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  2. Version 1.0.0

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    PLEASE let me go to the bathroom! What are you even doing that's taking so long? I don't want to wet myself! Please, I'm about to pee my panties **I'm not the person in the vid**
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  3. Today, I was feeling naughty at work so I decided to wet my panties, just a little. The problem was that by the time I decided I was going to do it, I was already pretty desperate. The more I had to pee the more turned on I got. The more turned on I got, the more peeing in my panties at worked seemed like a good idea. It would just be a tiny little patch, right? Wrong! I tried to relax enough to let out a small amount. I was nervous so I had to really intensely focus on opening my pelvic muscles...which felt so freaking good...And, well, it worked, a nice strong spurt came out and I was thrilled. It was perfect. I felt the wetness spreading out across my panties and that lovely feeling of it pooling under my bottom...and that's when I realized I was actually still peeing and had never stopped. If I'd stopped I wouldn't be sitting in a slowly growing puddle. The stream hadn't stopped, it had just turned into a small dribble. I wet my chair a fair bit before I was able to finally really stop it. I was so embarrassed and turned on. It was so hard not to start touching myself (aside from a few playful grasps of my wet cunt that I couldn't resist). Fortunately, no one found out as there weren't many people in today. After I cleaned up I went into the bathroom and took a couple pictures to share.
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  4. In the saddle

    Apologies for the later than anticipated update folks, I had an impromptu meeting with my good friend Mr J Daniels last night, and didn't think it was a good idea trying to write anything coherent after that! 🤣 Rounding a familiar corner, Katie was filled with immense relief as she caught sight of the livery yard in the distance. It as still a good 15 minute ride away, but having her goal within her grasp helped to lift her spirits, and without really thinking about what she was doing, she leant forward and pushed Spirit into a rapid canter. Needing both hands to steady her ride, she released the vice like grip on the crotch of her jodhpurs and took the rein firmly - falling off now would spell disaster, not just an embarrassing kick to her riding confident, but near certain wet pants too! Certain that she was home and dry - quite literally - young Katie began to relax and enjoy what was left of her little jaunt, the evening had cooled but was still light and pleasant, a gentle breeze throwing her loose hair out behind her like a mane and the sound of the birds and wildlife around her was comforting and tranquil. Despite the dull ache in her stomach which occasionally reminded her of its presence with an uncomfortably sharp pain, this was what Katie loved most about riding, the freedom it gave her from the stresses of everyday life. Poor Katie lost herself in the moment a little too deeply, however, and was shaken from her reverie with a jolt by a loud, shrill and piercing siren which rang out across the open fields and which, in turn, spooked Spirit and caused him to rear up on his hind legs, almost throwing Katie to the ground in his fright. The crow sounder! How had she forgotten about that? Of course, she was usually back at the yard long before this hour, with Spirit safely stabled and settled down for the evening, so it wasn’t something she had to give much thought to, but now she remembered that it wounded every 15 minutes during dusk and twilight hours, keeping the swarms of crows, starlings and pigeons from roosting in the farmers fields and eating the crop. In a fleeting moment, Katie thought how glad she was that she was atop Spirit when it happened, as it was so much easier to comfort and control him from there, and had he bolted whilst she was leading him on foot the chances are he’s have made off from her, with little chance of catching him before he caused himself a serious injury. It was also then that she realised, had it happened barely 5 minutes earlier, she’d been holding on only loosely with one hand, which wouldn’t have been nearly enough to steady her and keep her seated. What a stroke of luck, she’d survived unscathed, and Spirit had soon settled back into a steady trot. She knew that they had at least 10 minutes now to get back to safety before having to worry again, and the yard gate couldn’t be more than 5 minutes distant, so they were in the clear. Suddenly sickening pain passed through her body, and she remembered exactly why it was that she’d not been paying attention - she needed to pee, and badly! So very, very badly. The pain this time was so intense that she thought she was going to lose control and have an accident right there and then, she was the closest she’d been to soaking her pants in at least 10 years and she cried out in despair, clamping her legs as tightly together as she could manage and thrusting both hands between them, desperate not to wet herself. Her body shuck with the effort, but somehow, by some miracle, she managed to stay in control. Breathing deeply, almost panting through the exertion, she returned her hands to the bridle. She noticed a dampness, no perhaps even a wetness to them, but didn’t dare to look down - hoping against any real hope that it was sweat and moisture from the saddle rather than a sign that she had lost control of herself in the most humiliating way possible. Riding through the gate to the yard, tears streaming down her cheeks in a combination of distress and relief, she spotted a lone figure ahead of her, silhouetted against the wall of the tack room. Nancy, it must be Nancy, thank God! Leaping from the horses back whilst he continue to walk, and knowing she didn’t have even a second to spare if she was going to get out of this with even a shred of dignity intact, Katie shouted loudly, her voice echoing across the deserted yard. “Nancy! Please, please take Spirit. I need to go, RIGHT NOW!” Running forward, with the rein held out in front of her and her other hand once more squeezing at her crotch for all she was worth, the only thing standing between her and abject mortification, Katie realised in a moment of horror that the shadowy figure wasn’t Nancy at all, it was Jet! Oh no, no, this couldn’t be happened. He couldn’t see her like this, he just couldn’t. But he had, there was nothing she could do to change that now, and, she reasoned internally, it was far better than him seeing her standing there having wet herself like a little baby, which was exactly what was about to happen if she didn’t get to a toilet. Blushing profusely, she thrust the rein into his hand, turned and fled in the direction of the tack room door, praying that it would still be unlocked and that the bathroom would be vacant. It was her only hope.
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  5. Version 1.0.0

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    Sexy German Woman wetting herself at a public train station! you see her completely Soak her jeans dripping down her legs and onto her feet 😳😍
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  6. I'm looking to write a series in vaguely chronological order taking place in the Marvel Universe. Some stories will contain messing, some won't. Chapter 1: Agent Carter Agent Peggy Carter was on a mission to track down Howard Stark’s missing nitramene bombs. She had tracked down the thief, Leet Brannis, to milk man Sheldon McFee’s home. It turned out they had the nitramene bombs inside the milk truck. After a vicious fight with McFee (no small feat in her blue blouse and long navy skirt), she had incapacitated the much larger man and tied him up to a chair. However, before she could begin interrogating him on the exact whereabouts of Brannis, she heard a man running outside and attempt to start the truck. She sprinted out and pointed her gun straight at Brannis. With contempt, she spat, “Get out.” She pinned Brannis against the truck, gun pointed at his head. With both baddies apprehended, she let down her guard just a bit and realized how badly she had to pee. She hadn’t gone in hours, since she had spent all afternoon and evening tracking down McFee and Brannis and apprehending them. She put that thought aside, focusing on her mission. She asked Brannis rhetorically, “Car trouble?” Before Brannis could respond, another man’s voice responded. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Agent Carter jumped a little in surprise, her wavy red hair bouncing. She felt the smallest leak into her utilitarian white panties, high waisted as the conservative 1950s fashion trends demanded. When the scare subsided, she realized it was Jarvis, Howard Stark’s butler. She didn’t let her momentary lapse of control be visible in her expression, though, and gave Jarvis a stern glare, her angular jaw hardening in place before she said, “What the hell are you doing here?!” Jarvis was not flustered. “Mr. Stark asked me to help you, and so I have. I sabotaged the motor.” Agent Carter kept her controlled persona going so as to not show weakness in front of Brannis. Turning to face her prisoner, she said menacingly, “Move and I shoot.” Jarvis followed up, “I thought you’d be more impressed.” Carter, already irritable from her brief loss of control, said harshly, “Well, I’m not. I already said I didn’t need your help.” “An ideal butler provides service without being asked.” “Ugh. Put it back. I need to drive this thing out of here.” After interrogating Brannis briefly, Jarvis returned flustered with the truck fixed but with McFee escaped. Annoyed, Carter told Brannis to get in the truck, promising him protection in exchange for information. She had him drive, keeping a gun pointed at him the whole time. After the adrenaline rush died down and they had driven for a few minutes, Agent Carter realized the extent of her desperation. The damp spot in her panties rubbed against her uncomfortably and she fought the urge to bounce her legs up and down, trying her hardest to exude confidence. She had spent long enough time in the man’s world of spydom to know they would never let her live it down if she showed a childish desperation to pee. Unfortunately, they couldn’t drive in peace as, a few minutes later, a thud indicated someone jumped onto the top of the truck. Jarvis said, worried, “Did you hear that?” Agent Carter felt another split second spurt. Suddenly, gunfire pierced the roof as whoever was on top of the truck began shooting in. Peggy Carter involuntarily let loose a second-long stream in response, her panties drenched. She shouted, “I definitely heard that!” Putting her desperation aside, she crawled out the window and on top of the hood of the truck. Brannis accelerated hard to unsteady the shooter and Carter fired with her pistol, barely missing. The man shot back, grazing Peggy’s leg. She shouted in pain and fell over, gripping the roof of the truck. Another spurt shot out of her, running down her legs. She couldn’t let it distract her. She shouted at Jarvis, “Shoot up!” Jarvis shot straight up with the shotgun he found and the shooter fell back. Agent Carter used the opportunity to swing up to the roof and began fighting hand-to-hand, trying to wrestle the gun away from the shooter. As Carter attacked the man, he let off two more shots that she fortunately directed away from herself, but it went through the roof. Unbeknownst to her, one had uncoupled the bombs and the other had hit Brannis. She finally knocked the gun from his hand, though. Jarvis yelled to warn Peggy, “Miss Carter!” Peggy tried to respond, but the attacker took the opportunity to swing a punch into her face. She fell over, peeing for a second yet again. She saw an upcoming turn and cliff and shouted, “Get Brannis! Jump clear!” She stood back up, angry at this man for potentially ruining her plans and angry at herself for her loss of control. In the back of her mind, she thought, “I hope nothing shows on my skirt…” She pushed that thought aside and began beating the attacker. She beat him into submission and stabbed his hand into the roof. As he screamed in pain, she said, “This is where I get off.” Jarvis leapt off with Brannis as Carter hung off the roof to fall off as gently as possible. Or, rather, as gently as falling off a speeding truck could be. She landed on the pavement, rolling repeatedly. She could feel a trickle erupt as she rolled and she only finally got control when she came to a stop. She stood up unsteadily, but at that moment the bombs exploded and the entire river seemed to shoot upwards. She flew back from the explosion, but was otherwise okay. As she got up to her knees, she felt herself peeing freely, finally. Her bladder ached in relief. She stood up quickly, still peeing, and realized the outside of her skirt seemed to be free of evidence of her accident. As the puddle grew beneath her, Jarvis asked, “You alright?” Her stream tapered off and she subtly felt the back of her skirt. Dry as well. The dark color and dark night would cover up any small spots. “I’m fine. You?” Yes… though I’m afraid Mr. Brannis broke my fall.” She stumbled towards him, focused again on the mission. He seemed almost dead… She demanded, “The rest of the weapons that you stole from Howard, I need to know where you hid them. Help me stop Leviathan.” Brannis drew a heart with a line through it in the sand before dying, leaving Carter and Jarvis to ponder the clue. Back at one of Stark’s penthouses, Jarvis insisted he check her leg wound and stitch it up, if necessary. Peggy really wanted a shower, her wet panties insistently rubbing against her, but she sat on the couch and raised her skirt just a little (she didn’t want him seeing her accident…) for him to patch her up. She realized too late that she had piss running down her legs, but those rivulets had seemingly dried by now. She could smell the faint scent of urine and wondered if he noticed as he patched her leg up expertly. They had a meaningful conversation about trust and if he did smell or notice anything, he didn’t say it. Agent Carter chose to assume he hadn’t noticed and when they were done, she headed to the shower to clean up.
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  7. The latest video of my girlfriend wetting her jeans shorts. 20191005_073535[Trim][Mute].mp4
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  8. Honestly, it's how I get myself out of bed in a morning, else the bed gravity gets too strong .w. Plus it's a good feeling to wake up absolutely bursting to pee
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  9. Usually I never go to school toilets and I hold my bladder until I come back home. If I go to after school classes in the evening to which I go directly from school, I hold pee for some more additional hours too. Such days I end up holding pee from early morning till night. So, in those days, towards the end of the after school class (in night) , I'm utterly desperate while holding all day's urine in my bladder (since I hadn't Peed since morning). In one such day, when I was desperately fidgeting on my seat with my legs tightly crossed, about one hour left to finish the after school class, the teacher asked me to come to the black board to write an answer (she was calling upon students randomly to write answers on the black board) As soon as I stood up from the seat to go to the black board, I felt like I'm going to wet myself and I can't hold anymore. So I was trying my best to tighten my bladder to not let escape any single drop of urine. As a result, I was fidgeting like hell on the black board, in front of the whole class. Everyone could notice that I'm desperate to pee. So the teacher jokingly asked whether I want to go to the toilet. But I denied telling that I'm just only nervous. But she denied that and asked again. There I had to admit that I want to pee and that I'm holding pee since morning. The whole class laughed and it was very embarrassing. But from inside I was turned on, since I could tell the others that I'm holding a lot of pee in my bladder..
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  10. If I, as a straight man, felt uncomfortable posting here because of gay men watching, what would you say? Of course we all feel the way we do and are more or less comfortable with people of different orientations. Fine, but we also try not to treat people differently simply on the basis of some characteristic that we may be less comfortable with I would suggest that if you don’t feel comfortable with anyone and everyone watching then don’t do it.
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  11. Today I had a long day at uni. I left home at 11am and got back home at 8:30pm. Of course this happens every week, but I still haven't gotten used to this so it messes my bathroom schedule a lot. For reference I have kind of a habit formed where I go and pee four fixed times a day, and I can add more breaks to that, but those four are my main set breaks. One in the morning, one after lunch, one at 6pm and one before bed. I also got a new metal water container and it holds way more than the 500-350ml bottle I was used to. I got my morning pee, had my breakfast and was off to uni, then had my first class, but it got extended by a few minutes so I passed my usual bathroom visit and went to eat with my friends in the cafeteria. I had drunk nearly all my bottle so I refilled it and ate my food. The thing is that I don't have the same classes as those friends so we ussualy catch up at lunch. Because of that I was nearly late to my first afternoon class and skipped my after lunch bathroom break. I spent that hour drinking unconsciously and very very full trapped in class. Thankfully we had a 10 min break so I managed to make it to the bathroom, but I also refilled my bottle. Then we had another class, where I drunk half of my bottle again, and after that a 30min break. So I went for a coffee and a snack, then refilled the bottle again. Problem is I also skipped my 6pm bathroom break, so for my third class I was feeling fairly full. Of course then we had another 10min break and guess what, even though I was quite full and again drunk 3/4 of my bottle I thought I didn't need to go. I felt confident in myself, after all I have a big bladder, holding another hour like this shouldn't be a problem, right? Let me tell you, that last class was excruciating! My bladder felt bloated and very hard. I was crossing my legs, moving my foot and adjusting myself constantly. My bottle was nearly empty and only then I realized how much liquid I had inside. I was counting the minutes and barely could concentrate on the equations on the board. I felt ready to explode any minute. By the time only five minutes of class were left I had everything in my bag except the sheet of paper with my notes and my pen. When the clock hit 8:05 I was ready to bolt downstairs for the bathroom, but the professor as usual requested us some minutes more to finish the problem. It was incredibly dissapointing as I was already envisioning release and yearning for the bathroom, so close yet so far. I was breathing deeply and regretting how much my tight skirt was pressing on my aching bladder as I crossed my legs and bounced on my seat. My bladder was obviously tired from holding after lunch and was now making me struggle to keep everything in. Finally the man completed the problem five minutes later. I stuffed my paper in my bag, said a brief goodbye and nearly ran to the toilet. Once there I only had time to lift my skirt before I exploded, managing to move my thong out of the way too late. Relief has never felt sweeter. Heading home slightly wet I guess was a lesson, although I doubt I will remember next week when I need to. I guess this year I'm going to be desperate a lot!
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  12. View File Peeing in big pink panties A sexy woman wetting her granny panties Submitter melikai Submitted 10/13/2019 Category Peeing
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  13. DLFF-049

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    Office ladies desperate to pee find a secluded spot to relieve themselves Enjoy
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    Wild pissing in the narrow alley. Women spreading their legs and urinating on multi view camera.
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  15. Not really my thing- only like accidental wetting How’s everyone else doing?
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  16. Evil straight white male checking in. I don't really care what you do, as long as you're not emailing it directly to me. That's the beauty of forums like this, the only content you see is the stuff you're looking for.
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  17. I love getting peed on by my wife! 😊 Initially pee play was just my thing, but once I came out to her, she was willing to experiment with it. Nowadays we incoporate pee play into our sex life about - say - once a month at an average. She might even have become into it herself, a tiny bit at least. Recently she even took initiative a few times (like during foreplay she said: "I think I do have to use the loo before we carry on - would you like to attend?"). Of course she knows that she gets a good fucking afterwards. Usually we either do it in the bathtub or I'll let her sit on the loo and will kneel in front of her. Sometimes she lets me put my hand into the stream, sometimes she lets me spread her labia with my fingers - there's nothing like watching the pee come straight out of her urethra. If we're in the bathtub she usually pisses on my dick and lets me clean the pee from her thighs and pussy afterwards - with my tongue of course. I like the smell and the taste if it's not too strong. The best thing is the wetness though. Last time (about a week ago) we left the bathtub after she finished peeing and I sat her on a small dresser in our bathroom. She was all soggy on her thighs and bum and it was just great to feel her wet body while I was taking her really hard and the faint smell of urine was in the air. 😍 Usually I don't drink it, but I remember once when we came home from a party, both pretty drunk, I asked her to pee a few drops into my mouth while we were already lying in bed. She sat on my head and released a tiny bit which I happily swallowed. It wasn't too bad - a little salty, but not too strong. And once she even peed into her tights. She doesn't know about my wetting fetish, but it was her idea. To be honest I had already ripped the tights open in the crotch area to comfort her a bit (so technically she probably felt like naked), but a lot of pee trickled down her legs and those tights were pretty damp afterwards. Lucky for me, she threw them into the bathroom bin afterwards and I had the opportunity to enjoy the smell a few more times in the days that followed. Now that I've told those stories I realize (once again) how happy I am to be married to my wonderful wife (for a lot of reasons of course, but her being so open in our sex life is one of them). And I realize that writing this down made me pretty horny. 😛
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  18. Well, that took a lot longer than I thought... and even after all that time, I'm not satisfied. But I didn't want to keep y'all waiting any longer. This will be a prime candidate for rewriting someday. If you're used to my stories you know there's a lot of sex. This one is no exception. -------------------------------------------------------- Bella woke up. As she usually did in the morning, she stretched out her arms and legs—and stretched out her senses, checking every part of her body. It’s a myth that the humans only have five senses. The sense of balance, for example, isn’t in touch, smell, taste, hearing, or sight. The sense of hunger or thirst isn’t exactly taste. The sense of heat isn’t exactly touch. The sense of time passing, the sense of recognition. And, of course, the sense of a full bladder. Bella checked her senses every morning to remind herself that she was more than just a “blind girl,” that she was capable in a variety of ways. She’d done this routine ever since grade school, when she’d felt like an outcast. Over time she’d learned to use her senses extremely well. She could hear, for instance, that someone was awake downstairs—probably Kari, judging by the cadence of her steps—but that nobody was in the bathroom. Should she pee? That was another piece of her usual routine. She strongly preferred peeing at home, where she knew every corner of the bathroom, and she’d long ago trained herself to pee just twice a day. But now she was going for just once a day. Bella ran through her schedule… and decided she needed more information. She reached for her phone and said to it, “Text Grahame: ‘Are you going dancing tonight?’” She was so lucky, she knew, to live in an era of so many conveniences. She set the phone back down and got up out of bed. She wore a silk nightgown many nights, she loved the feel of the silk on her skin—but she pulled the nightgown up over her head and found the hanger waiting for it in the closet. Then she stepped back and ran her hands over her body: her arms, her hips, her butt, her belly, her breasts. The absolutely marvelous thing about being both bi and busty, she thought for the 845th time, was that you turned yourself on. She loved her breasts, and loved the effect they had on other people. She ran her hands over them, and under them, finding all the little sensitivities. Her nipples hardened fast. She slid her hands back down to her belly, cradling the fullness of her bladder—nowhere near as full as it sometimes had been, when it was bulging out and she’d felt like she’d grown a third boob, albeit one with a misplaced nipple. She reached for that nipple, down between her legs. Having a clitoris—and a sense of touch perhaps somewhat more sensitive than most people’s—was simply marvelous. But after only a little while of this, she knew that what she really wanted wasn’t available. Not on her body, not in the house. Kelly might get her off, Amanda might have just the right vibrator, but Bella wanted something no one in the house possessed: a real live penis. Penises were just crazy fun to play with. And they were generally attached to men: men, with their fascinating scents and planes and angles. The girls of ΠΣΣ House were marvelously sexy but they all had the same softnessess (even mighty little Ashley, with those excellent muscles), and many of the same smells. She wanted a man. She wanted a man’s beard beneath her lips, a man’s arms around her body, a man’s legs between her legs, a man’s penis inside her. She wanted him now… but it would have to wait. Her phone chimed, and when she hit the appropriate button, it announced: “Text from Grahame: ‘I am if you are.’” “Reply: ‘I most certainly am. Any plans afterward?’” The next reply was much faster. “None so far.” “Why don’t you keep it that way? I might be interested in something after.” “As you wish.” Bella spun in a little circle in excitement. She hadn’t wanted to be too obvious, but she also hadn’t wanted him to miss the point. On the other hand, Grahame was a fairly subtle thinker. He’d picked up her meaning—or enough of it, anyway. It was easier, with the girls and their “traffic light” system, and their simply asking. But Gray was not part of the sisterhood. The world’s rules applied. But the message had gotten through anyway. And she wanted to take him to bed. She’d wanted to for a while… but today it was more than just wanting. She was craving him, craving to learn his body, craving that body between her thighs… Which brought her back to the question of peeing. Now that Grahame had said yes, an all-day hold seemed unwise and potentially distracting. She listened again. Someone had just gotten in the shower, but the bathroom of ΠΣΣ House was generally open to all. She slipped on her bathrobe. The bathroom was right across the hall from her room, but she generally kept nakedness to a minimum outside her bedroom. She felt the doorknob—no hair tie on the handle. She knocked. “Can I come in?” she asked. “It’s Bella.” She could identify everyone in the house by voice and gait and sometimes even breathing, but her sisters couldn’t—and besides, a running shower could throw off even her senses. “Sure!” came Zephyr’s voice. Ah, Zephyr. Amanda said the girl was quite the exhibitionist. So far it had all been lost on Bella. The kind of exhibitionism Bella required was a little more tactile, and it would be odd, even for ΠΣΣ House, to simply walk up to the girl and fondle her. But the new girl seemed sweet, and was reputedly an enthusiastic holder. Bella had begun as more of a holder-for-practicality’s-sake than a holder-for-pleasure… but she’d always enjoyed the sense of anticipation and the sense of release, and time in ΠΣΣ House had turned her into a full-fledged uromaniac. She just hoped Grahame would be adventurous enough to understand… All these thoughts flashed through Bella’s mind as she entered the bathroom and walked, fearlessly, over to the toilet. She lifted the lid—the seat was down, of course—and then lifted her bathrobe. “Good morning!” Zephyr said, turning off the shower. “Good morning. Any big plans for your Friday?” “Not really. You?” “I’m going dancing tonight,” Bella said. Then, her hopes and excitement getting the better of her, she added: “With Grahame. And I might just bring him home with me tonight.” “Ooooooh,” Zephyr said. By the sound of it, she was lathering herself up. “Lucky man. Have you hinted?” “I have most definitely hinted. Would you be all right with him coming over?” “Of course!” Zeph said. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else going on.” “Do I sense a little bitterness?” Bella said, teasing gently. Half her mind, however, was on the lovely warm sensation of her emptying bladder. “Just a little,” Zephyr said. “Look at it this way,” Bella advised. “Anticipation makes the consummation all the sweeter.” “Oh, I know,” Zeph said, turning the water back on to rinse herself off. Bella finished peeing and wiped, then went over to the sink to brush her hair. “I know,” Zephyr repeated, sighing. “But the waiting is the hard part. So I envy you, just a little.” “I think you’ll get what you want,” Bella said. “Ashley is extremely excited to be around you. I know.” “How?” “Her breathing picks up whenever you enter the room. You haven’t noticed?” “I’ve been trying not to stare.” Bella laughed. She rarely smiled by choice—she’d been told it looked profoundly odd—but laughter transcended all that. “That’s one advantage to learning so much from my ears. Sometimes, I think it’s all of you who are the blind ones,” she told Zephyr. “Metaphorically, of course.” She laid her comb down exactly where she’d picked it up. “Well, I hope it goes well with Grahame tonight,” Zephyr said, turning off the water again and getting out of the shower. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” “I’ll want someone to look me over before I go out, and of course I’ll need to call before I bring him back,” Bella said, tying back her hair in a bun. “You’ll be here?” “I will!” “Then I’ll call you and ask if everyone’s okay and if the coast is clear.” “Of course. We don’t want to scare him off.” “I have a sense he’s unshockable. But I’d rather not put that to the test our first time.” “Right. I didn’t mean what I said about envy earlier. I really hope it works out for you.” “Well, once you meet him—then you’ll be allowed to be envious! I’m quite the lucky girl… or at least I hope I get that way tonight.” “Oh, no. He’s the lucky one,” Zephyr said, emphatically. Zephyr really was a good person, Bella thought. So many people assumed people with disabilities just weren’t sexual; others, when they saw a disabled person with a sexual partner, assumed it was motivated by pity, or praised the partner for selflessness, or exclaimed how lucky the disabled person was for finding someone understanding. Zeph hadn’t done any of that, and without prompting, either. Grahame hadn’t done any of that, either. She knew he had a little of it in him, since she’d surprised him so much with her dirty jokes—he’d laughed until he’d cried. But then, without prompting, he asked for her hand and held her fingers to his cheek, so she could feel the tears she’d sparked for herself. And then he’d held her hand for a little longer than he’d needed to. He was ever a gentleman. But since then she’d sensed the undercurrent in his words and actions, and of course his dancing. Bella always dressed simply. Today it was sensible shoes, a calf-length skirt, and a plain blouse. She ran her hands over what she’d wear that evening, however, and shivered with anticipation. She drank down the smoothie Kelly had made—as ever, an extra-large, extra-rich one. She wouldn’t eat until she got home again, so the drink needed to tide her over. Then she took her cane from the umbrella stand by the door and strode out. Sunlight met her face. She could tell the difference between light and darkness. Most people could, of course, even with their eyes closed. But when she opened her eyes, she really could see a little more. She could sense some colors, if the light were bright enough, which was why the “traffic light” analogy wasn’t totally lost on her. But mostly she enjoyed the sensation of light striking her face. Then she put on her dark glasses (elegant, not blocky), shook out her cane, and walked off to campus. She had a map of campus in her head, measured in steps and turns. Her stride wasn’t always exactly the same each day, but she could get close enough, and then follow the sounds of voices or footsteps or traffic through the doors. It helped that many of the buildings had doors with distinct sounds; she could figure out which building she was entering from the sound of the hinges and the door closing behind her. Bella’s studies were mostly in the foreign language department. She was fortunate that her mother had known some French and taught her, which made learning languages in school a little easier—and learning languages got much easier as it went. With Bella’s ear for subtlety, she’d even been able to pick up Mandarin with comparative ease. Now she was learning other Asian languages and honing her prior skills. Interpreters could make excellent money, after all, and she was getting quite good at just that. Two hours of Intermediate Vietnamese was followed by an hour of Hindi. Then it was lunchtime. Rather than going to the cafeteria or one of the cafes, she sat in the sun, sipping juice, and listened to podcasts on various subjects in Mandarin. Then she washed down the juice with some water, and it was over to the social sciences building for a class on Southeast Asian history—helping her pick up on the nuances and references—and lastly back over to the language department for a two-hour intensive tutoring session with her Chinese TA. Not once did she stumble on the way; not once did she need to ask for help or directions. She had such a routine down that she didn’t even notice those accomplishments any more. And not once did she stop to visit the restrooms. In fact, she didn’t even know where the restrooms in the social sciences building were. She’d found the ones near the foreign language department largely by accident—and she’d never used them. Home, now: home for a light bite and a quick drink, and then to get dressed up for the evening. She’d long ago given a lot of control over her wardrobe and her beauty routines to her sisters. Tonight she didn’t need a lot of help: she had picked out what she wanted days before. She stripped off her clothes and stood naked again, once again feeling herself up. Her breasts were ready—big and round and still quite firm. She put on a black lace bra that did marvels for her cleavage. Her bladder was ready, too: she could feel the faintest bulge. Her pelvic muscles were nowhere near their edge yet, however. Once again she felt for her clit—but took her hand away quickly. If she started that she might not stop, and she wanted Grahame there, not just her fingers. She put on a pair of black panties, not quite a thong but quite form-fitting and nearly invisible under the dress. Ah, the dress. A classic: short and low-cut and black. Grahame hadn’t seen it before—it wasn’t perfect for dancing. But it was totally perfect for arresting men’s attention. Wearing this dress, she knew, she could distract men so totally they didn’t even realize she was blind until ten minutes into the conversation, despite the sunglasses and the cane in her hand. One thing about the dress—it wasn’t really designed with a full bladder in mind. But that wasn’t even a problem. Bella liked holding it. Thigh-high boots to complete the effect… again, not ideal for dancing. She’d have to be careful not to step on Grahame’s toes, or she might ruin the evening by having to call an ambulance rather than ΠΣΣ House. But entirely ideal for what she had in mind. Everything she’d put on, after all, was intended to be taken off… No makeup, beyond simple lipstick. She couldn’t really apply it and didn’t really need it: it was actually easier to just take good care of her skin overall and be luminous than it was to fake it. She wore her hair down. Here she did ask Zephyr for a little help, and the new girl eagerly supplied it while gushing over Bella’s outfit: “Holy shit, Bella, you look amazing… I mean, I can barely keep my hands off of you, I can’t imagine how Grahame will be able to.” “That’s the idea,” Bella said, chuckling. Back to campus for the dance. There were other, better places to go dancing—but many of them were further away, and would need rides or the bus. Bella didn’t trust ride-sharing and wasn’t about to get on the bus dressed as she was. Besides, the on-campus dancing was just fine. That’s where she’d met Grahame, after all. The dancing they did was strictly ballroom, but of course that covered quite a range. Bella had never had much trouble with dancing. It took her a little time to learn the steps by feel, of course, and not every teacher was perfectly patient; but once she had the basics down, she had no trouble keeping up, and went out at least twice a week, and so had a great deal of practice. The one concession to her disability was that she never danced lead—she relied on her partners to see the room around them and steer her safe. Not all of them did, and she rarely danced with them again. Gray had never once so much as grazed her toes by accident, and certainly never let anyone bump into her. But Grahame wasn’t there for the first two dances, and so she warmed up with other accustomed partners, then sat one out to take a drink. Her bladder protested—but feebly. She’d long ago beaten her bladder into submission. Ever since an embarrassing incident in grade school, where she’d lost track of her steps and went into the wrong restroom, or the times she’ needed to fumble for things that should have been there but were in odd places, she’d developed a strong aversion to toilets not her own. Which meant she’d developed her capacity to hold it through thick and thin. Grahame walked in. She knew his step instantly, and she turned toward the door. “Bella,” he said, walking over—and then he’d coughed a little. A note of triumph rang in her head. That would be the dress and the bra taking their toll on him. “You look—” he coughed again “—well, breathtaking seems to be the word…” She laughed quietly. “Good,” she said. “May I have the honor of this dance?” he asked. “Why settle for just this one, when you could have them all?” “A man like me can’t afford to get so greedy,” Grahame said. Grahame: He was a grad student in a rather dry and stuffy field—but he was never either. It was a fairly non-lucrative field, too, and his job prospects were largely limited to teaching other grad students what he’d just learned. But he had a little money from his parents and he always dressed well. Still, his pure Ivory Tower nature gave him plenty of fodder for self-effacement. He was a bigger man. “Big-boned,” they might say. He’d be stout someday, maybe even fat, but so far student poverty had kept him simply sturdy. He had a beard which some said was untidy and his hairline was receding rapidly. To Bella, these were all selling points. She loved his varied textures. He was light on his feet, too, lighter than his size implied, and he was a gentle and generous and skilled dance partner. She felt altogether safe in his arms. She hoped—trusted—that all this translated to the bedroom, one for one. She took another drink after the next two dances. She was a little thirsty, but mostly it was for the fun of it: she enjoyed teasing her browbeaten bladder, but that wasn’t all. Oh, no. After the first hour of the dance, her need had grown significantly. After all, it had been more than ten hours since last she’d peed—nearly eleven, really—and she’d had the extra-large smoothie, some water in the morning, juice at lunch, water to wash it down, quite a bit more water during her tutorial session (all that talking!), some more at dinner, and now still more during the dance. She guessed that anyone outside of ΠΣΣ House would be bursting by now. But she’d held more, and for far longer. Eleven hours was nothing to someone who could, consistently if not constantly, hold for twenty-four. If she kept drinking like this, she wouldn’t be able to hold for that long. But she had other plans for tonight. She didn’t need to hold for twenty-four hours: she just needed to be able to hold it until she had Grahame between her legs. Grahame begged off one or two dances that night, but generally he stayed with her. They veered from small talk into real talk, discussing their studies, and from there into friendly silence. Bella felt his breath on her cheeks—and, occasionally, on her cleavage. She smiled inwardly, knowing that in those moments he had to be looking down. As the evening wound down, she pushed her advantage, subtly. She made sure her breasts were routinely brushing his chest. She didn’t simply rest her hand on his back, but gently caressed his spine with her forefinger. And in the last, slow, languorous dance, as the music softly played, she rested her head on his shoulder… which meant most of her body was pressed against his. She could feel him stirring. Perfect, just what she wanted. She tried to get a sense of his erection. Was he big and girthy, like the rest of him? Or uncharacteristically long and slim? Well, she’d know soon enough. Her bladder throbbed from the pressure of his body. She sternly told it to behave, and then ignored it. “Thank you for the dance, Miss Bella,” Gray said as the music faded away. “My pleasure,” she replied. “You mentioned something after…?” “Oh, I just wondered if you’d care for a walk in the evening air? I’m just going home, but if you’d care to come with…” He’d walked her home before. The last two times, she’d kissed him goodnight. “Love to! Just let me stop by the restroom for a moment…” “Oh, of course.” She waited, imagining. Would he use the urinal or a toilet? She had really no idea what a urinal was like, so she imagined a toilet. She wasn’t sure about the logistics of peeing while standing up, but she shaped the sensations in her mind. He’d certainly have his penis in his hand. Well, she’d held penises just that way: no trouble imagining that. She imagined him having a little trouble with being hard. Then the sound of pee hitting the bowl—she’d heard a previous boyfriend peeing once. And the blessed feeling of relief… Her own bladder howled mournfully with protest, and tried to break free. Goodness, she hadn’t had to cross her legs after just twelve hours in quite a while! But she had admittedly filled up a little bit extra today, in anticipation. So she supposed she must make allowances. She left off her daydreaming. No need to torture the poor organ. Instead, she dialed Zephyr. “I’m definitely bringing Grahame home,” she told her housemate. “Oh, good,” Zephyr said. “The coast is clear. Everyone’s out or studying, and everyone’s fine with him coming by.” “Thank you! I was going to ask you to check.” “If you need anything, just yell!” “I will!” She quickly hung up. Grahame had returned, his footsteps clear as he crossed the floor. “Shall we?” he asked. “We shall.” He took her arm in his and led her out. “Straight home?” “That’s the way I know.” “Well, we could do a little exploring.” “That would be nice. I’m in no rush.” Her bladder moaned again. She shushed it. The longer walk was a little lost on her, since she had no idea what she was passing. Quiet residential streets, by the sounds and smells: not many cars, the scent of freshly-cut grass, the occasional ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-HISSSSS of a sprinkler. (That was pleasant/unpleasant. Her bladder trembled at the sound; the rest of her loved it.) But it was fine, very fine, to be hanging on Gray’s arm and chatting with him pleasantly. Finally they turned off the sidewalk and suddenly she was back on familiar ground. They were coming up the walk of ΠΣΣ House. “Now,” Bella said, laying her free hand on his guiding arm. “Would you like to come in for a minute or two?” Or an hour or three? “Have a drink, perhaps?” “I’d be delighted,” he said. She let them in. Zephyr jumped up and said hello, apologizing for the disarray in the house, apologizing for being so under-dressed. “Nonsense,” Gray said, and a moment later, “Charmed, just charmed” after Bella introduced the two of them. Zephyr cheerfully helped with the drinks—a shot of “something strong” for Gray, a small glass of Cointreau for Bella—and chattered pleasantly as Bella stood, leaning against both the countertop and Gray, sipping the liquid and feeling her bladder writhing in protest. She had to shift her position now and again. The extra fluids were making themselves felt. But she turned it all into small gestures of brushing up against her man. Her man. That was a lovely phrase. It wouldn’t do to linger too long. After a polite few minutes, and after the drinks were drained, Bella leaned close to Gray and said softly, “Care to come up to my room?” “Dying to,” he said, equally softly. She laughed, then. A sultry laugh. A promising laugh. She felt his breath quicken. She led him upstairs—not missing a step—and down the hall to her room. To her room, and inside, and then the door was closed behind him. “Um. Lights?” he asked. “Oh, sorry! I generally don’t use them… here we go. I’m sorry the décor isn’t much,” she added. “It’s entirely fine—as long as you’re here,” he said, and kissed her. This was not a tasteful goodnight kiss, like their first time. Nor was it a nervous-but-eager makeout like their second time. This was passionate. She draped her arms around his neck and pressed herself to him. No more polite subtlety now. “Bella…” he gasped, when the kiss broke. “Mm?” “Forgive me, but I must say—you are absolutely… absolutely…” “Beautiful? Sexy?” “Entrancing,” he said. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweet man.” “Oh. Oh, my. Um. Are we…?” She laughed and kissed him again and then said, “So, Gray. I want you. I want you quite badly.” More badly than I want to pee, and by now that’s saying something. “Is that all right?” “Oh yes. Better. I mean, better than all right.” She unzipped her boots, knowing he’d be watching, then pushed his jacket off and hung it up for him, showing him that she could navigate her room without any help. But somehow she was conscious that his presence altered the room considerably. It felt crowded now. Filled up, somehow. Well, that was all to the good. She wanted to be filled. She turned back to him. This was the part she was a little nervous about. She had no idea how to do a proper striptease. But her sisters had all said that the proper approach for her was just to let her body speak for itself. She unzipped her dress partway and pushed the straps off her shoulders. The dress fell to her waist. He caught his breath, and she laughed again. “Pretty impressive, huh?” “You have no idea.” “Mmm, I think I do.” She finished unzipping the dress and let it fall to a puddle at her feet. This released a little pressure on her bladder, but that was such a minor factor in her need now that she barely noticed. She stepped out and picked up the puddle with her toes and put it in the laundry hamper, making sure he had a good look at her butt in her small black panties. She turned back to face him and draped her arms around his neck again, letting him get a good look at her barely-clad body. His breathing stayed elevated, so it was probably working. She kissed him and let her body press against his. Then it was a matter of getting his clothes off. She undid his buttons when he couldn’t make his fingers work—all the way down to the buttons of his trousers. (They were definitely trousers when Grahame was wearing them.) When his pants were off, he sat down abruptly on the bed. “I must say, dear lady, that it’s been some time for me,” he said. “But I didn’t come empty-handed. I have a few condoms in my pockets…” “In your pants pocket? That’s not safe. We’ll use mine.” “You have—? …Of course you have some.” “Oh yes,” she said. “You’re not my first. Nor am I yours. But you’re the one I want tonight.” She unfastened her bra and let her breasts fall loose. “Oh my.” “Aren’t they something?” Bella said. She cradled herself in her hands. Then she climbed onto the bed, and onto him. After more kissing and fondling, they got him out of his underwear. It was time for hers to come off, too, but she had to focus on that. After all, pulling her panties down had a certain effect on her bladder. She fought back the urge. He was hard, very hard. And with all the horniness she’d been putting off all day—all week—she didn’t take long to get ready herself. She straddled his legs and helped him with the condom. He was trembling with excitement, as she could feel through her legs and hands. She was trembling herself, but from excitement and something else combined… It was rather difficult getting him in, since she was clamped down so tightly. He was worried, murmuring something about getting her more warmed up. She didn’t want him worried, and she was plenty warm, so she kissed him a lot and stroked him a lot and then carefully guided him in. Heaven. She could feel her clitoris getting squeezed between his erection and her bladder, all up and down its inner length. There was nothing like it, nothing at all, and as he thrust through the tight grip of her muscles she cried out, uncontrollably. A few moments later there was a pounding at the door. “Bella? Are you okay? Is this a red light?” Zephyr, being a good housemate. Bella chuckled. “No, we’re all green in here! Thank you!” “Oh, I’m so sorry!” “You’re fine. I’m fine. Go away!” Still laughing ruefully, Bella turned back to Gray—who was now completely limp. “Ah, umm… I’m sorry, it’s just… I hadn’t counted on an audience…” “We don’t have one,” she said. “My sisters look after me, that’s all, and I’m grateful to them.” “As am I. But… uh… I seem to be a little self-conscious…” Dang it! She wanted that penis so bad, that big thick erection that felt so incredible on her inner clit… and she wanted to pee, too, almost as badly… She snarled inwardly at her bladder and forced it to settle down. Then she set to work on Gray. It took a long time for him to get over that shock to his system. At first he was anxious, then all too determined, and neither one was good for erections. After getting nowhere with masturbation, she got up and turned off the light. Then she got them both under the covers and let him rest his head on her boobs, running her fingers through his hair, willing him to relax. Finally he unwound a bit… and the magic of her breasts went to work. He started playing with them, and started stirring down below. She climbed on top of him again and used her cleavage to stroke him. She was so full, he had to be as hard as possible—otherwise she’d never get him in. Her bladder was back to screaming. It wasn’t that she was at full capacity, though she was more full than usual for this time of night after having a morning pee. No, the problem was all the ups and downs. Getting her panties off. The failed attempt at sex. The long delay in bed while naked. She was craving cock and she was desperate to piss, aching for pressure and aching for release… She bit her lip, bore down, and fought her desperation back under control. It seemed to take forever, getting a new condom on, getting him lubed up again, but she stuck with it. She didn’t want to stress him out and lose him again, or she really might lose control before she got off. Finally—finally!—he was ready. Finally, she could get him back inside her. Finally, she could ride him to her heart’s content… Slowly, now. Her bladder was on beyond screaming, now—it was all howl. But her clit was reveling in the double pressure. Such an exquisite balance between pressure and pleasure and pain. And time, couldn’t forget time. She rode him slowly to stretch the moment out, every last agonizing second she could steal… She was so close. So close. So close so close so CLOSE Then she was coming, thundering, quivering, rippling. The orgasm went through her like a wave. She had just enough presence of mind to grip all the tighter with her inner muscles to stop her bladder from seizing on her distraction and making a break for it. That extra tightness seemed to set Gray off, in turn… He kissed her tenderly, caressed her gently. He clearly wanted to cuddle and savor the afterglow, and she wanted that too—but she no longer had any time left. “I’m sorry, dearest, but I’ve got to pee,” she said, and tore out of bed without waiting for his reaction. She nearly tripped over the unfamiliar clothes on the floor and felt a worrisome spurt, and then flung herself through the door and across the hall and into the bathroom and then she was peeing. It was just a tiny leak, triggered by her proximity to the toilet, but it was running down her leg now and that tickling sensation was urging the rest of her pee to follow after… she made the toilet just in time. As she peed, she moaned again. She didn’t know if she was having a second orgasm or not. The technical details didn’t matter. It felt exquisite. The bathroom light flicked on. “Apologies if I’m being forward,” Gray said, “but I did need to use the toilet myself. And I brought you a bathrobe, since you seem to have left without one.” She laughed, to set him at ease. She stood up and reached for him, and met his hand holding the robe. She pulled him close. “Thank you,” she said. “My goodness.” “What?” “You were holding quite a lot!” “How can you… oh, my belly!” She ran a hand over it. “Rather more flat now.” “I do tend to put off using the bathroom,” she said. “Was that why you were so…?” “That’s why it was so good for me, yes. And maybe for you, too.” “It’s a curious technique—but with excellent results…” And then she knew she had him. Later, after they did the afterglow properly, and talked a while, Gray got dressed and headed home. Bella, clad in her robe, saw him to the door and kissed him goodnight. “All well?” Zephyr asked. “All well,” Bella said. “Oh, and could you do me a favor?” “Sure!” “Add your green light next to my name, would you? Thank you for looking after me so well today.”
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  19. A few months ago, on a Friday night, I was taking it easy because I had to work in the morning. So my girlfriend Maddie asked me if I minded DDing for her and her friends. Dropping them off at the bar and then picking them up. Of course, I told her I would. Now, I did this for two reasons. One, because I love her and two, because she had very very attractive friends. They arrived at our house. Maddie told them they could sleep here and drive home in the morning. Now, we had gone out plenty of times together. I had DD’d for them plenty of times. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened, but as I would soon find out, tonight was not to be a night for the ordinary. The girls all arrived at our place. 5 of them in all, including Maddie. There was Caitlyn, a 25 year old teacher, engaged to a very lucky man. She was a blonde, and gorgeous. She had D cups and a tight body. Caitlyn was wearing a pair of light jeans and a white shirt that showed off her chest. She could have been a Playboy Bunny with her looks. There was Brittney, another blonde, she was 24, worked at the local DMV. She was single and had a perfect ass she was wearing heals and a pair of sexy white capris. Next was Adriana who was 23. A taller brunette from a rich family. She had the biggest boobs of all the girls, working in sales at her dads successful electronic supplies and repairs company. She was wearing flats, a pair of tight light blue jeans and a white strapless top, I also noticed she had on a pink G string. Finally there was Malyssa, a 25 year old red head, she was a cutie. She worked as a nurse. She was married and had a little daughter. She was wearing a red romper and sexy high heels. For what it’s worth, Maddie, my girl, is a brunette who was 26. Maddie had C cups and an ass that I loved. Big, but not too big, and tan skin. She also worked as a nurse. I dropped them off and a little before bar close, they call me for a ride. The drive from the bar to our house is about 25 minutes. I arrived and they all climbed in, including a 6th girl, Gaby, one of Maddie’s work friends. “Gaby needs a ride. She’s going to sleep at the house” she told me. “Uh ok” I responded. I was running out of room in the car but Maddie is the boss. I didn’t know much about Gaby besides that she was a nurse and she was hot. Of Asian complexion too. She was wearing a sexy skirt. I caught a glimpse of her yellow panties as she climbed in the car. We made small talk for a few minutes. Then Adriana spoke up. “I spent the entire end of the night flirting with that guy. I got his number but oh my god I have to piss like crazy” “Me too” Caitlyn said, emphasizing that her hands were placed tightly on her crotch for that reason. “I only peed once all night because of this stupid romper” she said “now I’m paying the price” “Yeah babe hurry up or I’m gonna wet the car” Maddie said “Does everyone have to go?” I asked Pretty much, they all concurred. “With my small ass bladder I always have to pee” Gaby announced “Well I will do my best ladies” I assured About 10 minutes later, we were almost home. “Oh my gosh” Caitlyn said “my eyes are watering” “I pissed the bed the night of Malyssa’s wedding” Adriana said “I had a guy with me too. That sucked” “I peed my pants like a month ago at my sister in laws bachelorette party” Caitlyn said “this is worse” “I did at work like less than a year ago, remember that Gab?” Said Maddie. “This one had to bring me new pants like I was a kid at school” she said, referring to me and laughing “None of you have had kids. Wait until your 6 months pregnant. I peed myself weekly” Malyssa said “We need to stop talking about it because I’m barely holding on” Brittney announced to the group. “Almost home” I told them. But then, I saw the unmistakable light of a police car. “Oh fuck” said Brittney. The officer approached my car “Good evening sir. Can I just see your license?” I complied. “We have been getting complaints of speed and possibly intoxicated drivers on this road tonight. Just making sure this car had a sober driver” “Yep” I said “this is my girlfriend. I was told I was to be the DD tonight for their girls night” I said lightheartedly “I’ve been married 23 years, sir. Trust me I know how it goes” he laughed back. “Well thank you for your cooperation and for having a sober driver. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you all have a wonderful night” As I pulled away, I looked it the rear view mirror. “How is everyone doing” I asked “That was really scary” Brittney said, almost in tears. “Like too scary” she said as she removed her hands to reveal the large wet spot on her crotch “Oh my goodness you did not” Maddie said as she began to laugh hysterically. I knew what was next. “I’m peeing!” She said in between laughs as she grabbed my arm “I can’t stop! I’m peeing. I’m peeing!” She said, through a fit of laughter. “I’m going too” announced Adriana. “No way I was making it anyways. I didn’t want to feel left out.” Meanwhile, I could see Caitlyn’s eyes literally watering. “I dribbled a little while laughing” Malyssa said “Please hurry” begged Caitlyn as she leaned up to rest her head on my shoulder seductively “If I move my hands I’m literally going to wet myself” Gaby proclaimed. We pulled in the driveway and the girls got out. Maddie, Adriana, and Brittney, all sporting dark wet patches around their crotches, down their legs, and up around their butts, by this point, laughing about it. Gaby jumped out and threw her panties down and unleashed her pent up urine right in the driveway “ahhhh thank god im wearing a skirt” she said as I starred at the piss shooting out of her perfect, bald vagina. I then felt an elbow “You can put your tongue back in your mouth” Maddie said I turned to see Caitlyn standing on the porch, frozen with her legs spread as a dark streak expanded down both her pant legs. “Ohhh fuck” she said almost in tears “Hurry up and unlock it!” Malyssa yelled “or I’ll be next”. I unlocked the door and Malyssa bolted upstairs. I could hear her sigh with relief as she reached the bathroom. Behind me, the 4 wet girls and Gaby, waddled in. Maddie walking gingerly, Caitlyn with her legs spread wide, and Brittney, normally like she’d done it all before. Then Adriana came walking in, pants and panties in hand, bottomless and fully exposed. “Whatever you’ve all seen me naked before anyways” she said. “Not me” I reminded her. “Well now you have!” She said with a smile as I gazed at her nice ass and hairless pussy. “That’s a good idea actually” Maddie said “I don’t want to track piss through the house. Take your pants off. I’ll go up and get us some shorts.” Maddie said, peeling off her wet pants and her soaked white thong. Revealing her tan legs, smooth, bald pussy and the ass of a goddess. Next I saw Caitlyn shamelessly undress, and she was a sight to see. Her smooth shaved vag, glistening with the wetness of the puss she had just unleashed in her pants. She had been wearing a purple thong. Soon, I was amazed, as if I was in a dream as Brittney, Adriana, Caitlyn and Gaby stood before me, bottoms completely exposed. 4 hairless, bald vaginas, wet with piss, standing in my house. I grabbed a hamper. “Here you go ladies. Throw everything in here, Mad will put them in the dryer” I told them Caitlyn walked up shyly and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for your help and for not being mad” she said. Adriana kisses me on the lips “yeah we appreciate it” “I feel bad that i pissed myself in your car so, here you go” Brittney said, lifting her shirt to show me her tits. “I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time” Stated Gaby. Standing there holding her yellow thong in hand. End Chapter one
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  20. Another video, as promissed, this time she is peeing her jeans. 20190622_151946[Mute].mp4
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  21. Firstly, this is not meant to re-ignite the debate regarding the new policy. It’s done, it’s over, we agree to move on from here. I’m really not interested in others pointing out how right or wrong they may feel it is. That’s already been done to death, and we know who sides in which camp. What I want to do here, is simply explain why I chose to write stories involving children, and to hopefully clear up any misconceptions about what my personal motivation for doing so was. Im not a pedophile. Yes, that’s exactly what you would expect a pedo to say, as I’m sure most that have been caught over the years would’ve claimed exactly that. If that’s what people think, I’m really saddened by it, but I realise that I probably won’t be able to change their opinions, although I’m going to try. Ive stated a number of times over the years about how my particular omo kink manifests itself. I have a little/middle side, and like so many people here, I enjoy occasionally indulging myself mentally in age play. I’m not an Adult Baby, but a little/middle. My young persona is around 10-14 years old. When I indulge in wet play, that’s how I picture myself, BUT, I don’t picture other kids. A lot of you would’ve read my real life experience “Shelley Stories” over the years. For those that haven’t, I’ll explain in a nutshell. Growing up, from age 12-15, I had a best friend and neighbor, Shelley, who occasionally wet her pants on accident. During the summer months, we would wet our pants on purpose while we played in the pool or under the hose. It was just one of those silly things that we did, and it was a popular topic of conversation. We wet ourselves a lot while we played, pretending all sorts of silly scenarios, and like I said, I saw her have quite a few real accidents as well. Experiencing this as I started adolescence is what I believe started me off on this fetish. So a lot of my stories, Daniel and Amy in particular, are exaggerated projections of things that I experienced or witnessed with Shelley. When I’m in my little space, these are the things I’m remembering. I would write the story, actually seeing it through Daniels eyes, based on an exaggerated version of my own memories of growing up with Shelley. Certainly nothing to do with me fantasising about other children, just picturing myself as one. Does this make it alright? Probably not. Do other people masturbate to my stories? Probably yes. Do I feel guilt that they do? No. Am I a pedophile? Definitely not. As I said at the start, I’m not trying to justify anything, not debate the rights or wrongs of the policy. I just want people to know that I don’t have a “thing” for kids. Outside of that, judge me as you will. Barry.
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  22. I always thought they were two different things. High-cut underwear are definitely sexy. Don't let anyone tell you they're not! I actually find thongs to be a turn-off and I don't know why any woman would want to wear them nor could I see how they would find them comfortable.
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  23. One I have used on so many g/fs OK just wet a little.....just a little wet spot.......and of course...very few can do this without going on to pee more or become desperate to pee more.
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  24. Haha, well remembered! This time it was the liquid Mr Daniels who did the damage 🥃😂. I'm not even a bourbon fan, but a business associate bought me a bottle recently, and after a long hard day at work yesterday I made quite a dent in it! 🙈 I'm quite enjoying the shift in direction with this. Admittedly it's not flowing quite so naturally as Lucy's story, hence the updates are a little less ridiculously regular, but it's nice to be able to explore different themes without the worry about overstepping boundaries etc.
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  25. I knew Lucy's little brother could be a handful, but I didn't think he could wear you out that thoroughly... Or were you talking about his namesake or possibly a uncle, aunt, or cousin we haven't met yet? Jokes aside, I'm still loving your writing style even given the rather drastic shift in subject matter from your first novel-length work.
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  26. Great chapter again piddly! Love these cliffhanger endings; will the tack room door be unlocked or not I wonder.....
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  27. I imagine the diaper aspects of it may be a big part of it. Would you still be attracted to them if there was no diaper?
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  28. Biku's art

    I have to say, your are is absolutely amazing!
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  29. View File DOKS-452/323/388 Tied up & tickled until she pees These are files that focus on girls being tied up and tickled until they wet themselves *DOKS-452 *DOKS-323 *DOKS-388 I decided to just put all 3 of these together in one post seeing as they are all basically the same thing Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/12/2019 Category Peeing
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  30. A matter of opinion of course, but this new Tena spot beats all challengers for me. I wonder how many Mexican teenagers recently found out they were into diapers as a result of seeing this on TV. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QISbfSA_PUY tena noir mexico ad.mp4
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  31. After googling around, I think the person who told me not to grip the horse with my legs was incorrect, and Imouto Kitten is on the right track. Plus, as a huge Lewis and Tolkien fan, I'm inclined to defer to Lewis' knowledge, as I believe it's very likely he was a rider himself (I know for a fact Tolkien was). I simply hadn't read Narnia in a long time, I'm a bigger fan of his adult works. But the way you've written it in is perfectly believable, regardless. Unexpected behavior is an excellent excuse.
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  32. I’ve done this before as well. Wetting while standing up, and pointing up, getting the front and crotch soaked, then reversing it for another go. It feels incredible having your butt all warm and wet, with the new front of the diaper is still dry. It helps me to imagine what a girl might feel like if she wet her nappy while sitting down. 10/10 would recommend!
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  33. In the saddle

    Loving this story!
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  34. Version 1.0.0

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    ladies in subway stations and trains who are desperate to pee rush to the bathroom and relieve themselves There is a scat warning on FF-027_02 Enjoy
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  35. Don't worry Katie you will make it girl
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  36. In the saddle

    I've got a fairly good grasp on the jargon, but that's probably because I spend way too much time reading fantasy than anything to do with the fact that I'm Australian. By the way, great story Piddly!
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  37. On the road today for an 8 hour road trip. No one else is in the car. I’ve had my large coffee and a bottle of water after 1 hour in. I was absolutely bursting and needed to find somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I managed to find a Walmart 20 minutes down the interstate. Flew into the lot and then you gotta get out, hope not to leak, and then walk in like ‘it’s all cool’, I’m not dying here... I did make it to the urinal, but barely. I do want to try on one of the pull ups that I brought, since it is new and you don’t know until you try, right? updates to follow, feel free to say hello.
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  38. I literally couldn’t hold it after buying some smokes EA617AA9-7E0C-486C-BE2A-03EB9D6540DA.MOV
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  39. Part 2 The sun was out in all its glory, as the day began for everyone on Nova Town. This town was a small haven for elves, imps and dwarfs, while there was a mix of other races those were the three main races within this town. Rhythm and Calypso where walking down one of the main streets, Calypso was rather friendly so she waved and greeted those who she was familiar with. Rhythm on the other hand while not anti social she had bigger fish to fry in the form of her ever growing bladder. She had about 3 liters of liquid that she drank over the course of 20 hours, at this point her trying to get distracted from anything that she can engage with was becoming more difficult. Her friend picked up on this because Rhythm grew quiet and her body movements where very stiff. Calypso had a lot of thoughts running through her head. "Wow she is really doing it...I kinda wanna see how far she can go but...I will have to buy her a case! Oh what should I do" Calypso thought this over "Hey Cal can you do the cooking for the morning?" Rhythm said very quickly. She also began to speed up her pace as their little bakery was within sight. "Umm yeah sure! Just don't fall asleep at the register as usual." Calypso said with some annoyance "Trust me I will be wide awake" Rhythm quickly spoke again. The duo entered a small bakery that can be run by two people and of course with some magic involved. Both Rhythm and Calypso where very proficient in magic but lacked the magic pool to become traveling merchants. So they settled on this small bakery that they can run. Calypso quickly went into the kitchen to prepare for the day while Rhythm just sat down at the cash register. Now that she was finally seated she began to cross her legs tightly and was rocking on the seat, her stomach was huge now but was still soft to touch. This knowledge gave her some relief because she can now bank on her bladder expanding much further if she paced herself. While not feeling like she was gonna explode at any moment she knew she can't be as lazy as she can be for today. Then Calypso spoke out to her "Hey! Think you will love this, so your usual case of soda well there is a case here with a new flavor plus a note. Dear Rhythm we at the Sun Shine Soda Company would like you gift you this new flavor we call Dawning. Please accept our gift and send us a review of this new flavor" Calypso recited this as a 24 case of soda floated next to Rhythm. "Oh....thanks...." Rhythm said with fear. This threw a monkey wrench into her plan, while she can simply ignore these soda cans she was very addicted to this brand of soda. It helped her through some rough times and this was a new flavor. She decided to have one can and was banking on this new flavor wasn't good but sadly this new flavor was amazing. It was this very citrus but sweet taste to it and the carbonation was just right. She was in tears both in joy of this case but in pain as she felt like that liquid went straight to her bladder. “This is amazing..screw needing to pee I NEED THIS SODA IN ME!” Rhythm said with determination. Thus began her drinking binge, every single soda can was going to be consumed by her. For once in her life she had a goal and despite the huge effort to reach it she wants to reach it. Looking down at her stomach she noticed that her stomach was a few inches away from pressing up against the counter, she would use this as a mark, if her stomach touches it slightly she will stop. Over the course of 4 hrs she drank soda at her usual rate and dealt with customers, she went from bouncing her legs to tightly crossing them to now at around lunch time 12 noon she was grabbing her crotch every now and then. She was thankful that she was sitting down but she really had to pee right now, her bladder was like a balloon and this is reflected in her stomach which was now pressing up against the counter. She was half way done with the case of soda. 6 liters of various liquids was sloshing around in her bladder at this point she couldn’t believe she was withstanding this much pressure and only had 4 more hours to go before sweet relief. However the worst time of the day is here for her getting up and switching places with her friend and having to bake various goods. When she sat up she gasped loudly and tightly gripped her crotch while squeezing her legs together. She had to do a full on pee pee dance to maintain some level of control, never in her life has she held this much for this long. While Rhythm was suffering Calypso was watching her in silence and was very excited at the display. She was amazed by her friend’s resolve for once and was a bit turned on by Rhythm. “Hey how are you going...you know I can stay in the kitchen and you keep sitting down” Calypso offered. “Yes please...I feel like I’m gonna” Rhythm answered by was interrupted by a sudden spurt of pee escaping from her crotch. Her cheeks were now flushed red in embarrassment and her pussy was throbbing in pain as she regains control. Then another longer spurt escaped, she ran towards the bathroom. Her friend followed closely as Rhythm entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She then had the best and longest pee of her life a whole 5 minutes of nonstop hard peeing. She almost felt like she would of had an orgasm if she didn’t control herself, then at the 6 minute mark it stopped. She was so relieved and turned on right now that she sat on the toilet to regain her composure. Once she exited the bathroom she was met with her friend standing right outside. “Ahaha I knew you wouldn’t last till the end of work I WIN!” Calypso said but at the back of her mind she was saddened that the hold ended. “Yeah yeah, I could of done it if I didn’t have all of those sodas. Hell I looked like I was a few months pregnant by the time I finished the 5th can” Rhythm responded and was going to go to the kitchen since she wasn’t on the verge of wetting herself. “Hold on a minute! I’m gonna show you how it's done!” Calypso said as she took a bottle of water “Ehh? Wait your serious? I thought you were joking you're seriously going to hold it from now till 4 tomorrow?” Rhythm questioned her friend. Calypso has a look of determination on her face as she nodded and went to the front desk. “My friend is one hell of a weirdo” Rhythm said to herself before retreating to the kitchen to finish a day's work and enjoy the soda more easily. "I'm too lazy...what a let down I just gave up once I lost control once..wonder if I should work on that" These thoughts filled her mind for the rest of the day. Sorry this took so long but life comes at you suddenly and without any warning. I will be cranking out a few more of these stories slowly, I believe my next one will involve either a lamia, giant or dragon. Also drawing of what Rhythm looks like.
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  40. Sorry for the super long wait! but here's an embarrassed Hilda performing a request from Marianne💗
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  41. Listen. I'll be dead real with you. No one is gonna get harassed or abused here on this site. Moderation does not take kindly to discrimination here. So I'd say you're pretty darn safe and secure here! Happy posting! ♡
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  42. Hello! I remember once time I saw like an anime hentai scene where were one girl and one boy. THe girl and the boy were in the door and the girl has to pee but she needed to wait until her mother went out of the house. Once the mother went out, the girl released herself and pee and then I think the boy started to touch her. anyone know the anime ? thanks
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  43. Erikas voice was surprisingly not angry but surprised. - Are you peeing yourself Sara? Why? - Ohh mom. Well I just don´t see any point with go in and use the toilet when I´m wearing a bikini. It´s made to be wet so why not pee though it? Jenny does it too. - So I see. How long have you been doing this? - Well I tried it on my own a couple of years ago. But I only did it two times that year. After that I did it maybe five times at most the following years on land. In the water well then I do it every time I go swimming. A can´t even remember when I started doing it. - In the water don´t surprise me. I figured that out when we where at the beach for hours and you never went to the toilet. - I never saw you go either. - No because I did exactly the same thing. I think almost everyone does it. I have been doing it for so long as I can remember. If you want I can tell you about the first time I did it. - Of course I want to hear that story. - I also want to hear it. Let´s go back to the table. Jenny said. They walked back and sat down. Both Jenny´s and Sara´s eyes was filled with expectation. - So one day both me and my mother was at the beach. We talked and sunbathed. After a couple of hours I needed to pee. So I told my mother about it. And she answered straight out that I should go down into the water and just do it. My first reaction was shock. That my mom could suggest such a thing. But soon after that I understood how logical it was. Then my mother shocked me even more. She said she would come with me because she hade to pee too. So there we was. Standing waist deep in the water side by side. I glanced at my mother and she just smiled and nodded. I knew she was peeing so I started to let go too. It was a great feeling and it also feelt like this was mom´s and mine own secret. After that day I peed in the water every time I was at the beach. - Wow that was a really nice story. The feeling of peeing in the water is wonderful. Jenny said. - I have to agree. Sara said with joy. - So Linda what do you think about my story? I hope I did´t shock you too much. - Oh no everything about it was great. I think it just natural to pee in the water through your swimsuit. - Yeah me too. But then I have to ask you. Did you know your daughter peed through it on land as well? - Yes I did. But she started doing it in front of me for the first time just last week. And I´m not mad or trying to stop her doing it. A bikini is made for water after al. So pee won´t damage it. - I guess you´re right. So Sara. If you have to pee and are out with Jenny or at home with your bikini on. You can just go through it. - Thank you so much mom. I think it´s a lot easier to do it that way then have to go al the way inside. So I can promise it won´t take long before you se me doing it. - Well I have already seen you. So no need to hold it back anymore. Sara just smiled and to her surprise she feelt she could pee. And since her mother already said it was okay, she just let it out. A hiss could be heard. Erika started to laugh. - Well you wastes no time I hear. - Of course not. Now when I know it´s okay I won´t hold it back anymore. - And my mom already know I do it. Jenny said and another hiss could be heard. Both Erika and Linda laughed. As soon as they emptied their bladders. Jenny and Sara got up and said they wanted to take a walk. Linda said it was okay but they hade to wash of with the hose first. So they did and of they went. - Okay Erika. Now when our daughters are gone. How about we walk around our garden. I can show you the plants I planted this spring. And talk about well whatever we come up with. - Sounds good. I really like flowers so maybe you can give me some tips? - Of course. Just ask and I will answer as good as I can. - Well my first question isn´t about flowers och gardening. But I have to ask. What happened last week that made Jenny pee through her bikini for the first time in front of you? - Actually she told me she did it when we talked about peeing in the shower. She was going to take a shower and didn´t know I came home just when she was about to step in to the shower. She had not started the shower yet. Just when I was outside the door. I heard a stream hit the floor. But I knew it wasn´t the shower. And then I heard ahhh. So I knew she peed and feelt relieved. Not long after the sound of the stream ceased the shower started. - Wow, so she pees in the shower too. Well that´s not that unusual I´m guessing. I have heard a lot of people talk about it. - If you ask me I will say it´s normal. - So what you are actually saying is that you pee in the shower as well? - I do actually. I stopped for a couple of years when Jenny was born because in the beginning when she was really young we showered together. So it didn´t feel right to do it with her in there. - I understand. I would never pee in the shower with my daughter in there. - But you will and do when you shower? - There doesn't seem to be any reason to be ashamed of it. So honestly, I do it every time I shower. - It´s a nice feeling. Right? - Well yes it is. A can just relax and let it flow with out a care. - It really is a great feeling. So you don´t think it feels weird when the pee goes down your legs? - No it doesn´t. I don´t mind if it does. - Interesting. When you started laughing when Sara peed herself at the table. I was wondering if you peed in the shower. Based on your reaction. - Haha yeah I do. And if I know I´m going to shower later and have to pee. I hold it and do it in there. - That´s great. You know what? All this talk about pee have made me have to go. - It does that to me as well. Talking about it a lot makes my need come much faster. - Yeah. Fortunately we are outside so it´s really easy to do. - Just crouch down and pull the bikini to one side and pee. So easy outside. - Well I won´t do it that way. I will follow our daughters example. - Pee trough your bikini standing here? - Yes why not? Just as we said. They are made for water so no need to pull it aside. - Wow. I can honestly say I didn´t see you as a bikini peeing person. - If this was two weeks ago I would not have done it. My daughter persuaded me to try it. I did and I liked how easy it was. It gives me a similar feeling as I get when I pee in the shower but even stronger. - Okay if you say so. - Have you never tried it? - No never on land. Always in the water as you already know. - Well then you should do it with me now. Try it and I´m sure you will like it just as much or even more than when you do it in the shower. - I don´t know if that is a good idea. - Come on just try it once. Now one will know except me. We just walk to the hose and wash you of afterwards. Now is your chance. Sara and Jenny will never know about this. - Okay then. I will try it. - Perfect. Just imagine you´re in the shower and let it out. - That sounds like a good idea. And with that the two women looked at each other and Linda was the first one to pee. But shortly after Erika started as well. Linda smiled when she saw Erika close her eyes. Warm pee was flowing down their legs. They both needed to go a lot. Finally both was done. And immediately Linda hade to ask. - So how was it? - You was right. It was wonderful. - Yes I´m so happy you liked it. So will you do it again with me? - Of course I will. And not only that. I think I will do just as Sara. If I´m wearing my bikini I will pee though it. - I just have to hug you. This is great. I have a pee buddy. - Yes you have. And we will do this often. - So what do you think Sara will say when you wet yourself as well now? - I don´t know. But I guess she will be happy to know she won´t be alone to do it when she´s at home and with out Sara. - I think both of them will be shocked when the see you do it. And to make sure you have to pee when they comes back. Let´s go and take something to drink.
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  44. Welcome! Looking forward to reading some of your writings.
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  45. Hello there! I'm Nikki! Welcome to the community!
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  46. Is hot to see a bulge deflation but... I was waiting to see the piss coming out u.u
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  47. Hey there. I'm a new author, please be gentle with me as I learn! - Maya ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kyra Barnes sighed as she lifted the oversized iced tea dispenser up to rest on the lip of the industrial sink. It had been Sierra’s side-work to empty and clean it out, but the flighty girl had forgotten and was long gone for the night. Kyra pulled off the plastic lid and tipped the dispenser into the sink. It was still half-full and the liquid inside sloshed around before pouring out in a rush down the drain. She grabbed the hanging faucet and rinsed out the inside, the spray of the water making her aware that she hadn’t emptied her bladder all night. It had been a busy Saturday and she hadn’t had any time for breaks between helping her staff and handling customers. Now that the restaurant was empty and she’d slowed down enough to feel it, the sensation crept up on her. Kyra walked the empty dispenser back to the passthrough area where it belonged next to the soda fountain. The rest of the passthrough gleamed, having been cleaned extra well in preparation for the inspection scheduled for the next morning. Kyra gave it another once-over before disappearing into the cramped office to the side of the kitchen. Old three-ring binders and scratch paper scattered atop the small wooden desk and a decrepit set of lockers stood in the corner, draped with old, greasy aprons. Kyra flopped into the ratty red rolling chair and reached up to the hanging cabinet to retrieve a new inventory sheet. She ran her hands over the row of binders on the desk until she found the right one and inserted the blank sheet. Inventory usually didn’t take her more than two hours and she was ready to get it over with and make her way home. She’d need to be back again in the afternoon and wanted to get some decent sleep beforehand. Eager to get started, she picked up a pencil and stuck it behind her ear as she walked to the back of the building where dry storage was kept. On her way in, she tripped over a piece of saran wrap left carelessly on the floor. She slid a few inches before losing her balance and grabbed for the door to break her fall. It did her no good, and she flew forward into the room, the door shutting closed behind her. She lay stunned on the grimy tiled floor, her hands red from where they hit the hard surface. She pushed herself up, rubbing her palms and noticing the rubber door wedge laying next to her. Her heart stopped when she realized the implication. That door had been broken for the better part of two years. Fixing it was not high on the priority list, and the restaurant didn’t have the budget for back-of-the-house repairs. Instead, it was left permanently propped open with the wedge because it locked automatically each time it closed. Kyra eyed the door, which had made a loud whump sound as it shut. She picked up her notebook and pencil and scrambled to her feet. She pulled at the door’s rusty handle to no avail. It didn’t even budge a centimeter. She yanked again, and again, each time growing more frantic. She put her back into it and still no joy. She turned around and surveyed the small enclosed space. She was trapped. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sighed in relief that she still had a charge and service. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the morning manager’s phone number. Punching the green button, she tapped her foot impatiently as it rang several times before going right to voice mail. Huffing, she tried again. And again. “’Ello?” A sleepy, annoyed voice sounded in her ear. She let out the breath she’d been holding. “Sarah! It’s Kyra, on night shift. Hey, listen, I’ve accidentally locked myself in dry storage. Can you come down and let me out?” Kyra asked, hope evident in her tone. “Kyra?” Sarah asked. “W-what?” “I’m locked in dry storage. It’s a funny story, really,” Kyra giggled. “But I’m locked in. You’re the only other key-holder. I hate to ask this, but I’m going to be done with inventory in an hour and I’d really love to sleep in my own bed tonight.” “I’ll get you in the morning,” Sarah mumbled. Then the phone went dead. Kyra stared at it in disbelief. True, she had woken the girl up at one in the morning, but it was kind of an emergency. She wouldn’t have left Sarah hanging, if the roles had been reversed. She tugged at the door again as if it would budge out of her sheer will. It didn’t. Kyra’s bladder chose that moment to send her another signal and she cursed under her breath. She’d forgotten to visit the bathroom and now she was trapped with no way out. Her heart began to beat faster as she realized she was about to have a bigger problem than just sleeping on the gross, hard floor. She hit that call button again, hoping against hope Sarah would pick up one more time. “What!” Sarah practically yelled into the phone. Kyra cringed and made a face. “Sarah, it’s Kyra. Please, you don’t understand,” she began plaintively. “I can’t get out, and, well, I’m going to need to use the restroom at some point.” “I have to be there in…” Sarah trailed off and Kyra could hear her bedsheets rustling in the background. “…four hours. You can wait.” “I can’t wait four hours!” Kyra protested, but Sarah had already hung up again. Kyra flipped off her phone and growled in frustration. Sarah had always been a bit of a bitch, but Kyra didn’t think she’d be this heartless. “This is fine,” she whispered to herself. “I’ll be okay, I can hold it.” Her notebook still in hand, she figured she may as well start on the inventory and see how long she could occupy herself with that. She started on the east wall, as she always did, with the bread products. It failed to keep her mind off the fact that she had no access to a bathroom. Once she’d come to the realization, she’d been able to think of little else. Ever the pragmatist, she scanned the enclosed space for anything she might be able to use as a toilet. But there wasn’t even a single to-go cup in sight, ever since they’d started storing those extras in the passthrough. Kyra didn’t let the panic slow her down and kept at it, eventually finishing the worksheet in a little over an hour. In that time, she held out hope that Sarah would come to her rescue. After three hours had passed, though, hope dwindled and left the building for good. Kyra sat on the floor, her pink plaid button-up shirt undone and exposing the white tank underneath. Wisps of light brown hair fell out of her ponytail haphazardly and her jeans were splattered with ranch dressing and barbecue sauce from the busy night she’d had. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, phone in hand, debating whether to try Sarah again. She wasn’t able to ignore the pressure in her bladder anymore and started to panic. With each deep breath she took, she felt the urgency grow. She hit the call button one more time, but nobody answered. Sarah must have turned her ringer off. Kyra brought her hand up and buried her face in it for a minute. How did she even end up in this situation in the first place? She would put in a work order to fix that door immediately upon her release, after a much-needed trip to the restroom, of course. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, her hands clenched at her sides. She noticed her lower abdomen protruding out further than usual and she rested a hand very lightly over her jeans, feeling how tight they stretched across her distended tummy. “Mmph,” she whined aloud. Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. All she wanted to do was find a place she could relieve herself. Her need seemed to grow exponentially with each passing minute and she checked her watch, noting that it had been ten hours since she’d emptied her bladder. She bounced her leg on top of the other one and slipped her hands in between them. It wasn’t long before her hands made their way up into her crotch. She kept them there as she wriggled and moaned softly. Leaping up in desperation, she crossed one foot over the other and bent forward, hands rubbing at herself. She unbuttoned her jeans to give her over-stretched bladder some relief. It helped, but only for a split second. She backed up to a stack of boxes that sat about waist height and used the corner of one of them to sit on and create enough pressure to help her hold her bladder. She squeezed her eyes shut, moisture forming underneath her lashes. Her muscles shook with the effort of keeping the flood back and fatigue set in. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, yet it would still be a half an hour before Sarah would show up. She yelled at the top of her lungs in frustration, but there was nobody there to hear her cries. Twisting herself like a pretzel, Kyra prayed to a god she didn’t believe in for the strength to hang on. The first leak dampened her panties before she could fully comprehend what was happening. She felt for a wet spot, but her pants had stayed dry. She ran in place, trying her hardest to keep the rest in. Her bladder ached for release and leaking hadn’t helped. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, her whole body in exaggerated motion. Suddenly, her hands felt wet and pee poured out around them, her tired muscles having given up entirely. It dripped down her legs and darkened her jeans in its wake. Her thighs glistened under the fluorescent lights as the piss gushed out in rivulets. She put her head down in shame and finished peeing quietly, watching the pale liquid circle the drain in the floor before disappearing. Her shoulders sagged, exhausted from the effort she’d just expended trying to keep it all in, an expression of sheer bliss on her face. Kyra stood there in shock for several minutes after she’d finished, chest heaving and red splashed across her cheeks. Her jeans felt heavy and she slid down to sit on the floor, legs still shaking. A rattling noise from the other side of the door startled her. She looked up in panic just as Sarah shoved the door open. “So much for dry storage,” she quipped as she held out a hand to Kyra. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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    So you may have a few of the component parts of these, but basically each of them is a compilation of old Zeus(?) wetting and wetting shorts organized by actress. They have wetting (schoolgirls, nurses, office ladies the usual Japanese omorashi porn tropes), and a number of wetting and peeing scenes (where the girls pee on the floor on crouching on a desk after a wetting). So now you can learn your favourite actresses names! Like I said, some components of these have been posted before but there are some gems sprinkled throughout and the collections are thorough, ranging from 15 to 30 minutes. These have all been collected from Fc2, and to the best of my knowledge all of them are here. If any are missing, please post them! Enjoy. Rach
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