly as possible pulled my clothes down and sat on the toilet. At first it was only a very light stream but then it got thicker and thicker. Hitting the inside of the toilet with a loud splash. I peed for about two minutes straight. The relief was imense, almost like an orgasm. It just felt so wonderful I couldn' keep myself from letting out a little moan as I shivered in pleasure. I hope you guys liked my story! It was totally hell for me but I still hope someone can enjoy my little desperate adventure. It doesn't happen very often so I really hope it made this website justice <3
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  46. I fantasise about that sort of thing a lot, but I'm not brave enough yet to go out in public when desperate. But if I ever do get the bravery to try it, I've also considered what was said just above, that people who don't know me might not notice that anything's off (at least fully clothed, since my shirts are all loose enough that I'd have to be extremely desperate for it to still show), and it seems likely they wouldn't even comment on it even if they did figure it out. Still like fantasising about an omo fetishist noticing and deciding to tease/torment me because of it, but that'll probably forever remain a fantasy, sadly. XD
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  47. I wet myself all down my legs (was wearing a skirt and nylons) while chatting to my neighbour over the fence in the garden. The fence was pretty high so we could only see each other's faces. It was pretty hard to keep a straight face, but I don't think she noticed anything.
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  48. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Aaaaaaaaand there he goooooes~! With the zipper stuck and Ritz's tummy growling, there really was only one place all that warm, soft mess was gonna end up, and that's riiiiiight in the seat of his pants ;3c
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  49. Desperation Pt I

    Hope you like this animation I made! This is just part I, part II will be more intense, and then part III will be the big wetting!
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  50. Also of interest for you ? mira twitch streamer pee.mp4 Pokimane _I Need to Pee_.mp4
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