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  1. 7 points

    Penny’s New Bike

    Penny’s New Bike. Chapter 1. “PENNY! PHONE!” Penny heard her mums call, and walked briskly from her room, an inquisitive look on her face. She didn’t receive a lot of calls on the house phone, as like most 18 year olds, her and most of her friends usually did most of their socialising via their cell phones or laptops. “Who is it mum?” She whispered, taking the handset, and covering the mouthpiece with her hand. “Some lady from the Cancer Research Foundation,” her mum whispered back. “What do you think it’s about?” Penny felt an excited tingle surging through her body. It could only be one thing, something that she had been daydreaming about lately. The raffle! Penny and her mum had been shopping recently, and the Cancer Research Foundation had been selling raffle tickets in the mall for five dollars each. First prize was a new car, second was a moped, third was a new bicycle. Not just any bicycle, but a proper road racing one, with an ultra lightweight carbon fibre frame, with a clothing and accessory package thrown in. Obviously Penny would love the car or moped, but any of the top three prizes would make her daily commute to college a lot easier. Her mum had bought them a ticket each, and had listed their landline number on the tickets. That had to be it! “Hello?” Penny said, her voice shaking with excitement, as her mother hovered beside her, listening anxiously. Jackie, Penny’s mother had forgotten all about the raffle, and her concern was entirely about why someone from the CRF would be ringing her hopefully perfectly healthy daughter! “Yes. Yes, this is her, I mean me. I’m me. I mean her....” Penny was too excited to think straight, and was starting to glow with embarrassment with how she suddenly seemed to have so much trouble talking. “Yes. Yes I did. That’s right,” she looked at her mum, and suddenly squealed with excitement. “OHMYGOD! YOU’REKIDDINGME! REALLY?!?” Holding the phone away from her mouth, she almost shouted at her mother. “I’ve won a prize mum! I’ve won that freaking bike!” Jackie could here the lady on the other end of the phone laughing loudly, and she clapped her hands with excitement for her daughter, before fetching a pad and pencil for Penny to take notes with. After the call had ended, Jackie and her daughter sat at the kitchen table with a calming cup of tea, while Penny filled her in on all the details. She had indeed won the third prize, a new bike valued at almost $5000, with all the extra accessories, including an electronic trip meter, a good quality bike lock, a water bottle, pump, maintenance kit, as well as a complete clothing package! She was ecstatic! “I almost wet my pants!” Penny said. “I’ve never been so excited!” Jackie laughed. Her daughter had been known to do that before, but not for at least a couple of years now. When she had been younger, Penny’s bladder had been just a little bit on the weaker side of normal, but as she had progressed through adolescence, it seemed to have strengthened itself as she had gotten older. As far as Jackie knew, Penny hadn’t wet herself for quite some time now, although she didn’t often do her daughters laundry much these days.... Mother and daughter talked excitedly about Penny’s good fortune, and started to make plans about how she could go about collecting her new bike. The bike store that had provided the prize was almost 20 kilometres away, and neither Jackie’s, or her husband Dereks cars had bike racks fitted, and were both too small to fit one in. “It’s no problem mum,” Penny declared happily. “I can ride it home! I’ve just gotta get up there to collect it. Apparently I can do it on Saturday morning! I’m sure dad will take me, if I ask him.” Jackie was unconvinced. “It’s a long way Pen. You haven’t ridden a bike for awhile now. Do you think you can ride that far?” Penny laughed. “Easy mum! This thing is as light as a feather! It’s an actual proper road racing bike you know! It’ll be super easy. Besides, if daddy takes me up there, I can just take my time, and stop at the beach for a swim on the way back. It’ll be awesome!” The family lived near the beach, and although the shop was a bit of a distance away, it would be mostly a flat, safe ride on the bike path that followed the freeway into their little slice of suburbia, with only a couple of small hills to manoeuvre as she got closer to home. Pennys father Derek was almost knocked off his feet by his daughter as soon as he walked in the door, and soon found himself agreeing to take her to the store on Saturday. “As long as it’s not too early,” he stipulated. “I’m going into the office anyway around mid morning, so as long as we can organise it for around then, it’s fine.” “Thanks daddy,” Penny squealed with delight, making him laugh as she wrapped him in a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek. Later, in her room, Penny started planning her trip. One of the highest priorities wasn’t just the ride, but how she could showcase it on her social media accounts. Like a lot of girls her age, she dreamed of being an “Influencer,” or at least “Instagram Famous,” although her rather mundane life of living with her parents and being a freshman at college didn’t exactly lead itself to a lot of followers outside her own circle of friends. She looked at herself in the mirror, self consciously admiring her reflection. She certainly thought that she could be considered pretty! The usual trademark features were there. Her hair was naturally blonde, her figure slim and curvy, and although her breasts weren’t huge, they weren’t exactly flat either! Her butt was nice and round, and would certainly look even rounder in her new skin tight lycra pants that she would soon be getting! She was of average height, and her teeth were nice and straight. Penny sighed at the girl in the mirror. Yes, she was reasonably attractive, but apparently she lacked that certain “something,” that special sparkle that made a stunningly beautiful girl step up from an average pretty one. “Never mind,” she told herself. “Wrap yourself up in some skin tight lycra, take some snaps with the flash new bike, and the old IG might light up like a neon billboard!” She really didn’t expect it would happen, but at least she might get a few likes on her social media accounts at least! Even if she didn’t, it would be so super cool having a bike that cost more than some of her friends cars! Yup. She couldn’t wait till Saturday. Turning away from the mirror, she opened her wardrobe door, and checked the panties that were hanging up in there. They were still wet. It probably wasn’t surprising, she thought. The phone call that had made her squirt uncontrollably into her pants with excitement had only happened a couple of hours ago. At least her skirt had prevented her mother from seeing any wet spot, and although she had needed to quickly rub her socked foot across a couple of drips on the floor, her mum hadn’t noticed that either. Nobody had seen her wet herself for almost two years now, and although it still happened occasionally, she hoped that nobody would ever know that little accidents still affected her sometimes.
  2. 4 points
    I'm currently experimenting with a new reaction based reputation system on OmoOrg. Feel free to offer your feedback on if you like it or not! We're also porting some of our many emojis from our Discord server over for use on the OmoOrg forums,
  3. 4 points
    Tierra was a friend of mine in college, and eventually, we ended up being friends with benefits. This was After I had dated Margo, from one of my previous stories, Margo and I ended on good terms and remain friends. We simply just felt that neither one of us really wanted to be tied down at that point in our lives and wanted to end on good terms so we could remain friends. After Margo, I dated a little here and there, but nothing serious, and no wetters as far as I knew. Then I met Tierra. We had a class together and we were partnered on a project. Which meant I got to spend a lot of time with her in and out of class, which was nice, because she’s beautiful. Tierra, that daughter of a white mother and a father of Latino decent, was naturally tan. She was a short girl, about 5’1. She had curly dark hair, loved to wear tights and tight pants that showed off her beautiful ass. She had boobs that fit perfectly on her body. Not huge but definitely not small either. We started to hang out more and more and one day at the library Tierra asked me to grab her computer charger out of her purse for her. I said sure and looked into her purse to see a light blue pair of bikini style panties “T, why do you randomly have a pair of underwear on your purse?” “Oh my gosh” she said laughing “I forgot those were in there!” I laughed and said “do you always keep these with you” She laughed and began to tell me why she had them “Ok if I tell you, you can’t make fun of me. It’s kinda embarrassing” “Well, no promises” I jokingly teased her. “Ok” she began. “Oh my gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you” she laughed while blushing. “Most of the time, like when I’m with my girlfriends and I know we are going to be goofing around and just doing dumb shit, I keep an extra pair in my purse in case I pee a little” Smiling and laughing I responded “in case you pee a little?” “Yes!” Tierra said as she smiled and blushed. “From like laughing too hard!” “Does it work?” I asked “Well, sometimes. If I only pee a little or if I can stop it, it does. But sometimes when it happens o just can’t stop it and like, completely piss myself” I was turned on by this, but I couldn’t give that away. I had to find a way to get more info out of her with out sounding too excited. “When was the last time?” I asked. “This Sunday at Laney’s. We were having our wine night and just watching stupid YouTube videos” “So did your extra panties come in handy?” I asked her, trying to keep the conversation going. “Not at all.” She blushed. “It was one where I couldn’t stop. Once it started it just kept coming and I totally wet myself” she laughed “So what did you do?” I wondered “Put my jeans in the dryer and wore a pair of Laneys shorts the rest of the night.” “This happen a lot??” I asked her “More often than I’d care to admit” she laughed. Her jovial laugh and personality, especially about this issue, made me all the more turned on “What are some of the other times?” Tierra thought for a second “Well a few weeks ago we were walking home from the bar, and I already kinda had to go, and the my friend Tiffany was so drunk, she tripped going up the stairs at our apartment. I don’t know why but seeing her just drunkenly fall up the stairs was so funny. I started crying laughing. Then I started peeing. I was drunk, already needed to go, and was laughing hysterically. It was a perfect, or imperfect, storm. There was nothing I could do. I just stood there and pissed my pants while continuing to laugh!” She said laughing. She was so cute. “Then another time, about a month ago” she continued without me asking “we were at a party and my friend Mary was going around smacking these random guys at the party on the butt and saying “nice pooper” or something like that! Again I don’t know why it was so funny but I couldn’t stop laughing. Then I felt my panties getting warmer and warmer and my legs getting damp and knew I was peeing!” “So you had to go home?” I asked her “No no. This time my extra undies came in handy” she said with a giggle. “I Ran to the bathroom and jumped in their bathtub. I was wearing a skirt fortunately. My panties were already a lost cause but I didn’t want to pee on my skirt or on my legs or shoes. So I just hiked my skirt up, spread my legs and finished up. All while still laughing” she continued “Then I got my spare underwear out of my purse, slipped them on and went back to the party!” “What did you do with the wet pair?” I questioned her “Wrapped them in tp and put them back in my purse” she answered. I grinned at her and laughed “you’re a damn goof ya know that?” I teased “I know I know” she replied “I really am” That was the end of that conversation for the day as we got back to working on our project. Our bond grew closer and closer and we started hanging out a lot more outside of class. I could tell I was starting to fall for her, but wasn’t ready for another relationship at that point. But man, was she gorgeous. A few weeks later, we hooked up for the first time, and it was incredible. Even though we were spending more time, the only other mention of any of her laugh wettings was when I texted her a funny video and she replied “lol I woulda peed if I saw that live.” But that was it To be honest, we had so much in common that I had kinda forgot about her wetting stories. I mean, the fact that she was a laugh wetter was always in the back of my mind, but it never got brought up after that time at the library. That is, until about a week later. It was a Friday night and we all went out to a bar a little off campus. My group of friends and hers. She showed up looking breathtaking. She had her beautiful black hair all done up. She was wearing a black shirt that showed off the cleavage of her beautiful breasts and her flat, tan stomach. She was wearing smaller heals and a skin tight pair of blue jeans that looked like they were painted on. I was blown away by how Tierra looked. “You look incredible” I told her. “Did you bring your back up undies?” I joked “Of course” she said with a smile, opening her purse to show me the little black thong she had in there. “Atta girl!” We drank at my house for a little and then went out to the bar. We were all having a great time. Eventually as the night went on, Tierra and I were being quite flirtatious with one another. Dancing, talking, we even played a game of skee ball against each other. Before we knew it, it was almost closing time and our taxi was outside to take us back to our house on campus. “After party at our place!” I announced to everyone in our group, as I exited the bar holding Tierra’s hand. We had hooked up a few times before recently, and I wanted tonight to be no exception. We got back to my place on campus and we all decided that we were going to get high. One of my roommates had some, and rolled it into an empty cigar. We all smoked it, then, we did something that made us all laugh. We decided, in our intoxicating state, that we were going to rap. So we did, very, very badly I might add. At it was very funny. We were all laughing out asses off. Tierra was sitting on my lap. She leaned her head on my shoulder and, in between laughter, could barely manage to get out “I’m peeing. I’m, I’m peeing!!” As she continued to laugh. I picked her up off my lap (didn’t want to give away how excited I was) and watched as her skin tight jeans turned darker and darker as her pee ran down the inside of her legs, soaking her all the way to her shoes. From the back, her stain ran about halfway up her perfect ass and all the way down the back of her pants too. Ending about right in the middle. From the front you could see a little stream of pee that had made its way to the front and ran down her pant leg on the right side. She continued laughing as she stood there, legs spread, peeing. A puddle was beginning to pool beneath her on our hard wood floor and the pee dripped from her crotch and pants. “Oh my god Tierra!” Her friend Tiffany chimed “you do this entirely too much!” “I couldn’t help it! I couldn’t stop laughing!” Tierra explained. “Tierra this is the second time this week!” Her roommate Mary informed. “It is?” Asked my roommate “Yeah” Tiffany confirmed “she did the other day when we were playing that Heads Up game!” “You guys know what happens when I laugh too hard!” Tierra said. She turned to look at me “umm do you have a pair of shorts I can wear?” She asked grinning. “Yeah, come on” I answered. She followed me into my room and closed the door. I can’t believe I did that” Tierra laughed at herself. “Actually, yeah I can” she said as she peeled off her soaked jeans. I took them from her and put them in a bag. I could smell the aroma from them. They were still drenched! Tierra was now standing there in just a red thong and her black top. Her sexy little red thong, saturated in her pee, was clinging to her skin around her hairless vagina, making her panties almost see thru. She quickly removed her wet thong and revealed to me her perfect bald pussy, glistening with the wetness of her pee. I gave her a towel to dry her crotch area a little before she went to her purse and put on the extra pair of undies she always kept with her for exactly these types of things. She slipped it on and I stared as her beautiful ass swallowed in up, snug between her buttcheeks. She was a beautiful sight. “Do you have anything I can wear so I’m not walking around in a thong the rest of the night?” Tierra asked “Yeah I have some shorts for you to wear. But if you piss in them you’re buying me new ones” I kidded her. Tierra couldn’t help but laugh “Oh shut up” she giggled. She threw on a pair of my shorts and we headed back out to the living room. “All cleaned up?” My roommate asked “Oh yeah” Tierra said back “in my new sexy shorts!” She joked Unfortunately that night, we did not have sex. We stayed up late. Later than anyone else just talking. I even, in a drunken state, confessed that I kind of wanted to be with her. In the end though, we both decided that since we had both just gotten out of relationships, that it probably wasn’t the best idea to jump back into one. However, we did agree that we’d continue being friends with benefits, because our sex was great!! Tierra stayed the night with me, falling asleep in my arms on the couch. The next morning, I got her pants and panties out of the dryer and gave her a ride home. I was disappointed we didn’t have sex, but was happy I got to have such a great night with her.
  4. 4 points

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    This was just requested for me to put on here! I hope this is what you all wanted to see!

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  5. 4 points

    decided to leave

    It's unhealthy to be aroused by any children. Like leave the kids alone. They didn't ask for this.
  6. 3 points
    Another video, as promissed, this time she is peeing her jeans. 20190622_151946[Mute].mp4
  7. 3 points
    Hi! this is my first time writing something like this. I've posted some real sexual encounters online before, but never written kink fiction like this. This is a story I'm making up about a lesbian couple: A trans woman named Sarah, and her girlfriend, Kylie. This story is heavy on sexual content, non-sexual peeing, sexual peeing, and other kinks- but also, it's heavy on romance, character development and some background. These characters aren't real, but aspects of their personalities are inherited from myself and my partner in real life. These characters are not made-for-porn lesbians who exist to get you off (though I certainly hope to achieve that!) but hopefully will serve as believable, likable and relatable women. There's not enough trans-positive porn out there, and I figured the best way to change that is to write some myself. First, some information to get out of the way for the sake of clarity for CIS readers and for trans readers to get a vibe for the character and see if it's right for them and their own outlooks on their bodies and identities: Sarah is a trans woman. She has a penis, though a couple years of hormones have realistically altered its appearance and function. She refers to it by a large variety of words, including but not limited to: girlcock, cock, penis, dick, and clit. She refers to her ass as, well, her ass, but also as her pussy in some situations where Kylie tops her. I will never use degrading terms or slurs in these stories, or any of my stories for that matter. I do have some realistic experiences with my trans' characters' coming out stories and mentions of being deadnamed, but nobody is going to treat these characters poorly. It's porn, you're here to cum, not think about heavy shit. Sex between these characters takes on a variety of forms, and one of them is PIV penetrative sex. Now, CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS: Sarah is a strong girl, a little bit physically as she spends time working on her project cars, but also emotionally and intellectually. She has a thirst to teach herself things and to share her passions with anyone who will listen, but especially her girlfriend. She's 5'10, has shoulder-length hair that's naturally dark brown but that she dyes regularly, usually blonde or black. Her eyes are a greyblue, and her skin a milky white. She's been on HRT for two years, and she's a lesbian- but without a genital preference. She dresses goth in style when she's trying, and works as a freelance media producer. She has C-cup breasts, thick thighs and a strong core- even if she's got some extra meat on her butt and tummy. She's a hot head, but sensitive. In bed, she's a slutty little switch- much like her partner. Her kinks include various forms of omo, pee play and watersports- including diaper usage- but you'll have to stick around to learn more about her and her sex life. Kylie is equally strong, but in her own ways. Where Sarah has a short fuse and shorter patience, Kylie prefers to let cooler head prevail. She's a professional music producer and is in a successful electronic music project which she runs from the girls' home studio. She's bisexual, but prefers women, albeit with no genital preference. Her skin isn't quite as pale as Sarah's, but still pretty damn pale. Where Sarah prefers to step out in leather pants with straps, designer boots, dark eyeliner and black lipstick, Kylie takes on a more street punk aesthetic- ripped jeans, Converse, and plaid. Lots of plaid. She stands about 5'8, 36D breasts and a round little booty, thighs not quite as thick as her girlfriend's but certainly more toned, from her years playing volleyball in high school. She shares a lot of kinks with Sarah, but grew up a bit more sexually repressed, and thus has trouble expressing her sexuality as freely- something that Sarah brings out of her easily. She's got pixie-cut black hair and deep blue eyes, and industrial piercings in her ears. She can look a bit tough- albeit sexy- but under the skin, she's compassionate, for animals, for her friends, and most of all, for her partner. I hope you enjoy! Part 1. Setting Off (Tags: Pee, pee drinking, oral sex, holding, cuddling) Kylie caught herself smiling like an idiot as she watched Sarah talk to her parents about work. She loved to talk about her passions, perhaps a little too much, and Kylie couldn’t help but notice the soft, adorable glow of Sarah’s cheeks as she gushed about her latest project, a marketing package for a rather large car dealership. No matter what it was, Sarah had a lot to say about it- in part due to her inexplicable desire and capacity to learn everything there was about something she encountered. Kylie had spent many nights in their shared home office, cuddled up in Sarah’s lap as she gushed on and on about work or video games or her latest passion project, haphazardly balancing her laptop on one knee as she pulled up picture after picture that would usually do little to further Kylie’s understanding of the nuances of the Wankel engine, or whatever else had been holding Sarah’s brain captive lately. Not that Kylie could complain- she loved hearing Sarah talk, especially when she tried to explain things to her- she liked a brainy girl. Sarah had been talking faster than she’d been eating, and her mother politely reminded her to eat the steak her father had grilled for everyone before it got cold. Sarah seemed surprised to see that everyone besides her had almost finished their entree. She shut up and followed suit, but not before meeting Kylie’s gaze and returning her own teasing eyebrow wiggle as the realization that she’d been caught ‘mirin warmed Kylie’s cheeks. She looked down and feigned thirst, drinking perhaps too fast from her glass of iced tea. “So, when are y’all finally getting married?” Sarah’s mom interjected, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the question. Both girls choked on their respective bites of steak for a second, before regaining composure and meeting the question with a smile. “When you and dad scrape together the cash to pay for the reception. We’re fine waiting.” “Us? Honey, you two make more than enough to support yourself without even breaking a sweat.” She wasn’t wrong. Kylie was a musician, the ringleader of an electronic music project that made enough from merch and record sales to afford Kylie a quite comfy life by herself- Sarah’s advertising and videography expertise and odd assortment of bits, bobs and jobs only added to the girls’ cashflow. “You’re right, but consider we aren’t ready for that step yet!” Sarah said before taking her own swig of the iced tea. Despite the girls’ relationship going almost three years strong, marriage had been a rare topic. The girls supposed they were just too busy living their life to think about taking the next big step- actually, the thought of another big event where she had to interact with crowds of people and make sure everyone was enjoying themselves made her head spin- it reminded her of volunteering during college. The steak lunch was the cap to the final day of a week long trip to visit Sarah’s parents in southern Oregon. Sarah’s parents were rather traditional, and while they had done their best to be accepting of her transition and lesbian relationship, cracks showed when spending any real amount of time around the older couple- from probing questions about the girls’ sex life to Sarah’s father accidentally calling her by her deadname. Sarah loved her parents dearly, but she was ready to get back to Palm Desert. As everyone sat around the table on the back porch, sipping final glasses of tea and tidying clean-licked plates, Sarah shot a loot at Kylie that indicated it was time to start wrapping up the trip. The girls helped clean the dishes, then excused themselves to Sarah’s childhood bedroom to take a nap before setting off homebound. The girls planned to drive straight through the night, to dodge some traffic and heat. The two squeezed into the rather small attached bathroom to get ready for bed. “You sure you’re good to drive all night? I don’t mind taking a shift,” Kylie said as she squeezed a dot of toothpaste onto her brush from the little travel-sized tube the girls picked up at Target the night before their trip, struggling to get an adequate amount out of the very end of the spent tube. “Yes, hon, I’m sure,” Sarah said in her self-assured voice that found her most times she was questioned. “Besides, you can't drive stick. The last thing we need is to end up stranded in NorCal with a toasted clutch. Hey, leave some for me,” she interjected as she noticed Kylie using the very last of the toothpaste. “It’s fine, just borrow some from your ‘rents.” Kylie mumbled through a mouth of toothpaste. “Eh, I’ll do it when we get up,” Sarah said, stretching and yawning before wrapping her arms around Kylie from behind. She had only just placed a gentle kiss on Kylie’s neck and given her a squeeze around the waist before the pressure of Kylie’s hips against her abdomen reminded her how full of pee she was. Kylie turned to kiss her, but only got a quick peck before Sarah whispered “hold that thought” and retreated to the toilet in the corner of the room. As much as she loved to hold, she didn’t quite fancy having an accident that would have to be left for her mother to clean up- so Sarah would act her age and use the toilet. She unbuttoned her black denim shorts and slid them down in one stride along with her cotton boyshort panties- letting free her girlcock and giving Kylie an excellent full frontal view as she proceeded to pull off her top and sports bra as well, letting her natural-grown C-cup breasts jiggle as they fell from their fabric prison. Kylie licked her lips and raised an eyebrow- a shiver of desire running down her spine. “Easy, tiger, I’m just getting comfy for our nap. Save the fun for when we get back,” Sarah whispered perhaps a little sexier than was necessary as she sat down on the toilet and let go, fully aware that she had an audience who couldn’t get enough of it. Hm, perhaps she was spreading her legs a little more than normal- and Kylie got a clear view of her stream as she liberated the embarrassingly high number of iced teas she’d drank over the course of the morning and early afternoon from her bladder, her pee a little darker than her usual clear. Her flow was steady and made a very satisfying noise as it streamed into the water in the toilet, almost as satisfying as the feeling of letting it all go. Sarah’s stream remained steady and strong for nearly a minute before starting to taper off, and when it stopped, she stood, pulled up her panties and kicked the shorts across the room where the girls’ dirty laundry bag waited. A little dark splotch formed in the front of her grey cotton panties as some extraneous drops found their way out of her. She reached to flush, but Kylie called for her to wait. “No sense wasting water when I have to go anyway,” she said with a now extremely seductive undertone to her voice. Sarah felt her cock twitch a little, and let go of the handle. “By all means,” and she sat on the floor in front of the toilet. Kylie pulled her jeans and panties completely off, and then sat on the toilet, legs even more spread than Sarah’s. “Come here!” she commanded, and Sarah shifted off her butt and onto her knees, leaning forward and kissing her inner thighs, sending a shiver through Kylie that ripped away whatever desire she had to make Sarah wait. With her pussy inches from Sarah’s face, she let go. The trickle burbled forward just a little bit, splashing against Sarah’s cheek a little before slowing and starting to just fall into the toilet, the clearer liquid of the better hydrated girl mixing with her partner’s in the bowl below. Sarah’s damp cheek pressed against Kylie’s left thigh as she turned her mouth to face the sitting girl’s crotch, and stuck out her tongue, catching small amounts of her pee in her mouth with each pass at her clit. Sarah felt herself getting more and more turned on, the hot and slightly salty taste of her girlfriend’s pee fresh in her mouth even after each small swallow, and her girlcock starting to swell in her panties. Both girls were rather surprised by the bold, sexy act- they had drank each others’ piss before, but it wasn’t a very common type of play- they really had to be in the mood. Now, not only was Sarah giving head while drinking from the tap, she was doing it in her childhood bathroom- the same room she spent six years getting ready for middle and high school in days past. Each prod at Kylie’s clit was met with a little bit of a spasm, and as a consequence, Sarah’s face, hair and breasts were now various degrees of damp. As her stream started to slow, Kylie felt Sarah go for one final suck on her clit- something that elicited a sharp ah from Kylie as she accidentally pushed a hot stream of pee especially hard out of her, filling Sarah’s mouth as she let go of the now empty girl’s clit and sending clear pee dribbling out of her very surprised girlfriend’s mouth. The two set to cleaning the bathroom, packing their toiletries and eventually settled into the double bed for what would be the last time on this trip, somewhere around 3PM. Freshly showered and bare naked, the two snuggled close, Sarah’s legs interlocked with Kylie’s and with the soft trans girl’s head tucked inside the curve of her lover’s neck, sound asleep. The two were woken from their peaceful nap around 8, just before sun would set over Medford, Oregon, by the harsh tone of Sarah’s phone alarm clock. At the protest of her girlfriend, she rollled over, dismisses the alarm and slid her glasss back onto her face. “Morning sweet pea,” she said to Kylie, before turning to see her still face down in the pillow, just the corner of a smile and a shut eyelid visible of her beautiful face. “You wanna sleep in while I get the car ready, sleepyhead?” “I love to sleepzzzzz,” Kylie mumbled into the pillow. Sarah planted a gentle kiss on top of her head before rising and starting to dress. She had laid out an outfit before packing her bag back up- a pair of fleecy black leggings, an oversized blue t-shirt and some comfy cotton boyshorts she’d gotten from PINK. She’d forgone a bra for this journey- normally, it helped her feel very secure and feminine, something tracing its roots back to the earliest days of her transition, before the hormones when she just wore sports bras either flat or stuffed with fluffy socks. It had been a good way to feel femme, but one couldn’t exactly call the sensation comfortable on a long drive- especially with the newfound sensitivity that her hormones afforded to her and her cute, C-cup titties. Trying to move as quietly as she could, Sarah carried their bags to the living room where her dad helped her pack them into the small cargo area of the car they’d driven to Medford- Sarah’s latest project, a ‘97 Nissan 300ZX she had restored in a couple months of weekends. Once the bags had been loaded, Sarah set about checking the oil and drove it up the street to fill it with gas before returning to her parents’ house to wake up Kylie. When she got back, she was surprised to see through the window that Kylie was up and dressed, talking to Sarah’s mom in the kitchen. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and just before Sarah dropped the gleaming white Z into reverse, her mom came running out the front door with a plastic grocery bag in one arm and the other waving frantically, as if she was stopping Sarah from pulling into oncoming traffic. “I almost forgot, I got y’all some sustenance for the ride home. 11 hours isn’t anything to sneeze at. Take breaks, drive safe, love you!” She shouted, dropping the bag into Sarah’s lap and retreating into the house, blowing kisses as she went. Sarah handed the bag off to Kylie, who took inventory while Sarah piloted the Z towards the southbound ramp, shifting through the sports car’s five gears the way she had a million times before but still managing to elicit a lip bite from her girlfriend every time. The futchy, switchy girl in the passenger seat found something incredibly hot about her femme, glam-gothic girlfriend driving a stick shift. “Two Red Bulls, two big ass waters and- aw! Candy! How’d she know I like almond Hershey’s?” Kylie gasped as she dug through the plastic bag. “Come on sweetheart, you really think we don’t talk about you? There isn’t much my mom doesn’t know about you- all of it good, of course,” the goth girl in the driver’s seat teased, winking slyly. She had gotten a lot closer with her mother since coming out as a transgender woman two years before, just before she started her first hormone treatment. Her mom’s occasional social cluelessness aside, she had been a wonderfully supportive mother through everything- even taking Sarah out shopping the next night and buying her a cute dress to wear on her first anniversary date with Kylie- and helped size her daughter for some sexy lingerie for when she and her girlfriend found their way home, tipsy off restaurant-portioned wine and Italian food. All things considered, she felt incredibly lucky to have her mom in her life. “And you think we don’t talk about you,” Kylie said, hiding her blush by pretending to struggle to pop the top on an orange Red Bull and sticking it in the cup holder closest to Sarah. “Who do you think told her about your unhealthy caffeine hobby?” Blushing in turn, Sarah put the car in fifth as they reached cruising velocity and took a swig from the energy drink, effortlessly piloting the car toward Palm Desert. ~~Four Hours Later~~ Midnight had struck, and the girls were feeling wide awake, buzzed off the caffeine as the Nissan carried them towards home, reflectors shining on the pavement as it stretched off into the distance. A playlist blending punk, metal, industrial, dance and techno boomed from the aftermarket speakers- a special road trip list the girls had concocted together before setting off for Oregon the week before, containing their favorite earworms. Sarah had been enjoying the ride, occasionally glancing down at the temperature and oil pressure gauges to make sure her hand-built baby was weathering the miles okay. She had started to feel a bit of pressure in her bladder, but one, that excited her, and two, there wasn’t another rest stop for the better part of an hour. She would be fine, even if her squirms and occasional grasp at her crotch told a different story. A story that Kylie could read with ease. She looked up from her phone, and sprouted a devilish grin as she watched Sarah squirm, her lip bite telegraphing more than she would have liked about both how soon she’d need to pee and how turned on that made her. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” Kylie asked, in her patronizing voice reserved specifically for when she knew her girlfriend needed the toilet. She had a bit of pressure herself, but she knew that energy drinks went through Sarah like nothing, and the orange can had been sitting empty in the cup holder for hours. Unsurprisingly, she hadn’t yet dared to open her water. “I’m fine!” Sarah hissed, a bratty scowl crossing her face before being replaced by one of overwhelming sensation as her girlfriend reached across the center console and teased her slightly bulging crotch with her slender fingers, pressing on the head of her girlcock and then on her bladder. “You sureeee?” “Yes, and I can prove it! Gimme that water!” “Sarah, you don’t have to prove it. We can stop and pee if you like. I know you just finished this car, you probably don’t wanna mess up the seats.” “They’re leather, it’ll be fine. Besides, I’ll last longer than you.” “Is that a challenge?” Kylie barely whispered into her partner’s ear while tightening her grip on the tip of her partner’s clit. Struggling to maintain composure, Sarah affirmed that it was, and took the bottle of water, taking a swig. Kylie mulled over her proposal for a second, then laid it on her: “if you pee first, you’ve gotta dom me when we get back. I can tell from your face you wanna be a subby little slut when we get home. But if you can’t hold your pee like a good girl, maybe you shouldn’t be fucked like one either.” Sarah tightened her muscles, coincidentally causing her cock to throb a little in Kylie’s hand. “You’re on. Drink your water.”
  8. 3 points

    decided to leave

    Actually, that is frowned on enough in Japan, you will go to jail, here, too. They don't allow sex with kids as most of the civilized or at least tech-advanced nations of the world. I agree. You don't need to have every porn site on the web to wank to children! I find that actually distasteful. But be that as it may, I completely agree that there is no need to advertise that you are leaving if the site actually makes you that upset. Just tell the people you role play with if you need to tell them why you are not answering, but this seems like a last resort attempt to get the site owner to change his mind. I hate it when people force organizations to change for the few regardless what is being cried about. Maki made the decision, and you or anyone else leaving will not and SHOULD not change that. Sorry. ~Kitty Nikki~, I agree with you completely about it being distasteful to wank to children.
  9. 3 points
  10. 3 points

    decided to leave

  11. 2 points

    Photo countdown to 2020

    As we speed towards 2020 I can't help but think back to 2007, when I first started HD Wetting, and reflect on how far I have come personally, and with the site and its content. I thought it would be a fun challenge for myself to share a different photo from HD Wetting every day from now until the new year is upon us, as well as some behind-the-scenes anecdotes about the photo. To kick things off, I selected this photo for today- The models are Julie and Sammy and the photo dates from the earlier days of HD Wetting. At the point this photo was taken, HD Wetting was just really getting started as its own, stand-alone, website as we moved from Clips4sale. To beef up the website with more than just our Clips4sale content, we started adding photosets, but we didn't really put much time into them. As you can clearly see in this image, we just used the on-camera flash and no other lighting. The main focus was video, so we didn't put too much effort into photos. It was a very different time for HD Wetting. For one thing, we only had a few dozen members back then. The site was earning hardly anything, and I was barely paying the girls enough to pay for their gas to get to the shoots. There was almost no nudity or sexuality in the videos, it was almost exclusively just wetting. We would only shoot a handful of scenes at every shoot, only updating the site a couple of times a month, which is why the girls were willing to work for such a little amount. Back then, Craigslist made hiring adult models fairly easy.
  12. 2 points
    Hi everyone! I actually wet myself for the first time this morning and am kind of curious about it. I did a little searching, found this site, and decided to share! So last night I was out drinking with my friends. Just regular drinking and dancing, but when I got home I went straight to bed instead of using the bathroom like I usually did. I woke up I about an hour later with a mild need to pee, but I've found needing to go always turns me on a bit. I started thinking about my friend who's super hot and started fondling my boobs to warm myself up. But, rubbing my boobs makes me fall alseep while I'm drunk and I ended up nodding off before I got anywhere. Fortunately, I had a crazy sex dream that was super hot and satisfying. Eventually, I shot awake, my panties were soaking wet and I was absolutely dying to pee. I crossed my legs and shot my hand to hold myself. I instinctively thurst my hips against my hand a few times from being super horny until I felt a shot of hot pee against my hands. I froze and locked up hard, in a fog thinking about what to do next. I didn't want to wet the bed, so I tried to get up, but when I stood, more piss shot out and I could feel some drips between my thighs and start down my leg. I started to hobble over to my bathroom, but about halfway through the living room, I started to lose it and couldn't stop. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, peeing full force through my panties. I never felt more relieved in my life to just let go as I sat there in pure euphoric bliss. My hand wandered into my panties and I came in absolute no time, one of the best i ever had. I just sat on the toilet until I was completely done peeing. I stood up and looked myself in the full length mirror, inspecting the mess I made and thought it was incredibly hot. I showered up, got my phone, and started looking up stuff and stumbled over this site! I spent the rest of the day wrestling with the idea of whether to share my story or not, and well, here I am!
  13. 2 points
    The latest video of my girlfriend wetting her jeans shorts. 20191005_073535[Trim][Mute].mp4
  14. 2 points
    Definitely not one of my better ones, but here it is. Jenny opened the door and entered the house from the garage. She had just gotten home from a class and was excited to spend the rest of the evening with Megan and Katy for family game night. She walked into the living room and found Megan, her lover, laying on her stomach with a board game in front of her. It was clear she was in the middle of a game with Katy, her daughter, but Katy was not in the room. "Hey, how was class?" Megan asked. "Meh, the usual. Professor Whitman is really good at breaking things down, but the material is just so boring." Jenny said as she set her backpack down near the hallway entrance. "Where's Katy?" "Bathroom." Megan said as she started to get up. When she lifted herself off the floor, Jenny saw that the front of her jeans was soaked and there was a large wet spot on the carpet where she had just been laying. From the glistening and how tiny streaks shot downward, it was clear that Megan had just finished peeing herself seconds before. She walked over to Jenny and embraced her in a hug, then gave her a quick but passionate kiss on the lips. Jenny reached down and felt Megan's crotch. Her hand instantly became soaked with Megan's pee. Megan just smiled at her. They heard the toilet flush and Megan put her finger over her mouth and said quietly "shhh" then quickly went and laid back down covering the wet spot on the carpet. Jenny snickered at the idea that the 10 year old was the one who went to the toilet like a big girl and her mom was the one who'd wet herself, albeit, on purpose. After washing her hands, Katy came into the room and said "You're turn mom!" "I don't need to go." Megan said matter-of-factly. "What? No, I mean your turn in the game silly!" Katy said as she threw her arms around Jenny. "Are you going to play with us?" She asked. "Of course!" Jenny replied, returning the hug. She joined them on the floor but had to wait until the next round to join the game, so she just sat with her legs crossed and watched. As soon as she was comfortable, she relaxed and started to pee in her jeans. Katy noticed and said jokingly "You need potty training!" "So do you!" Jenny replied, also jokingly. "Psh! I just went to the toilet!" Katy said as she moved her piece on the board. "Psh! Only because you got in trouble! What was it again?" Jenny said playfully while tapping her chin with one finger. Katy's face flushed and she said with slight solemn "I peed my pants at school again." Jenny glanced down to see how large of a wet spot she'd made on the carpet and to momentarily admire her wet jeans, then she looked back at Katy and said "Yeah, so how long is your no-wetting punishment?" Katy looked at the clock on the wall, then back at Jenny "Until mid-night. That's like six hours away!" "Think you can last that long?" "You obviously can't!" Jenny gasped and smiled at the sharp reply. "I didn't get in trouble though!" "Yeah, well at least mom is still dry!" Katy retorted glancing at Megan. Megan stuck out her tongue at Jenny. Jenny bit her lip and resisted the urge to snicker. "Alright!" Jenny said standing up. "Let's have a contest!" She went into the kitchen and got three large 64 ounce water bottles from the cupboard and filled them up. She took them back into the living room and set one next to each of them. "You two have 30 minutes to drink the entire bottle, whoever wets themselves first loses!" Jenny shot a mischievous at Megan, who returned to her a look of unamusement. Jenny sat back down in her wet spot and started a 30 minute timer on her phone. Katy and Megan both began gulping water at regular intervals over the next half hour. Meanwhile Jenny casually sipped hers, intending to enlarge the wet spot she'd already made at some point during the evening. After the 30 minutes had elapsed, both Megan and Katy had finished their bottles as required by the contest. 60 minutes in, after several more rounds of the board game, Katy was starting to squirm. Megan, though her bladder was filling up, wasn't quite desperate yet. "Let's play a different game." Katy said. "Mom, you go pick one." "That's okay, you can pick the next one." Megan replied. "But it's your turn, I picked this one." Katy responded. "How about Jenny pick?" Megan suggested. "I wouldn't want to mess up the order!" Jenny exclaimed, trying will all her might to conceal the smile that tugged at the edges of her mouth. "You pick." She said back to Megan. There was a short pause. "Fine." Katy said, jumping to her feet. She quickly cleaned up the game and ran to the closet to pick another one. A moment later she came back with a different box and sat down. "Don't you have to go yet?" She asked her mom, squirming slightly as she removed the lid to the box. "A little. Are you going to last?" Megan asked. Katy looked nervously at the clock, then at Jenny. Jenny suddenly realized she had undermined Megan's punishment for Katy. She made a mental note to apologize to Megan later. "I think we should check!" Katy said standing back up. "See, I'm still dry!" She added turning around and back again. "Your turn mom!" "I'm good!" Megan said without moving. "You mean you're still dry?" Katy asked kneeling down squeezing her legs together. "Yep!" Megan chirped. Katy paused for a second. "Jenny, check her!" "What, you don't trust me!" Megan exclaimed with just a little too much enthusiasm. "I just want to be sure!" Katy responded. Jenny got up from her spot and crawled on all fours over to the dim corner where the lower half of Megan's body was. The carpet and her jeans were still damp from earlier, but there was no sign that Megan had peed again during the contest. Jenny admired Megan's cute butt for a moment while she debated ratting her out or not, then she crawled back to her spot. "Satisfied?" Megan asked before Jenny could speak. "Fine." Katy said as she finished setting up the game board, cards and pieces. Jenny, meanwhile, started to pee again and accomplished her goal of enlarging her wet spot on the carpet. Katy looked at her with envy for a moment. 30 minutes late, Katy was squirming bad while Megan still showed no signs. Finally Katy jumped and said "Oh my gosh! How are you not desperate right now!" After a moment of dancing in place holding herself, Katy trotted around the game board to check her mom. She gasped loudly. "Mom!" Katy announced sternly "You peed! It's almost dry, it must have been a while ago! You cheated!" Megan, now busted, could do nothing more to hide it. She rolled onto her side to reveal the damp patch of carpet underneath her, then she reached out and tickled her daughter until she peed herself (which was pretty quick). Jenny laughed heartily. "You knew!" Katy exclaimed to Jenny as she stood there soaking her jeans. Jenny nodded as she calmed her laughter. "Does this mean my punishment is over?" Katy asked carefully. "Yeah, you can wet yourself again." Megan conceded. "But what's the rule you broke?" "Only at home unless you give me permission." Katy droned. "Yep. Now let's play!" Megan said, rolling back onto her stomach. Katy returned to her spot and they started the game. Megan emptied her bladder into her jeans and the carpet during her first turn. It turned out to be a lot of urine and made her spot almost as large as Jenny's, until Jenny wet herself again later. They played and wet themselves the rest of the evening.
  15. 2 points

    “Brexit”

    Really?! It's difficult to imagine *anything* being worse than the current web of deceit...
  16. 2 points

    Zone Pink

    If there is somebody who does not enjoy that and is still reading this they have their own masochistic reasons and you should torture them further because that's likely what they want . As for the rest of us who actually do enjoy them there is not reason to go a bit further, they are in a videogame, who is to say their bladder don't level up.
  17. 2 points
    Ex internet girlfriend omorashi View File This was just requested for me to put on here! I hope this is what you all wanted to see! Submitter ethanboi_i Submitted 10/08/2019 Category Peeing
  18. 2 points

    Zombieville

    Get dat gun n get outta there! Little ladys bladder problem is about the least important thing in dis kinda scenario! And if dat zombie fellas got a cop hat on take dat as well.
  19. 2 points
    View File AnnaReyHorny - Pissing in her Hot Jeans Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/annareyhorny Submitter Reeve Submitted 10/08/2019 Category Peeing
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    Version 1.0.0

    324 downloads

    Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/annareyhorny

    Free

  21. 2 points
    Watch as Olivia intentionally unloads her full bladder into a pull-on style diaper, trying to get it to leak, in this cute wetting video. This scene takes us outdoors with Olivia, where we find her wearing a t-shirt and a pull-on style diaper. Talking to the camera, Olivia explains that she has been watching other diaper wetting videos, and especially appreciates the ones that show diaper leaks. This has motivated her to attempt to see if she can make her own pull-on overflow. With her bladder achingly full, Olivia stands in front of the camera and relaxes, filling her diaper with warm pee. As she pees, we can see the pull-on slightly change in color and grow heavy as it fills with liquid. A few small trickles do manage to escape the diaper, splattering on the ground between Olivia’s feet. After she has finished peeing, she takes off her saturated diaper, revealing her bare pussy. She holds the swollen diaper up to show it off, commenting on how heavy and squishy it now is. Finally, she says goodbye, and the video comes to an end.
  22. 2 points
    well it's simple. LGBT community taught you how to discriminate people based on dumb stereotype that non-LGBT people are all haters of some sort. which is pretty much what ALL identity groups do - turn against each other. we vs. them. that's how hate develops, that's how fights begin and that's how war starts. drop the group identity crap, be what you are and embrace yourself as an individual, and see other people as individuals and judge them based on their individual qualities rather than group identity. i'm a straight man and i don't mind at all if a gay man watches a video of me wetting myself.
  23. 2 points
    I was around 16 I’m pretty sure and was one my first ever date with a girl, I’ll call her Tahlia for privacy. We went to watch a movie, don’t ask me which one, and about halfway through I felt the need to pee. It was my first date and I was super nervous, so for some reason I thought the smart idea would be to hold it and not leave her side. Anyway after about another hour and a half we walked home as we both lived quite close. By this point I’m utterly desperate. We reach her house first, we hug and say our goodbyes, and then i just can’t hold it. I start peeing myself. Full on. Right in front of her. Needless to say there was no second date
  24. 2 points

    decided to leave

    You raise a good point. I'll try telling that to my landlord next time rent is due.
  25. 2 points
    This happened to a girl I was dating while at university. She was in Iran visiting one of her family members and the only toilet in the house was a squat toilet which this girl absolutely refused to use, despite the fact they were at this house for most of the day and were all drinking lots of tea and water in the very hot summer weather. She told me that no matter how desperate she was, she just couldn't use it and had to hold on until they were back to the main house they were staying at, which had a normal Western style flushing toilet. Apparently the traffic in Tehran is terrible and it took over an hour to get home, and she was absolutely bursting to pee the entire time, made worse by the fact that the driver had to keep slamming on the brakes and hitting potholes which jolted her bladder. By the time they finally got home she was almost in tears and was barely holding on, and had actually leaked a few times and as she was wearing really light coloured jeans she was worried that she had a wet patch on her bum. She told me that she was so desperate that she got out of the car before they had even parked up and had literally ran inside straight to the toilet, kicking off her shoes and throwing off her jacket and headscarf as she ran through the house towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind her, struggling to tug down her skinny jeans just as she reached the bathroom (she was dressed in a similar style to the women in this picture). I said that I couldn't believed she had made it to the toilet without wetting herself after waiting for so long, and she started to blush and said 'Well...not quite'. She went on to explain that when she finally reached the bathroom she started to lose control and she accidentally started weeing quite a bit into her underwear and jeans before she could pull them down and sit on the toilet, but the relief of finally getting to pee after holding on for most of the day was amazing and that she couldn't believe how long she was peeing for.
  26. 1 point
    So... before I start this, I feel like I should repeat what I have said in a few threads: I’m really shy. Sometimes. It depends on how I’m feeling, but even when I’m feeling my best, I really struggle with starting conversations. Recently, I’ve been having worse problems with this than usual, and I haven’t really spoken to many people; I’ve just been by myself. The Story: (Part 1) In university today, I had a large mug of tea before leaving for my afternoon classes. I was smart enough use the toilets beforehand, luckily. I went off to my first class with a thermos full of the equivalent of another large mug of tea, and sat down. Throughout the next class I drank the thermos of tea, as well as drinking from the bottle of water I carry everywhere with me. By the time came to move rooms for the rest of the afternoon, about 2 hours, I had to go. Kinda bad. But I thought I could manage, and I’ve been deliberately testing myself more by going longer between each bathroom break, especially in the afternoon where if I don’t go before leaving, I usually get a great desperate experience at home. I set off for the class, passing a set of toilets on the way. I felt a twinge as I walked past, but I ignored it. In this class, I was seated right next to my crush, and we were surrounded by a few girls we were friends with. She was much more friendly with them than me though, as she can start conversations easily without worrying endlessly about what everyone is going to think and how they'll react. About half an hour in, I felt the urge grow massively, going from a little uncomfortable to highly distracting, although I could resist it still. It stayed at this level until I was about 75 minutes into the 2 hour lesson. When it got worse, it pushed me up to a 6/10 level, which for me means when the urge is constantly on my mind, and I can only hold on by moving my legs around or holding myself occasionally. It was getting harder to ignore, but I kept trying to work. At 90 minutes in however, it was getting very hard to focus. I was constantly fidgeting, although I tried hard to stop myself, as I was at a quite bad 7/10. For the last 10 minutes, I was into 8/10 territory, focusing at all was impossible. My mind was consumed with how badly I needed relief... But I couldn’t go. If I left my seat to go to the bathroom, my friends... and my crush... would ask where I was going, and I wouldn’t be able to explain where, it’d be too embarrassing. I was worried about how they’d react, and I knew they’d want to go with me because too many girls seem obsessed with that... I didn’t think I could do it. Especially not in front of my crush, it’s hard enough to act normal around her already. I thought I could endure it until the end, and luckily I was able to. My crush and friends left before me, as they had to drop some coursework off. I’d sent mine in already, and I pretended to be filing up some notes or something while my friends left, meaning I could walk off to the bathrooms on my own. I picked up my stuff, and left, trying to resist my desire to hold myself to suppress the need to pee. I kept my legs as close together as I could without looking suspicious, and reached the closest bathrooms: Out of order. Typical. My bladder ached at having it’s plans for release postponed, and I had to find another set. Unfortunately, they had a huge queue, so I squeezed my legs together for a moment to alleviate the need for a bit and went looking for some more toilets. When I finally found some without a queue, I eagerly ran towards them, only to encounter my crush walking towards the girl’s room from another corridor. I quickly stopped running, and tried to hide my desperation while she stopped and approached me. ”Hey, Rosalynne! Were you just heading for the bathrooms?”, she asked me. My face went red upon just hearing the question. It’s worth mentioning here that my feelings for her are more than just that of a schoolgirl crush, I really, absolutely are completely in love with her. I can’t focus on things when she’s too close to me... I find myself watching her whenever we’re together... I want to make physical contact with her whenever I can, even though I’m too shy most of the time... it’s so hard to talk to her too, my anxiety just goes mad; if I do something to make her not like me, I think my heart would break. ”I-I-I... u-uh... n-no!”, I insisted, before taking a moment to regain my composure, and continuing: “I-I was just... just walking past...” ”Oh, okay. I was considering going myself. I haven’t been all afternoon!”, she said to me, doing a comedic fidget to exaggerate the situation. I tried to stop myself blushing, but with limited success. ”I think I’ll wait though,”, my crush said to me, “I can manage until I get home, and I really don’t like public toilets.” ”Okay.” ”Actually, before you go Rosalynne, do you want to go shopping? Me and a couple of other girls are going to town.” Despite the fact that my bladder was telling me that I should under no circumstances say yes, and should focus on getting home to pee, and that all my social instincts where telling me to say no and run away and hide before I said something that would ruin my chances with her forever, I blurted out: “Y-yes! I’ll go sh-shopping...” ”Great!”, my crush replied, “The others’ll get here in a minute.” End of Part 1 I wasn’t going to make this a two parter, but it’s 1AM and I need to sleep. This first half took longer to write then expected. I’ll write the rest in tomorrow, by editing the post if I can.
  27. 1 point
    i know i'm really curious but i love knowing the context of some pictures
  28. 1 point
    Sure, I'll try to keep that in mind when counting the votes up.
  29. 1 point
    It looks like the voting system being used here allows you to change your vote after submitting, by going back and giving a different response.
  30. 1 point

    Wet myself at the store

    Thank you Very nice video!!
  31. 1 point
    I literally couldn’t hold it after buying some smokes EA617AA9-7E0C-486C-BE2A-03EB9D6540DA.MOV
  32. 1 point

    Penny’s New Bike

    Great start and very much looking forward to seeing where you go with this story Barry
  33. 1 point
    Actually I was in the 24h mark and I needed to go but I knew I could last longer so to the delight of some people here I added and extra hour.
  34. 1 point

    Penny’s New Bike

    Fantastic start Barry!
  35. 1 point

    Cannabis

    people who have an underlying illness will instinctively medicate. I am a firm believer in cannabis being like pouring salt and lemon juice on an open infected wound, itll clean the wound, but fuck me does it hurt. THC(this is the only compund that can potentially cause issues, as far as i know), acts the same as lemonjuice and salt, when applied to a wounded mnd. please do not blame cannabis for causing schizophrenia, and or confuse it with the fact a person has an underlying illness already, which in my personal experience will cause them to instictively medicate. Its the schizophrenia that causes cannabis use, not the other way around, please trust me on this. in a society where this is a serious lack of education, someone who instinctively medicates to relieve thesymptom of mental health do so at risk without having proper education, understanding, support, the right environment etc. CBD, (almost always the second highest cannibinoid content in cannabis), on the otherhand, has NO RIVAL when it comes to being able to treat mental health. I am a living, breathing, walking advocate for cbd and my own mental health, i even plan on tattooing the CBD moleculer structure underneath my right forearm, just above the wrist. ive been to a psych ward 7 times, no official diagnosis, i was always told it was because i am someone that cant smoke cannabis i'd like to think, cannabis opened my eyes to the world, including its fucked up parts, and thats what my psychosis stemmed from. it does not feel nice to be lied to, right? so take an entire population, being lied to about real health, big pharma, and tell me the ones who start to "see" arent going to lose their shit at first. I did not create this post to have a debate on mental health, the irony in this is a bit much for me considering how relevant it is for me no, id rather talk about being in a positive stoned space while letting some golden nector go all over yourself, masturbate, not debate, hehe
  36. 1 point

    Penny’s New Bike

    Love it!! I’m excited to read more!
  37. 1 point
    The toilet. That cost way more than any of the clothes I’ve peed in.
  38. 1 point

    Bikini / Swimsuit wetting

    Here's one I haven't seen before: https://thisvid.com/videos/blonde-poolside-bikini-piss/ Poolside bikini piss.mp4
  39. 1 point
    I love wearing while I drive, peeing isn`t an issue, maybe slightly distracting because I`m trying to control it so I don`t leak in the car. I get a road trip this Friday so it re-up day for diapers and hopefully I can spend the whole day without using a bathroom.
  40. 1 point
    As you are here I presume you at least partly enjoyed it...
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    Monica’s Shame

    Chapter 7 ”water is a natural source that we need!” The mayor explained to the audience. Hearing any water words ir sounds sent her into agony and shock. Monica wasn’t sure how much longer she’d last. “Gallons of filtering, dam breathing water.” ”oh...” Monica squirmed “water...” ”ah!” ”water bursting, flushing, wet wielding water!” ”AHHHHH! “ Monica screeched with her legs crossed tight pushing her hands into her crotch. She couldn’t take this much more. And then “oh no...” it was starting. Whether she liked it or not. No matter how hard she pushed, Monica’s shame was about to happen, blast out of her like a whirlpool or a whale splashing into the ocean. She was doomed. “No....no...no....” But it was too late. Monica’s bladder exploded. Pee thrashing all of the sudden and out of nowhere seemingly into her panties by gallons within seconds....in front of everyone! ”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” to to be continued
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    Omovember Day 14

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Day 14: Standing in line for the toilet Jeez, even when waiting for a public potty the poor guy can't catch a break! Since when does the men's room have this much traffic?
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    (A/N: Oof, this one took a while for me to get out there, both from writer's block and going through some personal health-related issues at the time. Oh well, it's here now, and also ToS-friendly according to Maki himself. Enjoy the first half of a new story!) The Pressure to Pamper: One Enduring Day Part 1 The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Sake for editing, and daveshuyi and Imouto Bouquet for ideas "Once I have a picture of you having an accident, you'll be finished! Now come on and let it all out. You know you want to!" Over the wily Don Tanukiman’s cackling, Little Yoko could only look around in desperation, her hands firmly at her groin and legs locked together from the knees up. The water park all around her proved just as devilish as the don, assaulting her senses with all kinds of rushing, trickling, gushing, and crashing water. The poor kitsune girl was at her absolute limit, and she knew it. Even taking a single step without her bladder bursting wide open seemed impossible. She could feel the tears welling up, ready to run down her cheeks at the same time as the urine ran down her legs. “Ah… I can’t…” Little Yoko closed her eyes and lowered her head a touch. “I’m g-gonna… make it!” Suddenly, she threw an arm straight out, her hand wide open as if a magical instrument was about to poof into existence. Her remaining arm and legs put everything they had into keeping her dry for just a little longer. “Bah, be as defiant as you want!” shouted Don Tanukiman, “We both know that it’s only a matter of time before you g-oof!” The Don’s eyes bulged out of nowhere, sending his sunglasses flying. He fell forward with a thud, a large swollen bump appearing on the back of his head accompanied by the cracking sound of his camera breaking from the impact. Just above him was Little Yoko’s flying broomstick, sailing through the air on a beeline to her hand, no matter what or who it had to knock over to get there. Grabbing it out of the air, Little Yoko mounted the broom and took to the skies, her destination being the closest public facilities. Her legs straddled the wooden base and her free hand stayed firmly pressed between them like her life depended on it. Her clothes certainly did. In a matter of seconds, Little Yoko found a very promising bathroom just outside the water park, uncrowded and open. Soaring straight to it, she jumped off her broom and ran inside, knowing she had mere seconds left before it all came gushing out. This being a TV show aimed for a younger audience, all that was shown next was the restroom exterior, with the camera slowly zooming out for a couple seconds. Then, it suddenly cut to a foot clad in a sandal and white sock stepping out. The camera panned upward, showing off clean, dry legs and skirt before stopping on Little Yoko's very happy, very relieved face. "Aaaahhh, much better!" she declared, her voice significantly more relaxed. Another crisis averted, and with her none the worse off; she had every reason to be pleased with herself. Pulling her broom back, Little Yoko set off into the air. "Maybe now I can really have fun today! That water park actually looks like a lot of fun. Better go get my swimsuit! Wheeeeee!" she said before flying off. The camera irised in as she disappeared with a twinkle before opening back up to Don Tanukiman sitting on a bench, nursing his big bump with one hand while holding his broken camera in the other. "I just bought this, too," he complained just as the show closed off on his sad face. The show came back on to its ending credits, complete with a catchy outro. Sitting at the floor table, Senko put her cup down and turned off the TV. "At least one of us was able to make it," she commented with a sigh. She rose to her feet and walked to the balcony door, staring at the bedsheets hanging up to dry after a good wash. They weren’t all that dirty to begin with, but she had to make sure every last drop of her shameful waste was out of them, even if it was hardly anything in the first place. It had already been a couple days since her accident, but it still clung to the back of her mind. Yes, Nakano forgave her, but she still had a bit of trouble forgiving herself. She was supposed to be the one taking care of him. How could she do that when he had to console her while she’s collapsed onto a puddle of her urine? Some helpful fox she was. “Got a lot on your mind today?” Senko’s ears twitched at the young voice with a thinly-veiled hint of cheekiness. She turned around to find Shiro, a younger kitsune girl that she had the sort-of-pleasure of knowing. She had her hands on her hips and quite the smirk on her face, not unlike a cat about to pounce on her prey. Senko could feel a slight shiver run down her spine; whatever was about to happen next, she knew it was not going to be pleasant. “Or you are just making extra sure the bedsheets are clean?” she added with a giggle. Still, Senko had to be the adult in this discussion. “Morning, Shiro,” she replied. “What brings you here today?” “Oh, nothing much,” continued Shiro in her barely-hidden amusement. “Just wanted to hang out here today for a wee bit.” Does she…? There was a faint twitch on Senko’s eye, but her face remained stoic otherwise. “Mmm, well Kuroto has already left for work, so it would just be you and me. I wasn’t planning on doing anything too special today, either.” “I figured as much. You are the type of girl who likes to ‘piddle’ around.” Shiro’s lips curled upward just a tad. She does. Senko sighed and lowered her head. “Go on, get it out of your system.” “Pfft… bahahahahaha!” From there, Shiro’s weak facade immediately crumbled. She began by pointing and laughing, but then fell onto her back, her hands clutching her heaving belly while her feet kicked in the air from the biggest fit of laughter she had enjoyed in a good while. “I should have seen this coming,” Senko spoke to herself. “Ahah… ahahah…” Shiro sat up, rubbing a tear out of her eye as her piercing laugh subsided. “I still can’t believe it. The Great Senko peeing herself like a toddler! I really thought I was dreaming when Yozora showed that to me!” “Y-Yozora!?” Senko’s pupils went white. Does the entire spirit world know about that now? It’s gonna be tough showing my face there for a while… “But seriously, what was the deal with that? Too proud to say you have to tinkle to a human?" "I…" Senko looked away, unsure of how she could even put this. The truth seemed just as good of a reply as anything. "It was just bad judgment on my part. I put Kuroto's needs over my own for too long one night. It's really not a big deal." At least, she wished it wasn't. “Really now? The caretaker of a human wets herself, and it's no big deal?" said Shiro, still smirking. "I'd say that's a sign, if you ask me." "What are you getting at?" Shiro put a hand up to her chin, a sign Senko knew all too well. “You’re getting up there in centuries, Senko, and you’re not exactly all-powerful like Yozora. Maybe by taking on the role of pampering Nakano, you might be biting off more than you can chew.” She’s really gonna go there, huh? “I would hardly think a single mistake would mean I was incapable of taking care of Kuroto,” she said, crossing her arms. “Maybe you think that way, but what if Yozora doesn’t? She might be thinking of replacing you as we speak.” Shiro placed a hand on her chest. “And if she just so happens to think I would be the best suitable replacement, then who would I be to refuse?” Senko could feel something inside her snap. She knew Shiro could only be teasing her, but the mere thought of being pulled away from Nakano over a single mistake… Her cheeks grew warm and the hairs on her tail began to fray. “Shiro, Nakano is my responsibility, and I will see my job through to the end.” she said with a noticeable firmness growing in her tone. “But how can you do that if you can’t hold your pee-pee? I guarantee I would never have peed myself if I were in your place that night.” "Would you, though? I was watching you the last time you played video games with Kuroto, you know." "Yeah, I whooped him pretty good again. Almost didn't even have to read his mind!" "You also kept bouncing your foot and had a strained look on your face the whole time. I was pretty certain I would have had to clean the floors a second time that day." "Eh!?" Shiro lost her smug smirk and glanced away for a moment. “E-even so, I'm positive I still could have held it better than you!” “You can say it as much as you want. There’s no real way you can prove it.” Suddenly, Shiro’s face lit up, and her frown grew into a very mischievous grin. “Oh, I know exactly how I can prove it.” Another chill went down Senko’s spine, but she couldn’t resist asking. “And how is that?” Shiro dramatically flung her pointing finger at Senko. “Let’s have a holding contest, here and now!” Senko stared agape. “A… holding contest? What on Earth are you talking about?” “It’s easy! We drink a lot, then the first girl to pee loses. This way, we can see for sure who could have held it better!” “Shiro, you can't be serious." Senko crossed her arms. "That's not the kind of competition ladies like us should be getting into." "Why not? Nakano's not gonna be home until long after our contest is over. Nobody is gonna know about it." You mean other than Yozora? thought Senko. "Wait a minute." There was the smug look again. "Do you not want to compete because you know I'll win? Too afraid you'll be upstaged by the eager young junior with a bladder of steel?" Senko turned her head away. "If you're trying to goad me into it, it's not going to work," she claimed, despite her rising blood pressure. "Or are you just worried Nakano's gonna come home to you making another puddle on the floor? He definitely won't think very well of you. He might even have to put you in diapers!" "Uyan!?" The mere thought of being forced into something so degrading left a gross feeling all over Senko. “I’m just saying, if you wet yourself a second time in front of him, even I might look like a better pamperer, and-” That does it! Whatever Shiro was pressing on inside Senko finally snapped. Senko looked her junior right in the eye with a newly-found fire. "Alright! If you're so insistent on proving yourself better, then you can have your chance." "W-wait, really?" Shiro blinked. "I mean, a-ha! It's settled; a battle of bladders among the demigods! I hope you were planning on doing laundry today, because your underwear won't survive this!" At least I have underwear to ruin, thought Senko, briefly glancing at Shiro's exposed thighs. "I don't know if I'll enjoy the win, but I don't plan on losing," she said as she walked to the kitchen. “Heh, that makes two of us!” said Shiro following behind. “So what are we drinking? Maybe some of your special sake to really have some fun?” Senko grabbed her tea kettle and filled it up. “It’s far too early in the day for alcohol. We’ll stick to green tea and water for this contest.” “You’re no fun sometimes, you know that?” said a frowning Shiro. "Guess I'll just have to keep myself occupied some other way." Meanwhile, Senko stared into the water inside the tea kettle, her reflection looking back. Was she really about to do something this improper? This couldn't be the face of a girl who would take part in a pee-holding contest. What would Nakano think if he ever got wind of this? No, she couldn't think that way. This was about putting a mouthy junior back in her place, nothing more. Besides, she was certain she had the capacity to outlast Shiro. That girl had a tendency to use the bathroom whenever she first felt the call of nature… and announce it rather loudly, at that. The only time she didn't declare her need to pee was around certain humans like Nakano. Likely a pride thing, and Shiro was certainly full of that. A little humility might be good for the growing kitsune. Putting her determined face back on, Senko closed the tea kettle and nodded to herself. For everyone's sake, she would win this contest. "Oh come on, that's so unfair!" Shiro huffed and threw her controller down, pouting at the TV screen. The computer fighter struck a victory pose while the words "You Lose!" taunted her in bold red text. "They're obviously cheating. It’s the only way they could stand a chance against me!” said Shiro, looking over to Senko. Sitting at the floor table, Senko did her best to hide her amusement. Not that she was any good at video games either, but she found it funny how humans and demigods alike could get worked up over these things. Hearing no response, Shiro huffed and picked her controller back up. "Well, it can't keep it up forever. I'll beat them yet, you'll see!" Had Shiro not said something similar about a dozen tries ago, Senko might have believed her. Regardless, she had no doubt her junior would keep at it for as long as it took to win. The girl had quite the stubborn streak when it came to competitions. If only Senko had realized that a bit sooner, she lamented. Looking down at the empty cup of tea, Senko subtly squeezed her legs together. How long had it been since they officially began this contest? At least a few hours, it was now the early afternoon. This combined with the cups of tea they drank every hour added up to one undeniable truth. Senko wanted to use the bathroom. Really wanted to. It was amazing how quickly tea went through a demigod’s body. Already, it was getting difficult to distract herself from the growing pain in her groin. It was always there, no matter what household chore she tried to engross herself in. While Senko had kept her tail busy with cleaning, Shiro remained firmly on her rear playing Great Fluff Fighters Special. Senko had her eye on her whenever she could, to remind herself she wasn't the only one suffering from a call for nature. Shiro had been trying to hide it, Senko had to give her that much. She hadn’t complained once about needing to pee, but it was the little things that gave it away. A twitch in her foot, an occasional squeeze of her crossed legs, and her white tail curled around her midsection to try and obscure it all. There was no denying it; Shiro was just as desperate for the bathroom as Senko was, no funny games here. A chime went off on an hourly timer. “Oh, it’s already that time again?” asked Senko. Shiro groaned and paused her game. “Alright, I could use a quick break anyway.” The girls gathered at the floor table, with Senko pouring out two cups of green tea. They each took a cup into their hands, looking into the liquid before lifting it to their lips. In perfect sync, Senko and Shiro gulped down the soothing tea, neither one stopping until their cups were empty. Two sighs were let out as they set their cups back down, the tea warming their bellies yet again. As much as Senko liked green tea, it worked best when enjoyed as just one cup paired with a nice meal. Pouring it down her gullet every hour wasn't that enjoyable, especially knowing it would quickly make its way to her cramped bladder. "It's a good thing your tea is so delicious," said Shiro, "I still think this would be way more fun with your sake stash instead, though." Senko shook her head. "Maybe, but I definitely can't have Kuroto come home to two intoxicated kitsunes. How could I properly pamper him in such a state?" "Are you kidding? He's probably gonna be working real late again. Alcohol doesn't stick as long for us as it does humans. We'd be sober and bushy-tailed by the time he stumbles through the door." Shiro's eyes lowered. "Plus, our contest would be over quicker, I'd bet." "Hmm?" Senko raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want this over sooner? Is it getting bad for you?" "Eh!?" Shiro suddenly sat upright and put on a cocky grin. "What are you talking about? I barely even feel it right now! I'm more worried about you. Just making sure you have enough time to clean up the puddle you'll make before too long." "Thank you for the concern, but I won't allow any more puddles to happen on these floors, no matter who it's from." "So you admit you're gonna give up and run to the toilet at some point?" Someone's getting ahead of herself again. "We'll both be using the toilet, regardless of this contest’s outcome.” “Yeah yeah, I’m not planning on soaking the floor while you have a nice squat over the potty. I’ll be emptying my bladder in triumph right after you.” A growl from nearby wiped Shiro’s smug smirk from her face, making her clutch her stomach. “Ugh, speaking of empty, I really need something to eat with all this tea.” Senko looked down to her own belly. Now that Shiro had brought it up, they had yet to have a proper lunch. Cooking and eating would probably make for a good distraction as well, if only for a little while. “Sounds like I had better whip up some fried tofu for us," she said. "Awesome!" Shiro perked right up. "Your cooking will make this a lot more fun!" Senko stood up, slowly and carefully so as not to disturb her bladder. Shiro, on the other hand, jumped straight to her feet, only to wince and stiffen up right afterwards. It was only for an instant, but long enough for Senko to notice. With any luck, this contest would be over sooner than she could hope for. They stepped into the kitchen area, each girl thinking about filling their stomachs to the same extent as their bladders. “Huh?” Both girls’ ears twitched at the sound of a key turning a lock. Someone was opening the front door, way before Nakano should be coming home. Immediately, all thoughts of food and pee disappeared as Senko and Shiro watched the knob turn and door swing open. "Senko-san, I'm home!" In stepped Nakano with a smile. "Oh, Shiro-san? You're here too?" "K-Kuroto! Welcome home!" Senko replied, her voice holding equal amounts of happiness and confusion. Shiro looked to Senko. "Wait, what's he doing here? He’s not supposed to be home this early!" "Right, about that." Nakano rubbed his head. "We were working as usual when the power went out. I'm not sure exactly how, but the whole block was out of power. Anyway, we can't get any work done without electricity, so they sent everyone home for the day." "That's… great news!" Senko forced a smile as Nakano walked past them, removing his jacket and setting down his suitcase. "Now you have the whole afternoon to relax." "Y-yeah, relax. At home. With us in the same room," said Shiro flatly. Senko followed behind, her heart and bladder throbbing in equal measure. “S-so, what should we do now that you’re home early? I know plenty of ways to help you wind down.” “Well, about that,” said Nakano, “As I was walking home, I noticed how good the sunshine felt today. I was hoping I could maybe get outside for a little bit.” “Mm, you don’t get many chances to enjoy the afternoon.” Senko put a hand to her chin, then her face lit up. "Oh! there's a park not far from here. We could have a nice picnic under the sun!" Nakano offered a smile. "That sounds lovely, but are you sure you can put a whole picnic together so quickly?" "Of course!" Senko put her hands on her hips and pouted. "You don't think I can handle something like that?" “Er, no, I didn’t mean it that way!” said Nakano, putting his hands up. Senko’s pout changed to a smile. “Mm! Now why don't you go freshen up while I get our picnic all together?" "That sounds like a plan." Nakano returned the smile before heading into the bathroom. The moment the bathroom door closed, Senko dropped her smile and walked to the kitchen. She had to come up with something to quickly throw together for a picnic, yet still be up to her high standards. Not that it would be a challenge normally, but thinking on a strong urge to pee was not easy, even for a demigod. But nevermind the picnic. Once again, Senko was in the predicament of needing to relieve herself while Nakano was around, and so soon after her accident. It seemed like they had only just had that conversation about her being more open with her needs, and yet she was already betraying that. Just him being around was making her think twice about this entire contest. Maybe it would be for the best if... “Hmph, I know what you’re thinking.” “Uyan!?” Shiro was practically in Senko’s ear with her hand in her face, making the elder girl jump back. “You’re probably thinking Nakano coming home early means you have an easy excuse to call this contest off, aren’t you?” said Shiro. How is she so perceptive on such a full bladder? thought Senko. “W-well, it’s not going to work! This contest isn't ending until one of us pees!” Shiro said with a strange amount of force and slight blush on her cheeks. To this, Senko frowned. "Shiro, you can't seriously believe we can keep this up around Kuroto. This contest is embarrassing enough as it is." "Then there's only way one out, and you know what it is." Shiro glanced to the bathroom door with a knowing smile. Senko found her eyes drifting to the water closet as well. This would be her only chance to get out of this contest, with zero chance of this ending in an accident for her. Her bladder definitely wanted her to take it; she felt its subtle squeezes to make her rush in as soon as Nakano stepped out. How good it would feel to have that pressure gone from her body and mind… then she could devote her whole heart to making this picnic the best it could be. But all it took was one look at Shiro to know that it wouldn't be worth it. She could practically hear what Shiro wanted to say with that devious smile: "Give up now, so I can lord this over you forever. Every time we’re together with Nakano, you’ll know that you might not be the best person to take care of him.” Could she really look him in the eyes if she gave up now? Senko looked away from the toilet door despite her body's protests and smiled. "Thank you for the offer, but I must decline. I am in this contest to the very end, no matter what that end may be.” For a moment, Shiro’s face twitched as though she were pained to hear that. However, it was just as quickly replaced with an upward head turn and a huff. “Suit yourself. It’s… just gonna be a long walk back home in wet clothes, is all.” Is she talking more about me or her? thought Senko. She supposed it didn’t matter, for there were far more pressing issues to focus on. Their contest was about to get a lot more complicated, and possibly even more embarrassing. Even if she won and still made it to a toilet, Senko wasn’t sure if she would look back on this day in pride, let alone openly share it with others. Still, she could not and would not give in now. This would be one of her biggest tests ever as a caregiving fox spirit, and she would give no less than her very best to surpass it. Turning to the kitchen, Senko got started on putting together the meal for their picnic. If nothing else, she would make certain they would have a scrumptious lunch to go with the endurance trial that would be the rest of this contest.
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    I don't think this is a repost. Lovely woman tries on clothes, wets jeans and gray tights. Enjoy, Rach

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    Jessica's Interview

    As usual, it's been a while since I posted/finished a story - warning; with it's 16 pages it's quite lengthy - but that's how I like them. I started writing this story after the story writing competition, and although this wasn't written as an entry, my story follows the the scenario of the competition. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding, wetting and humiliation. - - JESSICA'S INTERVIEW - - Jessica once again adjusted her tight grey business skirt, and looked up to the tall classic office tower which was now right in front of her. There she was, standing still in the middle of a constant stream of people walking in and out of the building, most of them yelling through their expensive smartphones, not caring about the nervous 22-year old they were passing by, so busy with their work that they failed to notice the restless look in her eyes, her hands trembling uncontrollably, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her interview would start in fifteen minutes - her first since she graduated cum laude from college - and no matter how prepared she was or how suited she was for the open position, Jessica was extremely nervous. Supported by her outstanding school grades, she had decided to take the ambitious career route, unlike many of her friends. Yes, the economy was tough, especially for graduates, but Jessica didn’t want just a job - she wanted THE job - the salary wasn’t all that important to her, but the medium-maintenance position and career opportunities were. Glancing at her watch, she decided to enter the building, wanting to make a confident first impression by arriving a few minutes early, making sure that whoever was interviewing her would not have to wait for her. “Okay, here we go”, she thought to herself as she walked through the revolving door together with a dozen of people she didn’t know, trying to calm down her nerves. As the cool breeze of air conditioning brushed her bare arms, she felt her bladder twitch, and Jessica asked herself how that was even possible - she had used the bathroom at her apartment before leaving, just thirty minutes ago? Trying not to indulge her nervous symptoms, she pushed the thought away in the back of her mind and obliged herself to concentrate on the job description that she had read literally a thousand of times. The department she was interviewing with wasn’t located in the main tower, but the direction signs inside the building were pretty clear, and after walking through the long glass passage which connected the two buildings, she arrived at the department lobby. The contrast with the main hall couldn’t be any bigger; while the latter was filled with people walking in all possible directions, sounds of elevators opening and closing, energetic like a wasps nest, the department lobby was ruled by complete silence. Jessica barely noticed the receptionists desk, which was situated in the back of the giant modern area. Putting on her best smile, she paced forward, taking a gander at her watch again - she was ten minutes early. Usually she would wait just a little while longer to present herself, but there was no place to hide in the almost empty hall, and she didn’t want to make an impression as a fearful personality, even when it was just to the receptionist. Behind the desk there was a young woman, about Jessica’s age, talking on the phone, politely smiling back to Jessica, implying that she had noticed the visitor, and that she would take care of her after she finished her telephone conversation. Jessica waited by the desk and checked out the receptionist; she was wearing a formal two-piece suit with a grey skirt, almost like Jessica’s but a little shorter in size. Jessica smiled to herself; she had selected her outfit well for interviewing - at least her clothing style wasn’t something that she needed to be worried about. In fact, she thought that the receptionist showed a little too much cleavage for business, the top of her perfectly shaped youthful 36C breasts exposed for whoever might be looking. It wasn’t that Jessica was jealous about her model figure - she didn’t have to, having quite the body herself - she just thought that it was more appropriate for someone working at a respectable firm to show a little less skin. Despite the shorter skirt and open blouse, it looked like she did her job very professionally though, politely ending her call. “Sorry for the wait,” the receptionist smiled, “how can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here for the interview... I’m Jessica.” The reply was short, as Jessica tried to remain calm; now that she was getting closer to the interview, her nervousness started kicking up again. The receptionist shortly glanced at her computer screen, and then stood up. “Ah, welcome Jessica; we’ve been expecting you. It seems like you’re a little early, your interviewer is still on his way - please follow me.” “Did you have any trouble finding our department?”, the girl asked, casually continuing the conversation, as Jessica went along in her direction. “No, not at all,” Jessica replied, the small talk calming down her nerves a bit; the receptionist seemed like a really nice person. “Oh, that’s great - we’re a bit separated from the rest of the firm for the moment, we just moved here... Jessica was it, right?”, the secretary went on, leading Jessica into a large conference room. “So, please make yourself comfortable, I will let you know when your interviewer arrives. Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, soda?” “Water is fine, thanks,” Jessica kindly accepted; she felt pretty thirsty. The receptionist left and Jessica positioned herself in the nearest seat at the corner of the conference table, took her resumé out of her briefcase and put it on the table top, perfectly aligned with the table border. While she waited for the receptionist to come back with her drink, she felt her bladder complaining again, telling her brain that she could definitely use the lavatories, but again she neglected the feeling, deciding that she was just nervous. With her last bathroom visit just forty minutes ago, it was simply not possible that she had to pee again, and she could easily contain herself until after the interview; that was her point of view. The interview was just a preliminary conversation, so it wouldn’t take a whole afternoon - thirty minutes, tops. It was her first since college, but Jessica had prepared the interview carefully, having practiced her skills with her best friend Kay - she knew what questions she should expect, how to present herself, etcetera. But still; sitting here, waiting for the real deal, was something else. - - - - - - - Thirty minutes later, Jessica was still alone in the conference room - her appointment was late, and she was getting more nervous by the minute, constantly wondering why he wasn’t showing up. Feeling tense, she was strolling along the room’s large window, the 20 ounce bottle that the receptionist had brought in earlier completely empty, all that water traveling down her body, increasing her inconvenient need to pee by the minute. Jessica tried hard not to think about it, now realizing that it wasn’t all nerves causing the signals in her lower body; a noticeable amount of urine was unmistakably filling her bladder up. Keeping her knees pressed together solved the problem for now though, and she was still confident that she could easily manage herself. Jessica chose to sit down again, since standing up clearly wasn’t helping her nervousness, and looked over her resumé another time, wondering whether it was standing out enough between the other many resumés the company probably got for the open position she wanted. Well... she had been invited for the interview, presumably unlike some of the other applicants, right? Her resumé wouldn’t help her anymore, not in here; she would have to charm and try to win the interviewer in the upcoming conversation. But how would she have to do that? Jessica started to doubt about herself again, no matter how many times her friends, parents and teachers had told her how utterly brilliant she was. What if she just got invited as a joke, chosen by the younger looks of her profile picture, thinking that they could mess with her a little, as often was the case at the workplace? What if the reviewer would laugh at her, for applying with a resumé which clearly lacked experience? Jessica’s heart pulsed faster and faster, trying to tell herself that she should calm down. Impulsively, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the entrance door of the conference room; deciding to look for a bathroom after all. The small constant twinges of her bladder were driving her crazy, and it didn’t seem like her interviewer would be here very soon. She cursed herself for not allowing herself a quick visit to the washroom earlier; she had gotten plenty of time to do so in the last thirty minutes. Carefully, making sure that her interviewer wasn’t arriving, she walked through the door leading to the lobby. The receptionist was on the phone again, but Jessica was actually happy that she was, because she was not really sure whether she would dare to share her predicament with an unknown stranger - now she could go on the quest for a bathroom herself. Only a few doors away, she noticed a fancy bathroom sign, and she increased her pace, thankful that she could relieve herself even though she wasn’t near her bursting point yet. However, her joy was quickly taken away from her, as she observed a great number of plumber’s tools spread around the room, the owner of the tool working inside the only cubicle itself. As she walked towards the plumber, Jessica’s bladder complained even harder now that she had reached the lavatories, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to use them after all. “Umm... I’m sorry,” she asked, a little embarrassed, “I guess I can’t use this bathroom now?” “Sorry miss,” the plumber - a guy in his 40’s - replied, “there was a water leak that I’m fixing now, so my guess is that you can’t”, he smiled, secretly enjoying that he was in the position to postpone the 22-year old girl’s sanitary break. “Unless you want to try the men’s urinal over there”, he pointed at the corner of the room, laughing out loud, gazing up Jessica’s athletic legs. From where he was lying, he had a great view of her smooth lower thighs, and he secretly fantasized about the shy girl, desperately pulling up her skirt and letting her hot urine gush into the urinal as she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exposing her smoking firm buttocks to him, moaning as she enjoyed her long anticipated relief. In his profession, he had dealt with dozens of full-bladdered ladies, but not one of them so innocently sexy as the fox that was now standing in front of him; a bulge appeared in his work trousers - he hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied as casually as she could, and she returned to the conference room again, her bladder compelling inside of her, struggling with her decision to leave the only place where she could release it’s contents. - - - - - - - Just a few minutes later, the receptionist walked into the conference room again, bringing Jessica another water bottle, smiling at her. “Hi, I just got of the phone with mister Rodicelli, his last meeting took a bit longer than expected - he is on his way over here - in about five minutes he will join you. We’re terribly sorry for the wait, I hope that’s alright?” “Um... I’m sorry... mister Rodicelli?”, Jessica asked, perplexed. John Rodicelli was one of the co-founders of the company and senior member of the directors board; his name was all over the website that she had so precisely examined. “There must be some kind of mistake here - see, I’m applying for the function of...” “It’s no mistake,” the receptionist interrupted her, “the director wants to make sure that there are only raw talents in the new department that he is starting up. Don’t panic,” she added, seeing the terrified look in Jessica’s eyes, “he’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read your resumé; it looks impeccable.” “T... Thanks”, Jessica accepted the compliment, her nerves almost exploding with both fear and excitement. She could not believe her ears; her first interview and she was going to meet with John Rodicelli. John. Rodicelli! “Is there anything else I can help you with?”, the receptionist asked politely before leaving. Jessica almost didn’t hear it, feeling like she was living on another planet, but a stinging sensation in her body brought her back to earth. “Oh yeah... um... is there another bathroom than the one in the lobby?” Jessica’s cheeks turned red, but she - had - to ask, her need getting pretty serious now. “I’m afraid not”, she answered, “this part of the building is still under construction - the closest one is in the main hall, if you must go - main hall, next to the elevators.” “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied firmly, not sharing her weakness with the receptionist. “Sucks, right?”, was the girl’s sympathetic response, “I really have to use the bathroom myself for the last couple of hours, but I can’t leave the desk unattended... thankfully my shift ends in twenty minutes.” Jessica, surprised by the poor girl’s confession, suddenly noticed the receptionist’s bladder bulging against the waistband of her skirt, her foot nervously tapping on the floor - turns out she wasn't lying - in contrary; her bladder was in worse shape than Jessica's! The 22 year old Jessica almost confessed that she was pretty desperate herself, but didn't want to look weak and unprofessional, so she kept her mouth shut. Besides, it was not like the receptionist could solve her little problem; now that she knew how far the nearest bathroom was, she was more decisive than ever. She would just have to hold the pressing ocean of urine inside her, no matter what. The walk back and forth to the main hall would take her more than five minutes; the last thing she wanted to do is to make a guy like mister Rodicelli wait for her - Jessica could only assume that he had a very tight schedule, she had to be ready for him, no excuses. John Rodicelli would never have to wait for anybody; people always had to wait for John Rodicelli - her bladder would have to wait for John Rodicelli. Just a little longer. As the receptionist left the room, she tried to give her crotch a quick squeeze, but the tight skirt prevented her fingers touching her most private area. GOD, she needed to pee; it was like she was in junior high again, fidgeting in her seat, hoping that class - or it this case the interview - would be over soon. Not thinking clearly and feeling thirsty, she unscrewed the cap of the new water bottle the receptionist had handed her, greedily gulping it down her throat, not realizing how fast it would hit her already stretched out bladder. - - - - - - - - Fifteen minutes later without having had a glimpse of her interviewer, Jessica was regretting her judgement now; she could have easily gone to the main hall restroom in a quarter hour, heck - she could have CRAWLED to the place if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t, and her desperation had gotten SO much worse; constant waves of discomfort were running through her entire body, indicating how much she craved for relief; the uninterrupted wiggling in her chair could only help her so much, the strain on her muscles so intense that she almost couldn’t imagine doing an interview in her position. Trying to focus on her resumé again, she uncrossed and crossed her legs another time, hoping that mister Rodicelli would arrive soon, so that she could do her interview and then RUN off towards the bathroom. As a spasm tormented her bladder again, she heard voices from the otherwise completely silent lobby area, suspecting that her interviewer had finally arrived. Footsteps coming towards the open conference room door confirmed her suspicion, and Jessica rose out of her seat, squeezing her thighs again one last time, adjusting her skirt, putting out her best possible smile, even though she was suffering physically. Her heartbeat fastening, mister Rodicelli walked into the room, looking very fresh - and younger looking as Jessica had thought beforehand - wearing a spotless grey suit combined with a red tie. Although the pressure ‘downtown’ was still very much there, Jessica forgot about her need for a few seconds, delightly smiling, like a young foolish woman in love. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” mister Rodicelli introduced himself, clearly less intimidated than Jessica, “I’m terribly, terribly late, if you really want to punch me, go ahead, I’m won’t be mad, never to such a beautiful young woman! Hi, I’m mister Rodicelli. John.” The easygoing words by her interviewer calmed down Jessica’s nerves just a little bit, but she chose to stay professional, wanting to show off her good manners. “Well, it’s not a problem at all sir, thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to come to talk to you, it’s really an honour.”, she replied and shook hands with mister Rodicelli. “The pleasure is all mine, Jessica - um - Jessica’s fine, right?” he grinned, checking out the 22-year old applicant, approving her formal clothing style. “Well off course mister Rodicelli, please do.” Jessica played her role perfectly. “Good, good... um, I really hate to ask you this but um... there’s a slight change of plans, I’m afraid; see, I’m especially looking forward to your interview, but I have to catch a plane in...”, he turned his arm and glanced at his watch”... forty minutes. So I’ve been meaning to ask you; if you’re ok with it, maybe we can do your interview on the way to the airport, in my car? My chauffeur can drive you off anywhere you want afterwards. Well, if that’s alright with you off course, we can always reschedule too, if - if that’s what you like...” Jessica quickly thought about mister Rodicelli’s proposition - her interview, on the way to the airport, with literally not a single bathroom around, only cars and bushes? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but she could hardly refuse, could she? I mean, it was mister John Rodicelli she was talking about; she would probably jump in the river if he had asked her nicely. Her bladder heavily complaining, she fortified her smile. “No sir, that’s alright, I’m uh - flexible”, she spewed out one of her trained job interview buzzwords. “Splendid!”, mister Rodicelli enthusiastically concluded, “Alright, no time to waste, let’s go!” Immediately he took off, and Jessica had no choice but to follow him, urine sloshing inside her small size 4 body, torturing her nerves. Saying that she could use a quick pee right now was a euphemism, walking around in her high heels only making the feeling worse; this wasn’t nervousness anymore. If only she had gone to the bathroom when she had felt the first signals, instead of brushing it off as interview stress, then she wouldn’t be in this position. She ardently hoped that they would pass a washroom on the way to the car park so that she could excuse herself for just a minute, but much to her dismay, mister Rodicelli walked towards the elevator in the lobby, right next to the door to the bathroom with the broken toilet. Vigorously praying that the plumber had fixed it by now, she peeked through the door, only seeing the man’s tools still lying all over the floor - the plumber taking more than the time he needed, hoping to catch the 22-year old desperately coming in again, praying to use the bathroom before she exploded. Jessica had no intention to do so, but she could not resist thinking about the plumber’s proposition to lift her skirt and pee in the urinal. Oh, how amazing the relief would be... but off course, even if she wouldn’t mind to expose her most intimate parts to the unknown stranger, there was no way she could to that without soaking herself completely - this was only a good plan in fairytale world. Pressing her thighs together, she walked into the elevator, together with mister Rodicelli. The doors slowly slid shut and Jessica stared at the receptionist, whose shift had just ended, running towards the main hall, her youthful breasts bouncing up and down as she had decided not to wear a bra to work today, openly holding herself, praying that her tormented bladder wouldn’t burst in her panties, after composing herself for so long this afternoon. The elevator doors opened on the parking level, mister Rodicelli's car - a large corporate black Mercedes with tinted windows - already standing in front of the elevator with the engine running. Rodicelli courtly opened the door to the back seat to Jessica, and she graciously got in, struggling to keep her trembling lower body still as she had to urinate SO bad. While her interviewer went around the back of the car, she thought about what the best position of her legs would be, realizing that she would not be able to shift around during the ride too much, or her need would become noticeable, and the last thing she was going to do was admit that she was almost wetting herself. She wasn't a high school teenager anymore, she had to act professional; if the receptionist held on, so would she have to do. Ignorantly she tried to tell herself that it was just a psychological matter, denying the fact that that every bladder had it's limits. Jessica decided to keep her legs crossed, hands folded on her upper knee so that she could apply just that little extra pressure. - - - - - - - The first part of her interview went pretty well; mister Rodicelli was nodding approvingly as Jessica rambled on about her studies and the research she had performed during her last years of college, her participation in many community projects, and how excited she was about the possible prospect of executing a function in the company - just as she had practiced. The only thing she had not rehearsed, was the stinging sensation under the waistband of her skirt, as her kidneys produced even more urine to be pumped into her body. The stress on her sphincter was ENORMOUS, and while Jessica’s talking could only take so much of her attention of her emergency, she maintained her smile though, dangling her foot around to keep her legs in motion. “Well,” mister Rodicelli took the conversation over, “I’ll have to admit; your resumé and your achievements are - very - impressive for a 22-year old. Even so, we are having many applicants for this function, - some of them offering a career with years of professional seniority. In your own eyes, do you see your - um - lack of experience as a problem?” “I think that starting in a new firm comes with a learning path for every new employee”, Jessica answered immediately, having expected this question, “and I have to admit that my own learning path might be a little more rough than some others with more professional experience - however, I think my personal qualities will make up for that, whereas my age comes with a great number of positive points as well.” “Mmm; what do you exactly mean when you say ‘positive’?”, mister Rodicelli continued, as Jessica gasped for air for just a second, pushing her hands hard on her knee, jamming her thighs even closer together. Her white silk panties were getting moist with sweat, but as long as it was just sweat, Jessica couldn’t care less. “I can offer both devotion and flexibility in my schedule and my working hours, which I think is very important in the beginning of a new job,” Jessica replied carefully, trying to keep half her mind on the conversation, and half on her overwhelming need to relieve herself. “I am determined to take as long as I need to succeed in my work, and I am determined to keep myself available 24/7 in case that’s needed. I think this is an almost necessary aspect of the modern volatile society, and I think that not all older applicants can assure you that.” “I’m glad you brought up the issue of time management”, mister Rodicelli took over again, going on about how starting up a new department could be time-wasting for every employee, and how important everyone’s attachment for the firm was. Jessica just nodded and tried to process her interviewer’s words, but it was so hard, her bladder CRAVING for her attention, sending hundreds of warning messages to her brain each second. All she could think about was finding the so much needed bathroom, but as Jessica was very well aware, there were no bathrooms around, not even a single wall where she could hide and squat behind. She wanted to urinate so badly, she didn’t even care about going in her panties anymore, she justed wanted to let go, anywhere in the world, just not in mister Rodicelli’s car. Shifting a few times in her seat, having so much trouble keeping the ocean of hot urine inside her 22-year old body, she wanted to moan to express her feelings, but she kept both her vocal and urinary organs under control. “... so how do you feel about that?” Jessica panicked for a second, a sharp pain bolting through her body, having paid attention to her throbbing bladder so much that she had blatantly missed the last question. “I’m - um - sorry, about what?”, she asked, embarrassed, hoping that mister Rodicelli wouldn’t realize that she was barely listening; it would most certainly reflect on the rest of the interview if he did - but thankfully for Jessica, he didn’t mind posing the question again. “I was wondering whether you would have a problem with working overtime,” he recapitulated, looking Jessica straight in the eyes. “Not at all - I see it as a package deal that comes with the job,” Jessica replied in just a few words, not really sure what she could possibly could add to that. Her readiness for the interview decreased by the second, as she was going through a series of serious painful contractions. “Alright - we have not arrived at the airport yet, but I think we can end the interview with this one, unless you have any more questions for me, off course,” mister Rodicelli concluded. Jessica had so many topics prepared in the back of her mind, wanting to show her interest for the firm, but at this very moment she wanted nothing else than this interview to be over, so she could concentrate on her alarming condition - besides, she risked missing out on of her interviewer’s questions again, which would make her look bad. The interview had gone pretty well, and she could only mess it up from now. “No, thanks - and also for the interview”, she wrapped up, pulling out a forced smile out of her again. “The pleasure was all mine”, mister Rodicelli complimented Jessica with her spotless interview. “How long ‘till the airport, Carlos?” “About ten minutes, sir; as you can see, the traffic is rather heavy at the moment”, his chauffeur politely answered his boss’s question. “Splendid - well if you don’t mind, I’m going to make a quick call to make sure everything is set up on my arrival”, mister Rodicelli announced, again glancing at the ravishing applicant sitting in his corporate vehicle, while taking his cellphone out of his briefcase. Jessica did not answer but instead she graciously smiled, actively trying to hide her personal predicament to her interviewer. The poor girl felt like her sphincter was under attack by an army of small urine droplets, harmless on their own, but as millions and millions of them joined forces, they applied a massive and almost unbearable pressure on her burdened bladder. It was like they were living their own life, their only purpose making Jessica’s existence worse, but the truth was that there was just no more room left inside her abdomen, and to make matters worse, Jessica’s kidney was still working hard, processing the loads of water that she had drunk while waiting for her interview, sending even more urine downwards her slender body. - - - - - - - Ten minutes didn’t seem like a whole lot of time, but Jessica honestly didn’t know whether she would be able to make it or not; for all she knew, she could last for another half hour maybe, or uncontrollably explode into her panties in the next minute instead. She no longer had her body under control, and that thought frustrated her; her interview had gone well and she really felt like she had an actual chance for the job - but if she would soak the car of her possible boss, she would most definitely lose it all. Anxiously she tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she was already doing everything she could to make her holding more manageable. She NEEDED a bathroom, and fast, too - it was the only solution, but they were still on the highway and there was not a single place in sight where Jessica could possibly relieve herself. As traffic moved on slowly, Jessica thankfully took advantage of mister Rodicelli’s lack of attention for her while he was discussing matters over the phone, and carefully positioned her briefcase on her lap, biting on her lip to improve the precision of her movements. As her lap was now covered, Jessica shifted in her seat a few times, knocking her knees together and rubbing her smooth thighs against each other. There was plenty of leg space in the large corporate Mercedes, but Jessica tried to compose herself and not to move her lower legs around too much, afraid that mister Rodicelli would notice her somewhat immature behavior. While nervously glancing at her interviewer to make sure that he wasn’t looking at her, Jessica slowly let her right hand slip under the briefcase and tried to squeeze her fingers around her crotch, but - much to her dismay - the tight fabric of her grey business skirt didn’t allow her. Despite straining her fingers, her fingertips could only reach the top of her groin; she was so close, but yet so far. Frustrated by her taut clothing, she moved her hand downwards her thighs, trying to position it between her legs and under her knee-length skirt, but naturally that didn’t work out either. Fueled by the tremendous desire to hold herself, Jessica secretly tried to pull the textile a few inches up her legs; maybe she would be able to position the skirt a little higher over her right thigh - which was out of mister Rodicelli’s field of vision - so that she could briefly squeeze her privates - just maybe... She felt her hand slowly sliding upwards, her fingertips nearing the sweatier parts of her inner thigh, as she nervously peeked at mister Rodicelli to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t staring at her. Just two or three more inches... Her heart pulsed faster as she realized that she was no longer behaving professionally, but she just couldn’t handle herself anymore, the tremendous need to urinate being so strong that it was influencing all of Jessica’s actions. The fabric of her skirt wasn’t helping Jessica at all, but she pursued, now brushing the stubbles of pubic hair just below her bikini line with her middle finger, as she had not shaved her privates before the interview. Her hand trembling with adrenaline, she pushed her hand deeper between her legs, eagerly trying to make the last leap towards grabbing her most intimate parts, but then she noticed how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs - she was almost showing her entire upper left leg to mister Rodicelli! Jessica thanked God that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and wondered how awful the situation would look like from his point of view; she was openly displaying her bare thigh to him, almost as if she was offering her young body in exchange for the open position! Off all things, this could ruin her interview the most; no sensible man would hire a woman for such an important role in the company, if she have the impression that she would use her body for climbing up the ladder! Truly disappointed that she had failed to touch her privates, Jessica removed her hand from between her legs and pulled down her skirt again, and just in time too, as mister Rodicelli glanced at her while continuing his call. Jessica’s heart skipped a beat; she had almost crushed her interview by giving in to her most bestial desires, but she had just saved herself at the last moment. That, however, did not imply that Jessica was secure, as she still had to pee SO unbelievably bad that she believed that her bladder would literally explode if she would have to hold even more urine. Her strained muscles screamed for relief SO HARD that Jessica almost was afraid that she would hurt herself, but she did not have much of a choice; she was sure that if she would relax herself for just a second, she would drench her panties in sizzling hot liquids in no time with no chance of stopping the flow. There was no way that she could allow herself to do that; the psychological pain of wetting herself on her very first interview would be much worse that any other physical pain that she might endure. She HAD to hold herself together somehow, she just had to! As she fought back wave after wave, Jessica closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to take her mind of her extreme need, hoping that it would soften the strength of the torturing neural signals, and surprisingly it did. As the minutes passed, she fantasized about a variety of things and for the first time today, her need seemed to decrease instead of constantly increasing like it had in the last hour. Off course, this feeling was merely psychological as her bladder was still exorbitantly full, but the truth was that it really did help her holding the ocean inside of her young body. Slowly but surely, they approached the airport and Jessica began to get more and more positive that she would be able make it after all… and as her confidence rised, she started to let her guard down. - - - - - - - Seemingly out of nowhere, a GIANT spasm - one Jessica had never experienced before in her life - hit her bladder, and it hit her hard - MUCH too hard. In the blink of an eye, she lost control over her entire body. For Jessica, it was like time stood still for a moment; she was so mortified that she felt like she could no longer move. Alarm bells started to go off in her head, her entire lower body region felt numb - the unimaginable had happened; she had lost control of her bladder! While gasping for air, she tried to think of a way to get out of this horrible situation, but she couldn’t possibly imagine one without ruining her interview. Realizing that there was nothing more that she could do, her hands darted off to the door handle on her side of the car, hungrily glancing towards the green grass growing on the side of the road. Tears started welling up in her eyes, as the grown-up woman inside her really didn’t want to do what she was about to do and that was jump out of the car and squat where anyone - including Mr. Rodicelli - could see her. But poor Jessica didn’t have much of a choice, and if she was going to humiliate herself anyway, she figured that she could better do that outside of the car instead of soiling the leather back seat of the corporate Mercedes. Jessica brushed the handle with her fingers, wanting to speak up to announce her runaway, but then, out of nowhere, felt that she was regaining control of herself and her tormented bladder. Hot golden drops were definitely escaping through her pee hole as Jessica felt her labia getting moist, but it wasn’t the overwhelming torrent that she had expected, and more importantly; somehow she had managed to hold back the rest of the ocean inside her! Jessica’s fingers slid off the door handle as she clenched her muscles, praying that she would be able to suppress the next few violent pressure waves. The burning sensation in her abdomen was so overwhelming that Jessica herself didn’t know whether she would be able to sustain without hurting herself, but she HAD to try, she had to or she would never forgive herself for not attempting to take the leap. Her bladder was screaming for relief, constantly pulsating without giving Jessica the chance to loosen up, not even for a second, and Jessica hoped that she would not have to endure another huge spasm like before again. Battling with her own body was something that she was not familiar with, the feelings boiling inside her were outrageous. Since she had never been SO desperate for the bathroom in the past fifteen years, Jessica didn’t know ANY special holding techniques at all; this fight was a battle that she had to win with the strength of her bladder muscles alone. She knew it and it saved her appearance too; grabbing herself or jumping up wouldn’t help a thing, and it would only blow her cover. After what was possibly the most agonizing minute of her life, Jessica had the situation under control again; she still had to urinate so bad, but the danger of uncontrollably flooding both her panties and the car floor was gone, or at least, that was what she hoped. Her throbbing bladder was still torturing her, begging furiously, trying to persuade the 22-year girl that she needed to relieve herself soon, but Jessica FELT more in control. Given the full state of the organ, stretched out way past it’s normal dimensions, it was off course possible that her nervous sensors were lying to her, but she had to stay positive, it was the only plan she had. Her almost-accident from the minute had left a few marks though; Jessica had leaked a considerable amount of urine and the front of her white silk panties were soaked. She could only hope that the back of her skirt was still dry, as she realized that the grey fabric would show even the smallest wet spot. The remaining ride to the airport entrance was only two minutes in time, but for Jessica, each second felt like an eternity. Every possible muscle in her poor adolescent body so badly wanted to let her body relax, letting her pee flood out of her, putting this unbelievable torture to the end. She didn’t care about her favourite pair of silk panties anymore, or her expensive suit that she had bought just for the occasion; Jessica was willing to ruin them all, if she could just PEE! It was only her mind that was keeping her from doing so; if she could only last for another minute or two, her interview and her day would be saved. “Alright - Jessica - this is where our our paths diverge”, mister Rodicelli concluded their meeting by reaching out his hand, “thanks to your flexibility, I’m just in time to catch my plane, it seems. We’ll definitely keep in touch, you can expect a call from us in the next couple of days.” Jessica kindly smiled and shook hands with her interviewer, hoping that he would not notice the sweaty palm of her hand. “Thanks again for the opportunity, mister Rodicelli, I look forward to hearing from you again”, she replied, surprising herself that she still managed to come up with such a polite answer, while multiple strong waves were thumping against her bladder muscles, thousands of urine drops sitting at the verge of her pee hole, ready to come out as soon as Jessica’s mind would give the orders. She couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and find the nearest bathroom, but she knew that rushing off as soon as she could wouldn’t exactly improve her appearance - and keeping the golden rule “an interview isn’t over until you walk out the door” in mind, she decided to remain seated until her host would make the intention to leave. “So, the backseat is all yours, where does Carlos drop you off?”, mister Rodicelli offered his corporate vehicle to Jessica. “If it’s alright, I’m going to get out here with you, sir - I have some personal business to take care of in the airport building”, she desperately tried to get out of the offer, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hold it until they would arrive at her place - or any other place for that matter. She HAD to find a bathroom at the airport, and fast too; her poor bladder was about to burst! “Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” he smiled and then rose out of his seat, “well then; have a nice day!” Jessica forced a last smile on her face, and then opened the door, sighing loudly as she saw the airport departures hall right in front of her; finally, a building with fully functional toilet facilities! She squeezed her thighs together, placed her high heels on the parking lot, and hesitantly stood up, hoping that she could stand up without instantly flooding her panties. Jessica had to pee so badly that she had trouble walking towards the main entrance; she was not used to wearing these kind of shoes, and she had a hard time trying to press her legs together, afraid that if she would relax, she would soak her panties in a heartbeat. The burning sensations inside her were stronger than ever, and as she was walking, Jessica quickly pressed her hand on her skirt again, hoping that she could relieve the pressure for just a second, but the tight grey fabric didn’t budge, not at all. Under the skirt, her cotton panties were uncomfortably clinging against her most private parts, the piece of underwear dampened from her previous near-accident. Jessica couldn’t help thinking about squatting between two cars and letting her so-urgently-needed pee splatter all over the asphalt, but during rush hour the airport area simply was too crowded, she had to hold on for just a little longer. Jessica tried to compose herself as she was walking through the revolving door, her bladder pulsing fiercely, her knees trembling as she could barely keep from letting go. In her compartment of the revolving door was an Asian family of the - two parents and a girl who was a few years younger than Jessica - the father struggling with the many suitcases they had with them, bumping against the safety mechanism of the door wing, stalling the door multiple times. Jessica refrained herself from swearing loudly, not wanting to draw any more attention to her, but inside she was cursing the Asian man who was involuntarily postponing her much needed bathroom visit. She was so close to having an accident right here, on the floor of the revolving door, she needed to get out of this place, fast! Her eyes scanned the departure hall through the glass door, hoping to catch a bathroom direction sign somewhere, so that she could rush off to the nearest one as soon as possible. A huge wave hit her body, and Jessica closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the tremendous need to urinate, having failed to yet find a bathroom sign. Thankfully, the Asian man finally entered the departure hall, taking the large amount of suitcases with him. Jessica tried to pass the family, but they were still blocking her way, and she coincidentally overheard the conversation between the Asian girl and her mother. “Mom, I really have to go to pee!” - “Sure honey, we’re just going to check in first and then you can go to the bathroom right after, alright? Come on, let’s go!” Jessica stopped and crossed her legs firmly, while examining the airport board of directions hanging right in front of the door. She had trouble concentrating, as her tortured bladder complained heavily, she had to find a bathroom NOW or her struggle would be over soon. She didn’t know how she had even managed to hold on for so long; she never would have thought that she could sustain such an unbelievable pressure in her body. The thought frustrated Jessica to her core; despite all her efforts, she was still in very danger of trashing her white panties if she couldn’t find a toilet in time. Telephone cell, first aid, gift shop… the signs were all there, but none to lead poor Jessica to a bathroom. She almost decided to give up her search and hurry outside to squat somewhere, but then she saw it, in the lower right corner; a sign for the lavatories! Jessica gasped, and almost released the contents of her bladder out of relief as she was so delighted to finally find a place to PEE! Thinking about her coming satisfaction didn’t help her though; the “key in the lock”-syndrome kicked in and Jessica now needed to pee WORSE than before. Not caring about the other people or anything else but finding the bathroom anymore, Jessica hurried towards the direction of the sign, breathing heavily, biting on her teeth to endure the stinging pain in her body. “Oh yes, oh yes!” Jessica whispered softly as she neared a hallway with a bathroom sign on the wall next to it. “Oooh, oh yes… fuck yeah, I… I made it!” She swore loudly; luckily for her there was no-one around who could hear her. “Oh yes, come on Jess, just a few seconds… just…” She couldn’t control her emotions anymore; her brain was now sending multiple signals to her bladder, telling that she could PEE, finally! “Oh yes…” She tugged at the side zipper of her grey business skirt, pulling it down a few inches, exposing a part of her smooth leg and the side of her white panties to the world, but Jessica could no longer care; she so badly needed to pee that once in the bathroom, she would never be able to wait to unzip her clothing, it had to be done now. Rapidly gasping from the excitement, Jessica increased her pace as she entered the bathroom hallway. Seconds away from release, her bladder muscles weakened just a little so that she could immediately start peeing once her mind allowed her. Thousands of drops were in position, ready to come out, and Jessica was almost unable to stop the straining ocean of urine. She realized that and tried to regain the stress in her muscles, but she couldn’t - there was no way back. Fortunately for her, the ladies’ was just to the right… - - - - - - - “No… no!” Jessica screamed out, watching in horror how the bathroom stalls were just a few meters away, only they were blocked by a coin operated paddle gate; it didn’t take Jessica very long to realize that the public lavatories in the departure hall were pay toilets! Frantically, she turned around, hoping that she could use the men’s facilities instead, but they were also blocked by the same gates. Tears welled up in her eyes; sure, she had money with her, in her briefcase, but it was just that she needed to pee SO BAD she could hardly breathe - and now she had to find a fifty-cent coin! Her bladder DEMANDED relief, now, but Jessica didn’t really have a choice; she squeezed her thighs together, dropped her briefcase on the tile floor, and took out her wallet. Her hands were trembling, and Jessica felt that the control of her bladder was slowly slipping away; she had held it for so long, but the deception of standing meters away from a bathroom stall and not being able to use it was just too big, too unexpected. Helplessly, her bladder spasmed and a small spurt escaped, dampening her white panties even more. “No… no yet…” Her mind was going crazy, tears were blocking her view, and she bit her lip while desperately tapping her feet on the floor. Her entire body was shuddering and she could hardly control the movement of her fingers, making it harder to open the wallet. Frustrated that she couldn’t instantly find the right coin, she cried out to no-one in particular; she could not believe that this was happening to her. 22 years old, her first job interview just minutes away, and she was going to wet her panties in public! Jessica closed her eyes again, trying to regain some of her composure. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out. She opened her eyes again, flipped through all the coins in her wallet, crossed her legs, uncrossed her legs; anything that could help her hold it. Waves of desperation ran through her entire body; the next leak was ready to come out, and Jessica had no clue in how to stop it from happening. “Come on, come on, no!” She was moaning, almost crying, thinking about giving up and just humiliating herself, but she found some inner strength and carried on. To her despair, she finally realized that she didn’t have any fifty-cent coins with her; she yanked a five euro bill out of the wallet and hobbled over to the change machine in the bathroom hallway. While hopping from foot to foot, Jessica desperately tried to push the bill in the machine, but her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly align the piece of paper in place. She just couldn’t hold it any longer; a sudden burst of pee exploded out of her tortured pee hole, drenching her underwear even further. Jessica barely managed to hold the rest of the massive flood back inside her, but the damage was done; urine drops were travelling down her smooth young legs, most of them landing in her shoes, some dripping onto the glossy airport tiles. Jessica was so embarrassed that she had to fight her tears; she tried to cover up the wetness on the floor by sweeping it away with the sole of her shoe, but by moving around, even more drops escaped from her soaked panties. While the waves inside her got even more ferocious, the machine rejected her 5 euro bill and Jessica panicked; it was her last resort - she had to try once more! This time, the machine accepted her bill, but it was too late. Her exhausted bladder that had been stretched way beyond it’s limits gave up completely, pee uncontrollably erupting from her body, saturating the fabric of her panties and the front of her skirt, streams of pee running down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Jessica herself was amazed by the strength of the waterfall between her legs - the pressure was unbelievable. Jessica started to cry and tried to stop the rest, but she couldn’t, pee sizzling in her underwear, splashing onto the glossy floor. At that very moment, Jessica heard footsteps in the hallway, coming her way; it was the Asian girl from the family in the revolving door, both hands jammed between her legs, obviously desperate for the bathroom herself. She ignored and ran past Jessica at first, busy focusing on her own problems, almost bumped into the glass paddle gates, now facing the same problem that Jessica had faced before. Crying out in disbelief, she turned herself to Jessica, squirming uncontrollably, her fingers furiously massaging the crotch of her jeans, and she blurted out: “Ex… excuse me… m-m… mi... miss… can I have a coin? I… I don’t have any money with me… it’s an… emer…” She gasped and paused. “... emergency!” The girl looked down, eagerly waiting for a reply, and then she noticed the puddle under Jessica’s feet, small transparent streams splashing on the ground. “Oh my god… are you peeing yourself… you are peeing... I’m so sorry… I just need a coin… oh my god I… I just can’t believe that you are… sorry!” Jessica was mortified; not only had she pissed all over herself, some unknown girl was witnessing her accident too, her eyes transfixed on the pool between Jessica’s legs. Jessica wanted to run away, but she couldn’t move, as if her feet were glued to the floor. “M-m-miss? Please, it’s a… an emergency!”, the Asian girl pleaded, repeating herself, her voice weakening, as if she was running out of power. Jessica just wanted the girl to leave so that she could be alone, and decided to donate one of the coins that the machine had given her; the Asian girl looked like she was almost having an accident on her own. The girl kindly accepted Jessica’s gift with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans with the other, then rushed off towards the bathroom. Dancing on the spot, her bladder contracting violently, she successfully inserted the coin and the glass paddle doors opened. As she sprinted to the nearest stall, the thought of being finally inside a bathroom was just too much for her to take, urine started bursting out of her, the back of her tight jeans suddenly turning dark blue. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer, but the nearest stall was only a few feet away, and she yanked down her panties, pee gushing through her Hello Kitty panties, spraying onto her legs, the bathroom floor, and the toilet seat. Mentally and physically worn out by recent the struggle between her and her bladder, she let her ass cheeks touch down on the toilet seat and spread her legs, not even trying to take off her underwear anymore. She just completely relaxed and sighed loudly as hot pee sizzled down her legs and finally hit the bowl - fuck, that felt good! Breathing heavily, shivering with excitement, she completely emptied herself, forcefully peeing for at least thirty seconds. But as the trickle between her legs started to slow down, tears sprung into the Asian girl’s eyes, starting to realize what she had done - she had peed herself, and now she had to go back to the airport hall with a huge mark on her jeans, to sit with her parents on a plane for the next few hours, her underwear totally soaked. Sobbing uncontrollably, she wiped her legs dry; her plane was about to leave, she had no choice but to pull up her panties and walk back to the departure hall in shame. Jessica walked all the way back to her apartment in her wet clothes, too embarrassed to take a cab or a bus, thinking about how humiliating her day had been, trying not to wet herself in her interviewer’s car, succeeding, but not making it to the bathroom, soaking her business suit as a 22 year old. She had practised this day a million times in her head, but she had never thought that she would end her interview this way, walking across town, wet silk panties clinging against her privates, her shoes ruined. To make things worse, all the water that she had drank in the conference room while waiting for her interview, traveled downwards her body FAST, filling up her exhausted bladder in no time, and when she reached her neighborhood, she REALLY had to pee again. Her body trembling, she fastened her pace, realizing that she was close to having a second accident that day. Struggling with her keys, she almost lost control of her bladder on her doorstep, a wet spurt jetting into her panties as she opened the front door. Much to her amazement, her best friend Kay was standing in her hallway, waiting for Jessica to come home to surprise her after her very first interview. Jessica was perplexed; she gave up completely and fiercely peed into her underwear for the second time in just a few hours, while Kay was staring at her, her mouth wide open. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her friend was wetting herself right in front of her, the marks of her first accident clearly visible on her skirt. Jessica started crying again, realizing that this wasn’t just a bad dream; what was supposed to be an exciting event turned out to be the most awful day in her entire life. While pee was still streaming down Jessica’s legs, Kay put her arms around her best friend’s neck, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead, trying to console her. After Jessica was finally cried out, Kay helped her into the shower and got her fresh clothes. Jessica cleaned herself up, and they ended seeing a movie together, but Jessica almost instantly fell asleep on her friend’s shoulder, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying day out of her head. A few days later, Jessica got a call; she didn’t get the job. THE END
  47. 1 point
    Yeah, although I would prefer to be the one updating desperate and receiving encouragement haha. Had some luck a while back on kik with a similar situation and it's hot as hell! More so if the other person tells you how turned on your struggle not to pee is making them.
  48. 1 point
    Sosha desperately clutches her crotch, trying not to leak, before soaking her jeans in this huge photo gallery. Featuring more than 140 photos, this truly giant gallery gives you plenty of high-resolution pants wetting images. For this photoset, we head outdoors with Sosha, who is wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. For the first several dozen photos she poses for the camera, her jeans still dry, but clearly she is desperate to pee. She is tightly holding her crotch trying not to leak. After a while she finally releases her bladder, thoroughly soaking her jeans. A large, dark, glistening wet patch spreads out and down as she pees herself. As she wets her pants, a satisfied expression of relief shows across her face. The wet stain extends down her legs, eventually making a couple of small puddles around her feet on the deck. Once she has finished peeing, she continues to show off her dripping wet jeans for the camera over several dozen more photos.
  49. 1 point
    This voyeuristic video captures the aftermath of a major wetting accident via a hidden camera in the bathroom. In this scene, we get treated to a private situation thanks to a hidden camera in the bathroom. Desperate to pee, Alisha explodes into the bathroom, but by the time the door swings open it is too late. Almost the entire contents of her bladder have escaped into her light-colored pants. Standing in front of the toilet, she tries to cut off the flow for a moment, but instead of holding back she simply ends up finishing relieving herself in her trousers. With her pants soaking wet, she grabs a handful of toilet paper and tries to mop up the mess she made on the floor. Finally, she takes off her dripping wet clothes, bundles them up, and walks away to clean herself up.
  50. 1 point

    Barista

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Does this count as an accident at work? Can I claim compensation?
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