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  1. I sat on my boyfriends lap, in my leather panties and desperate to pee. He rubs my pussy through my panties and presses on my full bladder, teasing me. As we make out i moan and lose control. Pee pumps out of me as i flood my panties, soaking my boyfriends lap as he rubs my peeing crotch. The sound of pee splashing onto the cement almost encouraged us to continue. He pulls my panties away from my pussy briefly so my stream makes a loud hissing noise as I let it all go onto his hardened cock. When I’m finally finished peeing, My boyfriend are I are soaked with my pee as we continue to make out and rub each other. I just couldn’t keep my hands off his cock as it was drenched in the warmth I had just released. This was one of the hottest moments and we thought we’d share it.
    5 points
  2. I always thought my bladder was too strong to really enjoy this fetish. I would hold and after a while I just got kidney pain and needed to stop. Even with the rapid desperation technique that ended up happening often. But I just did this insane tease on milovana that has you drink water regularly the whole time and do multiple holds that last hours. That made me discover the effect multiple holds and wettings have on the bladder. My bladder just got weaker and weaker to the point where I could lose control sitting down and laying down. I've always found it hard to even purposefully pee sitting down and I've NEVER been able to pee laying down, but there I was losing control in bed. I couldn't believe it. My muscles had lost so much strength it felt like I was reflexively pushing the pee out after I got desperate enough. I'm so happy I figured out the secret: rapid desperation technique, and keep going after wetting once! I don't know why I didn't try this sooner. Over the first 24 hours I lost control SEVEN times and my bladder muscles were shot. I'm glad I had a diaper to wear to bed. Now I need to let my body recover from this torture and do it again sometime.
    5 points
  3. Here you go! I hope you like it : ) ( As I am not much into ABDL I chose regular omorashi...) Well , I did the best I could remembering it. I hope you like it ! ( Also the idea of the paper bag was too much fun not to try hahahha)
    4 points
  4. Version 1.0.0

    723 downloads

    Eve is a lovely woman who likes to pee and poo in her pants and anywhere else. She is very wet in this video and she enjoys wetting her jeans.
    Free
    4 points
  5. Version 1.0.0

    1,393 downloads

    I just found this video of a beautiful girl wetting her white shorts sideways while laying on the couch. ⚠️Full nudity at the end⚠️ Enjoy!
    Free
    3 points
  6. This is henious. Apart from the fact that they could have suffered badly from the drug, forcing them to do that, especially at a vunerable and nerve wracking interview is asking for trauma later. I hope he is jailed. Sick man.
    3 points
  7. Hi everyone! I've been wanting to compile a list of all of the pee related Milovana teases that I've stumbled upon either through our awesome community content creators, or through looking for the teases on their own! Below will be a list of all of the teases found that relate to pretty much all holding/wetting tasks, games, stories and so on! The Rapid Desperation Pee Challenge Extreme Desperation Pee Challenge Pee Surprise The Edge of Holding Pee Holding Challenge Holding Task Generator Pee Holding Adventure: London Pee Holding Adventure: The Party Choose Your Bladder Torture Get to the Bathroom in Time! Halloween Themed Bladder Tease Halloween Bladder Filling Adventure Part 2 Halloween Bladder Filler Part 3 Airplane Pee Desperation Holding and Wetting Pee Games If you have any teases of your own that you've created and would like up here, please post it below or send me a link to add it into the post! And do tell your stories! It would be amazing to hear all the awesome stories that come out of these teases 🙂 most if not all of the teases made are by members of our awesome website, so make sure you support them!
    2 points
  8. Vyola

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    "That was worth 25 gold coins to you, was it?" Vyola asks. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess."
    2 points
  9. Page 2

    From the album: interactive Manga

    Next pagie. I'll try to take your critique and feedback to make it more smooth for you - feel free to tell me what you think where i can make it better! She fastly take her keys and put it into her bag and took a donut and a woterbottle to go. She run as fast she could to the bus station it was a good choice only to grab something for breakfast and hurry up to the bus. She go into the bus on and breath like she runed a marathon. She look for a seat and let her fall down She was out of breath from hurry up and it really makes her thirsty she take out her bottle and drink from it. The bus arrived and she see her friends. Anabel has 10 minutes left before the class starts and she also feel a need to go what should she do? a) go to the friends, she can go after class b) go now and speak with your friends after class c) other?
    2 points
  10. I’ve been reading a lot of posts, and comments on posts, as one does, and I’m just blown away by the kindness on this forum. I have not seen any demanding or demeaning behavior- only the contrary. Everyone has been incredibly gracious, kind, thankful, and friendly. I really appreciate a community that acts thoughtfully. Honestly its awesome to see. Thank you all for making it happen.
    2 points
  11. I found these two videos on pornhub(Spanish). I find them quite enjoyable! not sure if they've been posted before. In the first, a woman wearing leggings sits on a guys lap and pees, then they have sex. There is nudity. https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d98c7fc5b346 In the second, a man and woman have sex standing up, then she pees during it. Great camera angle! Close up nudity. https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d82488eccb4a
    2 points
  12. Once again an amazing video to be found on pornhub. Naked girl, pee holding (and failing) while getting instructions via her headset. To me this is clearly a 10 out of 10 But see for yourselves
    2 points
  13. During the time their mothers discovered they could start to be pee buddys. The two girls was walking in a small wooded area talking. Before they left Jenny´s house. They washed of the pee and changed clothes. Jenny was wearing a white skirt, blue t-shirt and white panties. And Sara also in in a skirt but it was blue. She choosed a green t-shirt and light blue panties. They both thought it would be better to talk in private so a walk was a good excuse. - So how do you feel about us? I mean we went from friends to a couple fairly quickly. Jenny asked. - Well even if we became a couple quickly. It just feels right. That´s why I never stopped you when you started to touch me. I was surprised of course. But it just feelt like it was the right thing to do. I love to be with you. - Aw so sweet. Thanks. I can do nothing but agree. When we showered together it was like a dream and I just couldn´t stop myself. I needed to touch you. So I took the risk of losing you as my friend. - Well that risk wasn´t that big. Even if I didn´t like your touch. I would never end our friendship because of that. Jenny smiled and leent in to kiss her lover. They kissed and Jenny´s hand search it´s way up Sara´s leg. All the way up to her panties. One finger went inside her panties before the hand went back down her leg. - Later we will go all the way. But now is not the right time or place for it. Jenny said teasing her lover. - I´m looking forward to it. Sara replayed with a big smile. - So am I. And speaking of something completely different. What do you think our mothers say to each other now when you wet yourself on purpose in front of her? - Well it was just my bikini. And she looked like she wasn´t mad about it at all. So I think it will be okay. But the will probably talk about how you and your mum started. Well how your mum started at least. - Yeah I think your right. But I think my mum can explain it in a good way for your mum. - It´s funny that the three of us started to do this. All because we wet our beds and then shared a shower. Where we touched each other and also peed. The best shower in my life. And also the one that changed it. From now on I will always pee through my bikini when I wear it and I can get away with it. And I will never hesitate to pee in the shower when we take one together. - I can almost promise that I will always pee in the shower when we share one. And if I see you are peeing. You will feel my hand between your legs from time to time. - Stop it. You make me wet just thinking about it. Sara said and laughed. - Wow. I´m looking forward to feel that and to make you cum. But now all this talk about pee has made me have to go. - Me too. Fortunately we are in the woods so we can just go a bit of the trail and squat. - I´m not bothering with that. I will just stand here and pee. No one can see us. - So you are going to wet your panties? Sara asked a bit shocked. - Yeah. Why not? It´s not that big of a differens from bikini panties. Except the material. - And it´s normal clothes you are wetting. - I don´t care. I want to do it and it´s summer. They will be dry soon anyway. - Okay you convinced me. Just because I want to try it as well now. - Haha I think you wanted to try it as soon I said it, if not before. - Maybe. Sara said and started to laugh. - And now let us try it and see if we like it just as much as going through our bikinis. - So part your legs a bit and just let it go? - No I will just stand like we did while talking. It will probably go down our legs a lot. But I like that feeling so it will just make it better. - Sounds good. Sara said and smiled. Seconds later Jenny could feel her panties started to get wet when her pee started to come out. Sara started short after her. Both started to feel the warm feeling go down their legs. This was great. Even better then pee through their bikinis. Probably because this was more naughty. You should not wet your panties and like it in most people´s eyes. Just when the girls started to let it go so their streams was easily seen going down their legs. What feelt like out of nowhere a girl in I green summer dress came walking. The girl looked like she was around Jenny and Saras age but it was hard to tell. She was a brunette and shoulder length hair. Both Sara and Jenny feelt embarrassed to be standing there and wet themselves. The girl can´t miss what they are doing. And that was confirmed almost instantly. When the girl was beside them, she stopped and looked at the girls legs. Where their pee was still going down. The only thing Jenny and Sara could do was to look at each other then at the girl and smile. Trying to make it less embarrassing. The girl smiled back. - Oh so this is the place where you should pee. The girl said. Sara looked confused at Jenny, who was just as confused. When they heard the girl say ahh. Both girls looked down the other girl´s legs and saw pee going down them. For the next half minute the three girls stood there peeing down their legs without saying a word. When they were done, Jenny felt she had to say something. - Okay this was a surprise. Why did you wet yourself? - Why did you wet yourself´s? Was it a accident? I thought if I did it too. It wouldn´t be so embarrassing for you two. - It was really nice of you to do that. And it was embarrassing. Because well it will probably not get worse if I tell you it wasn't ́t a accident. We just needed to go and just let it out. - Oh I see. Well I can tell you that I don´t think that is weird at all. In fact I wet myself on purpose a lot during the summer. - Wow. You do? How long have you been doing it? Sara asked. - Well it was about three years ago I started to do it a lot. I was sitting outside and needed to pee. But I didn´t want do go indoors just for that. So I figured what the heck. And just wet myself sitting there. And the feeling was great so I continued to do it when I feelt the need again. Sara told the girl how they began to wet themselves and they liked it so they had to try it in theirs panties as well. - Wow what a nice way to start wetting. And you have something really nice to look forward to. When you do it in pants. That´s so nice. The warmth stays for longer that way. - You pee yourself in pants? That´s so cool. Jenny said. - Yeah I do. I just go in everything I want. Oh and by the way I´m Lisa. - So cool. And I´m Jenny and that is my girlfriend Sara. - Aw you are a couple. Thats cute. I would love to talk more with you girls. But I have to go home. I have something to do that can´t wait. - Oh okay. Do you live nearby? - Yes I do. I live a couple of kilometers away from here. - Thats great. Then we can meet some other time. - I would love that. Lisa said and gave the girls her phone number. They said goodbye and waved at each other while Lisa started jogging home. - That was so hot. A stranger started to wet herself beside us. And it turned out she liked it too. It was just like a dream. It didn´t feel real. Sara said. - Well we found a new friend and someone we can wet ourselves in front of without shame. But now I think it´s time for us to walk back home as well. And so the girls started to go back home while they talked about Lisa and that she wet herself in pants. Back at Jenny´s house Linda and Erika was waiting for them. Both girls had changed back to bikinis and was now sitting at the table with their moms. - So how was the walk? Linda asked. - It was great. The woods is a relaxing place to walk around in. Jenny said and blinked discreetly at Sara. - That´s good. And now you can sit here with us and have a great time. - Well the woods was great too. Sara said and couldn't help but laugh a little. - What´s so funny? Linda asked. - It´s a secret. Jenny said. And started to laugh with Sara. - Okay then. We won´t say what we have talked about then. Linda said and smiled at Erika. - I will not say what we talked about but I will show you. Erika said and gave a bigger smile. Jenny and Sara looked at each other and for the second time today they became first confused, then surprised when the heard a hissing sound. Both Sara and Jenny looked down under ta table and saw Erika was peeing through her bikini. - Oh yes. I started to wet my bikini as well, while you were out in the woods. Erika said happily. - Mom that´s great. Now you know how nice it feels to just let it go. Sara said. - And now when everyone here is open with it. I will not hold it any longer. Linda said and started to pee too. Sara and Jenny laughed and started to pee as well. This was the best day in their lives so far.
    2 points
  14. I cannot condone this, it is good for fantasy , but we all must draw a line between fantasy and reality.
    2 points
  15. Warning: Following story contains light messing I have to admit, I'm usually much more of a fall gal. I can't stand the heat most of the time, I'm super prone to sweating, and I'm not too confident in my body so my favourite outfits tend to involve lots of sweaters. Overall I'm really happy to see it finally getting colder, but there is one thing I'll miss about the summer months and that's my favourite summer pastime of wetting myself in public. Like I said, I'm not one for heat. So my favourite non wetting summer pastime is to park myself under a tree a read all day. Luckily for me, the two go together perfectly. This last summer, every day I could I would head to the beach with a book to read and a 1l bottle full of water (they had fountains so I could fill up whenever I needed). I would usually wear something something black over my bottom half to hide the wetness. One of my favourites was a black skirt that was super light and went all the way to my ankles. When I got to the beach I'd find a nice tree to sit under, I'd take out book to read and sip on my water as I did so. From there it was simple, whenever I felt the need to pee I could just let it flow without hesitation. It felt so relaxing to be able to just go in my panties whenever I wanted, I never had to get up or stop reading. It also felt really naughty, I was enjoying myself in public without anyone noticing. I always felt like I was getting away with something, which I guess I kinda was. And if I ever wanted to get up to get an ice cream or something I could. The black clothing made it really hard to notice, and even if someone did who cares? There were a million other people on the beach. One time though I was feeling especially adventurous. One day I was sitting under my tree, reading my book like usual. I had already wet myself that morning but I started to feel another need growing. Usually when I have to poo I'll find a bathroom somewhere, but I was at a really interesting part and I didn't want the discomfort of holding it. So I leaned back in such a way that my butt was off the ground but it wasn't noticeable to people walking by and started to push. It wasn't long before my panties started to fill up and the feeling was amazing. I was messing myself as people walked by with no idea what I was doing.
    2 points
  16. Mmmm~ Sometimes it's just the best to just potty your pants when you're tired~ ^w^
    2 points
  17. “Where are you going?” Alisha asks Sosha, upon encountering her in the hallway. “To the toilet,” Sosha answers, a bit apprehensive. Alisha can’t help but smile, knowing she is about to have some fun, as she tells Sosha, “I don’t think so.” And thus, the stage is set for this scene; Alisha is standing in front of the bathroom door, physically blocking access to Sosha, who is clearly desperate to pee. As the video progresses, Sosha pleads with Alisha to go to the bathroom, but, intent on stopping her, Alisha concocts a story about how the cat is using the bathroom and needs its privacy. Despite doing her best to get into the bathroom, Alisha manages to hold her ground and prevent Sosha from getting past. Ultimately, Sosha ends up wetting her pants. She completely soaks her pants as she pees them, with Alisha gleefully watching. Only after Sosha has wet her pants does Alisha reveal that the cat isn’t even in the bathroom, and there was no reason Sosha couldn’t have gone the entire time.
    2 points
  18. Biku's art

    I'll be posting single images in this thread. I'll begin with this one. You like Samus, right?
    1 point
  19. Version 1.0.0

    12,885 downloads

    Plot Outline While enjoying a field trip, five ordinary students suddenly find themselves stranded in an unfamiliar world. But it soon turns out that they might not be quite as ordinary as they thought! You play as Reguma, schoolboy and RPG expert, as he leads his four cute schoolgirl classmates through a grand adventure in a fantastical realm, battling against demon hoards and fulfilling an ancient prophecy. But facing long treks, exhausting fights and sticky situations, will these girls be able to keep their underwear dry? Summary This is an English translation of the full version of Ao Kurage's wonderful RPG もじクエ (MojiQue) into English. The project was officially completed on the 10th of September, 2020 with the help of many contributors and supporters! The GitHub page for the translation can be found here. Please find the original Japanese version here. Uncensor Patch Here's an optional uncensor patch for the bath scene: https://mega.nz/file/xYNkUSbR#HPIP30eeDhjYdraOviQuJxg-41FYs2KSs-fKSFlMaEk Drag the Graphics folder into the root of the game directory, overwriting all files. A rencensor patch (for reverting the uncensor patch) is available here: https://mega.nz/file/JcMTkAKK#1xB6OxbeacrIM-oYC2Wp_XW3K2mYKwLdE9rSM1inqvc Discussion Thread My Game Won't Work! PLEASE READ. You may see an error like this: If so, please follow the instructions below to allow Japanese games to be supported on a non-Japanese Windows PC. Not following these steps is the cause of many error messages encountered when trying to play this game. Navigate to the Control Panel and go to the Clock and Region section Click on the Region link Switch to the Administrative tab Click on Change system locale... Open the Current system locale drop down and select Japanese (Japan) Click OK on the open dialogs, then restart your system There has also been plenty of discussion around technical issues in this file's comments section already, so please search around before asking. Survey: Feedback and Issues Please let me know at the following link if you have found any problems with the translated dialogue in the full version of the game. https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/FZP6TKX
    Free
    1 point
  20. Posting this is kind of really embarrassing so please be kind I ended up going a lot this time ;0;!
    1 point
  21. I know it's a bit strange question, but what would you do, if you have to use a bathroom, but doing that would possibly make you miss a bus, a plane or an appointment? You think you can make it there if everything goes well, but it's still a risk involved and possible wetting accident if everything doesn't go as planned? Would you take a risk or not and rather arrive late, miss an appointment, etc? Using a bathroom at home or in the office usually takes only a minute or two and that's really not a problem, but when you're not at home and have to look for a public bathroom, it can take a while. I have this problem sometimes, because I have to pee so often and can't hold it long, but other people just don't always understand that and usually say "you can wait" or something similar and are upset if I don't agree and obey.
    1 point
  22. I actually had forgotten about this incident, until I was reminded yesterday when I was at work and really had to pee. I made it yesterday, I have a fairly serious job. However, when I was a freshman in college, I wasn't so lucky. During my freshman year of college, I worked at a fast food restaurant. On this particular night I was assigned to be the order taker in the drive thru. The work area for this is all the way in the back corner of the building. I was pretty secluded over there. It was around dinner time, so we were pretty busy. I had to pee so bad, but people just kept coming. The only lucky thing about this situation was the part that our uniform had to be black pants. That's the only thing that saved me. From the time the rush started until it finally died down, I was stuck in my corner for about 2 hours. I did everything I could to not pee myself. I had my legs crossed, and just pivoted when I had to take money from the people at the window. Ugh, I was so desperate to go. My legs were starting to hurt from being crossed like that for so long. I knew if I moved them though, it would be the end. It was getting extremely hard to focus on doing my job. I could literally feel the urine at the end of my urethra, just begging to come out. I finally made a mistake that caused me to lose it. I had dropped a dime on the ground. I had to pick it up, and give the customer their change. This caused me to come out of my leg-crossed formation. Immediately after I did that, the dam broke wide open. It wasn't a slow trickle, or a leak. It was a full on roaring rapids. I did absolutely everything I could in that moment stop it. I have no idea if the person outside of the window could see me. As much as I was in panic, I was also so relieved. I ended up continuing what I was doing while I was still peeing myself. I'm not sure how long I was going for, but pee was everywhere. Down my pants, in my shoes, and a puddle on the ground. The only thing I could think to do would be to grab paper towels to soak up the puddle on the ground, and leave the window cracked so at least the breeze would keep the smell of urine out. After the rush died down, I asked my manager to cover me while I went to the bathroom. He had a crush on me, and I can't say we didn't fool around at work while nobody was looking. From what I could tell, he didn't notice anything. I went to the bathroom to try and clean myself up. It was an interesting night to say the least.
    1 point
  23. So I've read on here a couple of times about people doing this. To be honest I was a little skeptical on how well it actually worked. It's Sunday which means a fairly leisurely day. Watching football, and catching up on chores. I had decided that I wanted to try the rapid desperation. I like getting desperate. The pressure on my bladder is just a big turn on for me. Anyway, I started around 12pm. I began drinking normal sized cups of water. 8oz or so. I don't like chugging a whole bunch of water at once. It makes me feel sick. I drank a glass of water every 15 minutes or so for about an hour. During this time, I made sure to go to the bathroom as soon as I felt just a hint of needing to pee. I was going pee every 10 minutes or so. I finally started doing it where everytime I went pee, I drank more water. So about every 10 minutes, I was going pee and then drinking another glass of water. After that, it seemed like every few minutes I was peeing, and drinking more water. Around 3:30pm is when I cut myself off. I quit going to the bathroom. I wanted to try and wait until the end of the Green Bay and LA game to let myself go, which they had another half to play. I attempted to keep drinking water every 15 minutes or so, but just after the first 15 minutes of holding, I instantly got desperate. I'm holding myself, squirming, and pacing around my apartment. It was no match. About 30 minutes after I cut myself off, I started pissing myself. I ran to my shower as pee started running down my legs. It felt amazing to let it all go. About 10 minutes after losing it, I had to pee really bad again. I ran back to my shower, and let it go again. This happened about two more times, before I resorted to just using the bathroom normally. All in all in about an hour's time, I pissed myself four times. Each time I got insanely desperate. The pee was completely clear, and the relief felt so good. Here's a photo from the aftermath.
    1 point
  24. View File JEANS WET 3 TIMES BY EVE Eve is a lovely woman who likes to pee and poo in her pants and anywhere else. She is very wet in this video and she enjoys wetting her jeans. Submitter wetbandit Submitted 11/08/2019 Category Peeing
    1 point
  25. Hello everyone! This is a story from the other day, that I wanted to post but had already posted that day. This isn't a wetting story but I have a couple of those ill post soon. Anyway, our boiler is a complete pain, I've made my bed into a cocoon of blankets, clothes and study materials seeing as it's always so cold. On this fateful Eve I was in warm comfy clothes lying in bed, with my headphones in talking to homeanddry, when A, my housemate, knocked the door. HaD heard her when I didn't, so I told her to come in quick. She said she was going for a shower did I need the bathroom. I said 'no, no' so off she went. But then I realised I really did have to pee and had been holding for a while, and literally had been complaining the entire time to HaD!! Uh oh.... After 10 minutes I heard the shower turn on, and my bladder was really pulsating now, I had tears in my eyes. I tried not to acknowledge this thought, but I have a plastic bin with a lid by my bed as I get ill from some medication I take sometimes. As time passed and I was sat rocking on the edge of the bed I pulled the bin towards me. It scraped along the floor and I was worried it was too loud. I thought about it but my brain told me I couldn't. I waited and fought and crossed my legs hard, but I could feel my bladder about to give out. I shakily removed the lid off the bin, pulled down my sweatpants and panties and positioned myself over the bin. I could hear my housemate was still in the shower so I hoped she couldn't hear, took a deep breath, and let go. It hissed out of me splattering the empty plastic of the bin but became quite a loud obvious sound once it was liquid hitting liquid. I peed for ages with my breath held, balancing and shaking. When I was done my legs were a bit dead so I nearly knocked over the bin trying to stand up! I looked in the bin and I must have peed over a litre but not quite a litre and a half. When A was out of the shower I snuck in and washed out my bin!! Hope you enjoyed it EQ x
    1 point
  26. It’s almost my birthday! So you bet your ass I’m going to be filming a video! Where is your ideal place to see a video filmed??? drop your ideas below in the comments 😍 Birthday hold will happen! here’s a selfie and a picture of my wet pants 😉 my birthday is on the 11th btw
    1 point
  27. Hi all, I recently saved this video from who knows where, then I accidentally deleted a whole folder full of videos and have been trying to get back the ones I remember. I don't know who the model is or anything and all I have to go off of is the title and the thumbnail 😞 Anyone have this one or have any idea who this is? Thanks.
    1 point
  28. Hello and welcome. 😀
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  29. Try VK. She used to be on Wet Fans vidoe list. But VK took down his page. Just hop around from one VK profile to the next. I'm sure you will find her.
    1 point
  30. Version 1.0.0

    1,894 downloads

    Omutsu Club vol.32
    Free
    1 point
  31. Skipping morning pee again. Nothing big, just want to have some fun until I'm back home. Now I'm going to get a haircut, then (in about 2 hours), to the dentist. After I'm done there, I'll drink 2 or 3 cups of water (regular cooler cups) and take a subway home. If anyone has any suggestions how I can make it harder, feel free to share.
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  32. From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    She knew she'd held it too long - too busy studying to get up and use the toilet - and that was about to bite back. Charlie bolted up the stairs, handrail in one hand and herself in the other, leaping two steps at a time. There was no time to lose before she, well, lost. Her bladder felt like fire as she slammed into the door, knocking hard enough to shoot a warm spurt into her underwear. Hot shame clinging to her body, Charlie clasps the door handle, twists and pushes - but the door doesn't budge. "Hey! I'm in here!" The voice of her room-mate comes from inside - Charlies heart sinks through her stomach pressing harder on her bladder. Sure the saying is figurative, but the pressure is very real. "H-how long will you be!" Charlie shouts, pressing her face into the door and bending over double, feeling herself beginning to leak. A warmth blossoms over her nethers, slowly spreading over her groin and toward her backside. With a prolonged moan and a lot of effort, she manages to stop the leak. She can feel a damp patch in her jeans, roughly the size of her palms. The thud of a drip hitting the ground makes her blush red in shame. "Calm down would you?" Comes the voice from inside. "I'm just about done." "NNaaaaaaahh!" Charlie shouts back. She's not quite sure what she meant by this. The door opens suddenly and Charlie falls through, headbutting her room-mate in the tits. "Hey, be careful would you?" Her room mate says, barely having time to respond as Charlie pushes her out the way. She's too stunned to realise the wet hand-prints Charlie's left on her shoulder. "GottaPeeGottaPeeGottaPee - Get out!" Charlie shouts, hopping on the spot. She's losing control again as warmth begins to spread over her groin once more. Her Room-mate notices the damp patch growing underneath Charlie's hand and decides not to question her. She backs out the doorway. With the pressure from her bladder mounting and mounting - growing and growing - Charlie is too pre-occupied with her hands to shut the door with them. She spins on the spot and slaps it shut with her backside, splattering a few drops onto the tiled floor as she does. Now what? Pants. Down. Charlie tries to unbuckle her fly, but the second she takes her hand from between her legs she realises her mistake. The warm trickle begins to pulsate in stronger bursts, one hot spurt after the other, not even stopping as she holds them back. She can feel streams running down her thighs under the denim - down her calves even, soaking into the tops of her socks. Far too frantic and far too leaky to undo her fly, Charlie makes one last attempt to get her jeans down - she clasps them by the waistband and pulls - but the exerted effort is too much - the rhythmic spurts end and make way for a steady stream, pouring straight through her underwear. Sweating and panting, Charlie pulls harder and harder at her waistband - but each pull is met with nought more than a harder spurt - by now the wet stain down the front of her legs is halfway down her thighs. The pressure is growing more and more. The hits of relief from every spurt are growing too strong to ignore. The warmth down her legs is almost bliss in comparison to the hot pain welled up inside her. One last attempt to pull the jeans down causes her to slip ever so slightly. Charlie slaps one hand against the door to keep balance - but the distraction is too much. Charlie's no longer in control. Heat bursts down Charlie's thighs as any resistance she had left in her is lost - her bladder has won, it's prize is a powerful wave of relief. Charlie's bladder practically sprays its contents into her underwear with a hiss, echoing around the small room, inter-cut with splashes as fresh pee hits the tiled floor. Her head is pushed back against the door and her eyes clamped shut as she moans in relief - the once unwavering pain of her bladder has gone - now Charlie only feels intense relief, as well as the warmth now coating her legs. Her thighs are soaked. Her calves are soaked. Her feet are soaked. As the flood begins to falter, Charlie begins to realise just what's happened, pee still pouring from the soaked denim, pooling by her feet and running between the tiles toward the....toilet. The toilet in front of her, barely three-feet away. She was so close, and yet...
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  33. Genie wets himself

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    Can you draw something with the animated version of Genie from Disney's Aladdin (don't judge me) if you are ok with males that are mythical creatures? I prefer ABDL but if not you can do regular omorashi. Sorry for not being specific, it's just that I'm ok with any scenario.
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  34. (Nude)Holding my Pee with a Friend's help until Multiple Wettings View File Naked girl is holding, getting instructions via headset and pees in different ways Submitter Zayralius Submitted 11/08/2019 Category Peeing
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  35. I really wonder why people upload videos and then hide them behind a "send X a friend request"-wall.
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  36. https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/138771/paris-love-kink/Cat0-AllCategories/Page1/SortBy-bestmatch/Limit10/search/FEMALE-DESPERATION
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  37. I call this a "Roast and Boast."
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  38. Firstly, Happy early Birthday. Depending on where and how long you are going to be out, when you come back home, Chang out of your party clothes and put on some nice lingerie, or negligee. Turn the lights down, maybe have another glass of wine and let nature takes its course. Hold as long as possible, and when it happens, enjoy the flood. Again have a very Happy Birthday!!!!
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  39. I know the scream-laughing caused the wetting but it doesn't explain why she seems to have been holding so much for no apparent reason. She must have been bursting.
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  40. Long time lurker, first time poster! Please let me know what you think! - Elsie chewed her lower lip as she stared out of the window at the passing countryside. No matter how much she squirmed in her seat, no matter how much she pressed her hands against her skirt, there was no way to escape the fact she was on the verge of an accident. It had all started that morning when she’d rolled out of bed and immediately regretted it. Last night, she’d enjoyed a couple of beers with her friends at a concert and as a result, Elsie woke up with a pounding headache. Pausing, she sunk onto the edge of her bed to nurse her aching head; she wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. However, she couldn’t afford to miss the trip her class was taking to visit an out-of-town university- it was veering dangerously close towards the end of high school and she still had no idea where to apply. Rising, Elsie peeled off her sticky clothes from the night before and picked out a new outfit. It was only as she buttoned her skirt that she felt a sudden pang from her bladder that made her squirm where she stood. She stared longingly across the hallway at the glistening white toilet but thinking back to the gusher she’d released last night, knew she didn’t have time to take a good morning pee. The last wee she’d taken had been before leaving the concert and only because it was a long journey home. She’d hopped and danced in the long queue for the ladies toilets, pressing her thighs together in order to keep it in. When a stall opened up, she’d torn inside and slammed the door behind, hoisting her skirt up without a second to lose. Her stream had poured out of her, splattering against the inside of the toilet bowl, and she had moaned in relief. Elsie had tipped her head back, seeing stars in her vision, as she let out a long held wee into the toilet. She hadn’t even realised how badly she needed to go until she let it out; Elsie knew then that she had made the right decision, there was no way she could’ve made it home. It took her so long to finish that her friend started knocking on the door to ask if she was alright. They hadn’t stopped on the way home, Elsie insisting that she needed to get up in the morning, and she’d ignored the slight urge of the remaining beers settling in her bladder. She’d gotten off easy; her friend, who admitted that she’d hadn’t used the toilets at the venues because they were dirty, had needed to scoot to the edge of her seat and hover over a cup. When Elsie got home, she had collapsed into bed without so much as getting undressed. Now, she neglected to wee before leaving the house, knowing she was at risk of missing the coach if she did. Instead, she slipped out the door and walked the short distance to her school, feeling the odd feeling of a full but not desperate bladder. The coach made no rest stops on the way to the university and once they got there, Elsie was reluctant to ask anybody where the toilets were. In her wee-addled brain, she worried that they might not even let her use them, (in hindsight, she knew this was crazy). Additionally, she was thirsty from her night of drinking and kept sipping from her water bottle, filling up her bladder even more. By the end of the first talk, Elsie had no choice but to keep her legs crossed at all times in order to hold it in. By the end of the morning, she was regularly bobbing up and down, squirming when she thought nobody was looking at her. By the time they’d finished lunch and were filing back into the lecture room for another talk, Elsie would reach down and grip her crotch when she thought nobody was looking. And the weird thing was, the more desperate she got, the more determined she was to just hold onto it until she got home and wee in her own toilet. Pure stubbornness was the only thing that kept her from following her classmates into the bathrooms before they got back on the coach; instead, Elsie made an effort to stand as naturally as she could and pretend she didn’t need to go. Sitting on the coach now, Elsie was regretting her decision. She’d never been so bursting for a wee in her entire life and now, there were no opportunities for relief between now and home. It had been made clear before they left that there would be absolutely no stops on the way back; they were grown-ups now and should know to use the bathroom before they left. Elsie bounced urgently in her seat, gripping herself for dear life, and tried to thinking of anything other than the wee that was threatening to push its way out of her. She had already leaked twice onto her coach seat, leaving her knickers feeling warm and wet against her crotch. It was all she could do to keep it in until they got back to school and pray that the toilets wouldn’t be locked up for the day. “I’m bursting for a whiz,” announced the girl sitting in front of her and Elsie raised her gaze from her lap. It was a preppy, outspoken girl who had stood beside Elsie and checked her phone when everyone else had poured into the university toilets. Elsie couldn’t help but think that nobody could possibly be as bursting as her- she hadn’t had a single wee since last night and despite it all had managed to keep it in. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to find a position that would help her hold it in; instead, she felt her knickers grow wet and clenched as hard as she could to stop the flow. It was inevitable now, (her bladder had reached complete capacity), that she was going to wet herself in her coach seat. “It’s only five more minutes, can you hold it?” The preppy girl’s coachmate urged her. “I haven’t pissed since lunch!” The girl was squirming almost as much as Elsie but drawing much more attention due to her loud voice. Lunch? I haven’t pissed since last night, Elsie thought, and felt an odd sense of pride of how much she had held in. That managed to bring her back from the edge; she had held it this long, she could certainly hold it five more minutes. Even though her eyeballs were practically floating, she was so full. Even though she needed to wee, whiz, leak, go potty so badly that she felt she might lose it any second, she would hold it. With a newfound strength, Elsie clenched her urethra and held on. When the bus pulled to a stop outside their school, she was one of the first on her feet and flew down the aisle towards the doors. She rushed into the school, ignoring her friends calling after her, and dashed down the corridor to the nearest toilets. Pushing on the door, Elsie found it was locked. Her bladder pulsed in fear, her underwear growing wet and warm again as a leak spread through them. They were completely soaked, enough that a few drops fell from her underwear onto the floor. Grabbing her crotch, Elsie pounded down the corridor and up the stairs to the nearest toilets, hoping that these ones would be unlocked. Every second was critical now, her pee pushing hard against the floodgates and threatening to pour out. Thankfully, the upstairs toilets were still unlocked and Elsie nearly ran into a stall. However, she bumped directly into another girl, who turned and frowned at her. Immediately, it became clear what was happening; the other girls from the coach had figured the downstairs toilets would be locked so had come to these ones straightaway. As there were only four toilets and one was out of order, there was a queue of girls bursting from the coach journey home. A toilet flushed and a stall door flung open and Elsie immediately recognised the preppy girl who she’d seen on the coach; although she seemed to have made it, the dark stains covering her jeans suggested it had been a neat thing and a lot of her wee hadn’t reached the toilet. I Holding herself tightly, Elsie vocalised her need for the first time desperately, “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! Hurry up, I need a wee! I’m going to burst! I can’t hold it any longer!” Her desperate display earned some sympathy from the girl in front of her, who let her cut in, but Elsie was still two girls from the front and completely on the verge of wetting herself. It took absolutely everything she had not to wee on the bathroom floor as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, rubbing at her crotch desperately to keep her peehole closed. “Hurry up,” She urged as a stall opened up and the girl at the front of the line hurried in, “I’m gonna wee any second.” She couldn’t remember being this desperate in her entire life. She doubled over, holding her crotch tightly, at the rushing sound of the other girl pushing out her urine as quickly as possible. Another stall opened up; Elsie was now the front of the queue, bobbing desperately and losing the battle, as another leak ran down her leg before she could stop it. “You can make it!” urged the girl behind her, “Only a few more seconds!” “I gotta go so bad!” Elsie whined, “Oh god, I need a wee!” Finally, finally, another stall opened up and Elsie dashed inside. She barely managed to shut the door behind her with shaking hands, as removing her hands from her crotch meant she leaked immediately. She danced around as she slid the lock across and moaned loudly as she turned to face the toilet, desperately trying to wriggle out of her tights. Both her tights and panties were soaked with leaks and clung to her legs- as she struggled, she let out another leak and knew she was nearing the end. She’d never held a wee for so long in her entire life. “Oh, I need a wee! I need to go potty! Oh, god, help me!” Elsie murmured and perhaps through godly intervention, she managed to rip her tights and underwear down to her ankles. Hovering over the toilet seat, Elsie’s bladder finally released and wee poured into the toilet faster and louder than she’d ever seen before. The relief was like orgasm as her pee splattered against the toilet bowl and, due to her hovering and poor aim, against the the seat. Some splattered onto the floor of the stall. The velocity of the wee was incredible, much stronger than the wee she’d done at the concert, and Elsie couldn’t help moaning in relief as it streamed out of her. She could barely believe she’d managed to hold on for as long as she had. Her stream slowed down but as Elsie pushed down on her bladder, it spluttered and began pouring out of her again. Her bladder still felt so incredibly full despite the amount of wee she’d let out and it felt so satisfying to be so full of wee. The pee continued to blast out of her for another full minute before it began to slow down again. This time, Elsie just hovered above the toilet and released long spurts and streams of wee until she was sure her bladder was absolutely empty. It felt so good to be empty after holding it for so long that Elsie let out a final moan before she wiped herself, cleaned up her mess, and tossed her tights and underwear in the bin. As she stepped out of the stall, boldly commando under her skirt, Elsie found a crowd of girls waiting for her in awe. “That was amazing!” The girl who had been waiting behind her said, “I’ve never heard anything like it. It was like a torrent!” “You must have needed to go so badly!” said another girl, “I can’t imagine holding my wee in for that long!” “How long were you holding it?” Another girl asked. “Since last night,” Elsie replied, still feeling dazed from her amazing wee, “It felt so good. I’ve never been so bursting in my life!”
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    Something I found on VK. Cute black girl pisses her panties in a bathtub.
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  42. This. I don't live alone, but I am free to indulge my kinks all I want most of times. Though I don't. I did it a lot when such freedom was newly gained, but novelty wore off eventually, and years later I can tell that having holds alone kind of sucks. It's like playing basketball alone, you can throw ball into the basket all you want, but is it really fun? I would love to have more fun with it if I would have enthusiastic partner to join me.
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  43. You my friend, are a hero to us all. And anybody else who assists with this.
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  44. I've been wanting to wet myself while riding my bicycle for a couple years already now, and I finally took my opportunity. I bike to work most days; it's a 10km ride with a small forest right at the halfway point. I've been eyeing the forest for the past month or so, thinking it would be a prime wetting location. When biking, I wear loose capris in a black athletic fabric (super fast drying), a purple tank top, and flip flops. On Monday, I had to pee a little at the end of the day. I chose not to go before leaving, intending to wet myself in the forest. I was very excited (and quite aroused) as I did the first half of my ride (note:squirming on a bike seat provides some lovely stimulation). I knew I wouldn't be able to let go while riding, so soon after my arrival in the forest I stopped off to the side, balancing against a tree. I lifted off the seat a little, and tried to relax. I have no idea how long I sat there trying to pee, but nothing was coming and I was getting bitten by mosquitoes, so I decided to move on. I went almost to the end of the forest and pulled over against a tree again to try relaxing again. I managed to let out a little dribble, no more than a few drops. My panties were a bit damp, but there was no sign of a wet spot on my capris. The mosquitoes found me again and I decided to give up and head home. Wednesday, I planned things a little better. I had a 500 mL water bottle with me and drank it once every 1.5 hours for 2 times, then once every hour for 2 times, then every 30 minutes for 2 times. I peed a little throughout the day, because that was way too much water to hold all day. My last bathroom break was at 3, and I was heading out at 4:30. I filled up quickly; I was feeling squirmy and desperate and aroused for the last 90 minutes of my day. It was a beautiful feeling, I haven't held in months. During the first 5 km of my ride, I had medium-strength waves of desperation every so often; the kind that pulses pleasurably through me without any threat of losing control. That's my favourite stage of desperation (besides wetting of course). When I arrived at the forest, I stopped next to the same tree I had used for balance on Monday. I sat back on my seat so my urethra wasn't pressed against it, and relaxed my holding muscles (the best I could. I'm bad at doing that). One spurt came out, leaking through my panties and making the crotch of my capris a bit damp, about a golf ball sized spot. My muscles clenched up again, making it difficult to relax them at all. With a lot of effort, I managed to let out one more spurt, this time a little longer. I could feel a small trickle going down my left leg. I think I peed for about 2 seconds before I clenched up again. The mosquitoes were bothering me again, so I started off again, rubbing my wet crotch on the bicycle seat for some delicious friction. I was still feeling super desperate, so instead of relaxing as I rode, which I knew wouldn't work, I decided to push and see if I could get anything past the seemingly iron gates of my muscles. Sure enough, a small spurt came out, not much, just enough for me to be aware of it. With this new discovery, I pulled over next to another tree and half stood on my pedals, holding tight to the tree so I wouldn't fall over. I pushed as hard as I could, and out came a steady stream. It flowed down both of my legs, turning my pants bright and shiny, and dribbling over my feet and onto the ground. A very small puddle formed underneath me, soaking into the dirt. It took almost all my core strength, but I managed to release most of my bladder. I rode slowly to the end of the forest, wanting to make sure my feet weren't dripping anymore when I rode through the park on the other side. I'm not so interested in having people see my wetting adventures. I love the thrill of doing it where someone COULD see, but I don't want them to ACTUALLY see. Once I was past the people in the park, I decided to try pushing again, knowing that my bladder wasn't quite empty. It was just a small spurt, but there was something. I kept pushing occasionally as I rode, making sure I never wet enough for it to drip down off my feet. I didn't want to leave a trail when I was near people. My ride takes me over a pedestrian bridge over a busy highway. Very few people actually use the bridge, so I chose to stop in the middle and try to push out as much as possible. I was relaxed enough to let out a pretty significant stream. When it started dripping down and making a puddle, I stopped and took off. Looking behind me, I could see that I was leaving a small trail of drips along the path. My pants, however, hardly seemed wet to the eye, aside from the fact that they were clinging to my legs a little. A few minutes later, I was on my favourite part of the route, a long slow downhill on a quiet side street. I relaxed, intending to just dribble a bit. Surprisingly, a strong stream came out, making my pants shiny all the way down to my knees, and getting the bottom of my tank top wet in a half circle. I wasn't expecting it at all, but there was nobody around so it wasn't a problem. When I got home, I hung my clothes to dry and had a very...satisfying...shower.
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  45. If you haven’t seen my posts before, I have some very real bladder/incontinence issues. I’m also very shy about it so I go out of my way to not have to pee in public but it’s difficult with how often and suddenly I have to relieve myself. Anyway, today I got lunch with a friend, but I forgot to pee before leaving the restaurant which was a huge mistake. We went to the Cheesecake Factory and I had two cups of coffee with my cheesecake, and then my friend propose drinks so I had two whiskey sours. We walked around the shopping center awhile and my need sort of passed but then when we checked the metro schedule we realized we needed to leave immediately unless we wanted to be waiting 45 minutes for the next bus. It wasn’t until we got to the bus stop that I realized how much liquid was now pressing on my bladder and I started to get very nervous, which always makes me need to pee more. On top of everything, I don’t know this friend that well, and I’m still trying to get her to like me. I tried to stay still while we waited for the bus but I couldn’t help but shift my weight from foot to foot and squeeze my thighs together when the wave came. When the bus started to pull up, my friend startled me by grabbing my shoulder and pointing it out loudly and I started peeing for maybe 3 full seconds, but I was able to stop it. The bus ride was torture though, the seat felt like it was vibrating against my ass and pussy which felt good and bad in so many ways. I was getting aroused and afraid I might pee and I knew my cheeks were flushed but I tried to be cool and make conversation. The bus ride was almost 30 minutes and by halfway through I felt like I was about to start peeing any moment. I had my legs crossed as tightly as I could and was trying so hard not to grab my pussy in front of everyone. I finally told my friend I had to pee and that we needed to get off because I wasn’t gonna make it and we requested a stop. The stop was like 10 feet away while we waited for the light to turn green so we could get close enough but the minutes passed so slow. My friend and I stood by the back bus doors waiting for it to open while I crossed my legs and bobbed up and down, trying desperately to hold it in long enough to get off the bus and pull my pants down (I had accepted that peeing on the tree by the bus stop was the best this was getting). Finally we started to pull forward but it was too late. My body let go and I started peeing. It was a little at first and I grabbed my pussy with both hands in front of everyone to my mortification, but I just started peeing more and more as the bus came to a stop and the doors slowly opened. By the time I stepped off the bus I was peeing fully and I just stood there and let it happen.
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  47. There are many narrative voices a writer can use to create a story, and finding the right point of view for each individual piece of fiction can be vital. Many stories are told in a third person, a first person, or even a second person point of view - well, I tried to do it a little different this time, and I hope I got away with my idea. The next story is about a girl named Ella, told from a panties point of view; Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and public wetting. - - MY STORY - OR HOW I ENDED UP IN THE WASHING MACHINE - - The day had started like any other; there I was, comfortably lying in the center of Ella's underwear drawer with my fellow panties, right in between the summer socks and the push-up bra's. A few minutes ago, the sound of running water in the shower had awoken me, and I wondered how late it was; probably somewhere in the afternoon, because small bright rays of sunlight were shining through the cracks in the drawer front. Not that it truly surprised me; in the last couple of days, I had noticed that Ella had entirely skipped her usual routine of picking up a pair of fresh panties in the morning - maybe she was enjoying a summer break from school - just a guess. Anyway, we had yet to see her that day, but I knew that that was about to change, as I heard someone pushing the shower curtain aside. A few moments later, my assumptions were confirmed as I admired Ella opening the drawer, butt naked, wearing nothing but a towel that was draped around her long wavy chestnut hair. If you had been there, I'm sure that you would have agreed that the view was breathtaking; as the head of the school volleyball team, Ella had a stunning body. Ella's legs were smooth as butter, looking more fragile as they were in reality - only her muscular thighs revealed that she was quite the athletic type. Her buttocks were soft, firm and round, and from behind, you could see the perfect symmetric form of her genitalia. But the prime of her beauty were in no doubt her large breasts; she was gifted with a 75C rack, hanging loosely above her toned waist as she bent over to pick her underwear out of the drawer. And then - a glorious moment - out of all the panties in the drawer, she picked me. And at that very moment, I knew that this was going to be a special day. You see, I was Ella’s ‘lucky panties’ - the pair that she exclusively wore on unusual outings. I was there on her last exam in highschool, I was there on her graduation party, I was there on her first date with a boy, and I was there on the night she lost her virginity - oops - that’s all you will hear from me; good panties don’t kiss and tell. Before I could say goodbye to my fellow panties, Ella unfolded me and pulled me over her butter smooth legs - a feeling that I enjoyed more than anything in the world. I could feel my fabric stretching over her firm ass cheeks, and I snuggled her pubic mound firmly. As it turned out, Ella had shaved her most intimate parts entirely - I could caress every shape of her most personal and private area, my fabric clinging tightly to the outline of her vulva. She walked to her room bare-breasted, with her bra dangling in her hand, and picked a summer dress with a floral print out of her closet. The piece of clothing was just perfect for me; if she had chosen a pair of jeans instead, my day would have been dark, but now, I could peek from under her dress and see wherever she went. Oh, how I looked forward to taste the smell of fresh summer air again, after all this time in the closet, it was almost indescribable. Minutes later, she pulled on a pair of sandals and left the house. Today, Ella made quite the journey; I could see her passing by the tile floor at home, the pavement and the asphalt of the street, the flooring in the railway station, the coach floor, the pavement again and finally a large field of grass. I wasn’t absolutely sure, but I believed that her terminal destination was the city park; the lawn just had some kind of feel to it. Finally, she placed herself down on a musty blanket and draped her dress over her legs, blocking my view to the outside world. There I was, hugging the curves of her privates and buttocks closely, unaware of what was happening behind the floral printed fabric - something only Ella’s dress would be able to tell. Unfortunately, until the glorious day dresses would learn how to talk, I had no choice but to wait patiently for Ella’s next move. And I waited, and I waited, and then I waited some more; Ella was taking an awful lot of time, probably enjoying herself out in the sun. As the minutes passed, I felt the stress in my waistband increasing, driven by a gradual swelling in Ella’s abdomen - it was subtle, but after several portions of time, my elastic string felt really strained; Ella’s lower abdomen bulged out of her body, much further than usual. When I was starting to think that it would never happen, Ella’s legs suddenly moved her knees upwards, and her dress sailed over her lower thighs - after being blinded for so long, I could finally see again! I watched the park, the blanket that Ella was sitting on, I watched a picnic basket, a champagne bottle and a large water bottle, both empty - and ultimately, when I looked up, I watched the friendly face of a young man, smiling at Ella - and... he seemed to be looking at me! Well hello, hey there, how are you doing, what’s your name, I’m Ella’s panties, nice to meet you! I could see his eyes widen, but before he could even speak, Ella pulled her dress down her legs again. Hey! I guess Ella had noticed that he was looking at me, and for some reason, she didn’t really like the idea of other people staring at her panties - she almost never showed us to anybody. Soon after, Ella stood up entirely from the blanket, and I could see her sandals again, but then she firmly crossed her legs, and I was pressed between her thighs - not the best position for me to be in, but I managed. I felt myself clinging to her round buttocks, her skin perspired where her butt had touched the ground. Shifting her thighs, she took a small step forward, and crossed her legs the other way, applying even more strain on her thighs; she crunched me in between and forced me to cuddle her intimates a little too intense - a small part of my fabric momentarily slipped between her outer labia, forming a subtle camel toe, hiding under her dress. Ella uncrossed her legs again, her knees still forcefully pressed together - a pair of male shoes was approaching her sandals; out of a sudden, two hands grabbed Ella’s ass cheeks, fingers firmly pressing through the fabric of her dress. She started trembling softly, rubbing her knees together - almost as if she was passionately excited, yet holding something back. After liberating herself from the squeezing hands, Ella turned around and walked off, taking the same journey from this morning, but in reverse. The grass, the gravel path in the park, the pavement, the crosswalks; all those images flew by as she paced her way back in a non-stop movement, unmistakably in a hurry for some reason unknown to me. She reached the flooring of the railway station in a heartbeat, and then suddenly ended her rush in the main hallway - abruptly standing still, her heel nervously tapping on the floor tiles below her. The air in the station building was relatively humid, and I felt the temperature of her intimates rising, now that the fresh breeze sailing between her legs was gone, ever since she had stopped running. Her level of perspiration was rapidly rising, and my situation soon became hot and sticky. But I didn't mind it the slightest - au contraire, I liked hot and sticky. The fuzzy warm feeling of being planted between Ella’s legs, caressing her neatly shaven privates - it was so much better than being stuck in her dark underwear drawer. Don't take this the wrong way - I had nothing to complain about; the temperature in the bathroom was always comfortable, the washed panties around me always smelled wonderful, yet... nothing ever happened back there. At least today I was on an adventure, exploring the world; there was no better feeling than that. Mere seconds after Ella’s interruption of her run, she moved on again, rapidly, now truly dashing through the hallways of the station, twisting between the other travelers, almost bumping into them. High heels, sneakers, costume shoes and sandals; a wide variety of male and female feet approached Ella and then changed their direction, in order not to collide against her and her sprint race. The stairs towards the platform were even more crowded, but Ella pursued; she wriggled through the pack of people, bolted towards the nearest open door, and jumped onto the train, the doors slowly closing as I witnessed her left foot landing on the coach floor. Just in time. Ella sighed and jammed her knees together, pressing me between her even sweatier thighs, rubbing them against each other in a circular motion. For a few seconds, she relaxed a bit, trying to get her heavy breathing under control - yet to me, her muscles still felt tensed up. She crossed her legs again as her pulse rate slowly but surely dropped to a more normal level, and then calmly proceeded her way through the coach, taking small careful steps. Keeping her inner thighs closely together, she strode through a considerable amount of cars, suddenly fastening her pace in the last car before coming to another stop. From under her dress I could observe her restless feet again, standing in front of a closed sliding bathroom door, her left foot tapping on the floor vividly. The underside of the door shuddered, but nothing happened. Ella slammed her legs together once again, and then slightly crouched down, her muscles clenched. Once. Twice. Three times. The door shuddered again, then she turned around and started speedwalking back to the other side of the train, travelling through the same cars she passed only moments ago. Where was she going? Her rapid pace indicated that she was anxious to get somewhere in time, but I couldn’t understand why - the speed of the train was dictating the time for arrival at her destination, not her. Well, maybe the concept of public transport flew over my head - after all, I was just a pair of panties. Another locked door - it seemed to be the end of the train, and Ella slightly crouched down again three times. What a strange ritual humans had, to bend over thrice every time they were in front of a closed door. After the formal greeting with the second door, Ella walked back from where she came from, even more slowly than before. Apparently, she was playing a game - a game where you could not part your knees, only your feet. She subtly crouched down again, clenching her muscles; the game was most likely not a simple one. I guess she got tired of it really fast, because she placed her magnificent buttocks in a train seat, blocking my view of the outside world once again by draping her dress over her thighs. Ella sat, but not very still; I could feel her right leg bouncing up and down furiously while she shifted her weight back and forth. This went on for quite a while, and her movements only got more abrupt over time, almost like she had marginal control over her body. Her pulse rate increased again while squirming around in the seat, her buttocks on, and off the cushion, and then on again as if she were sitting in a wild rollercoaster ride. I was sticking against her sweaty skin, shifting along with all her maneuvers, and the sections of my fabric were not entirely where they were supposed to be around her curves; the situation surely was as uncomfortable to her as it was to me, but there was nothing that a simple pair of panties like me could do to help the situation. Thankfully, Ella took action, and she lifted her dress just enough so that she could place her right hand under the floral printed fabric of the piece of clothing, and grasped her thigh with her fingertips. While I enjoyed the breeze of cool air, I felt her upper body turning left and right, as if she wanted to make sure that no-one was watching her, and her fingertips slowly crept closer to me. All out of a sudden, the palm of her hand swiftly darted towards her privates, and she hugged me with her fingers, pressing them deep between her legs. Normally I would have loved the feeling of her touch, but the temperature of her intimate area had risen exponentially, especially once she started massaging her lips, planting her middle finger between them in a very violent manner. I had never been so close to her before, now that her soft flesh was all around me, greasing my delicate fabric. The more Ella squeezed her fingers around me, the dirtier I got; I tried my best to soak up the moisture, but could not fight the inevitable saturation - I could only hope that Ella would not be too displeased with my failure. Thankfully, it appeared that she had other things on her mind, as she abruptly stood up, pacing through the train cars once again. For the second time in a few minutes, she was dancing around before the closed sliding bathroom door, and yet again the underside of the door started shuddering, even more heavily than before. Ella responded by frantically rubbing her thighs together, and after she fleetly swayed her legs around for a while, she found herself a place to sit again, not too far away from the sliding door. Immediately - without looking around this time - her left hand rushed under her summer dress and clasped itself around me as if I had extreme magnetic powers. The amount of strain in her fingers was unbelievable; they didn’t leave her privates for even a second, as she twitched in her seat a few times, trying to keep her movements and her rapid breathing under control. Hesitatingly, Ella loosened the tension in her fingers and stopped shuffling around in her seat; she clenched her legs together in a successful attempt to maintain a rigid posture. Although her body was clearly fighting something, a certain calmness fell over me - I was still out of position, the taste of sweat increasingly persistent, but at least Ella wasn’t rocking me further around. I could only try to grasp the concept of how simply changing of seats could make such a huge difference to her - they felt the same to me. For a moment, she was so calm that I could feel so much as the train speeding up and slowing down, but her composure quickly faded, as she suddenly spasmed. In a split second, so many things happened at once. While veering of her seat instantly, Ella hastily planted both hands between her legs, obscenely grinding her dress against me - her sudden desires so intense that she didn’t have the time to place them under the floral printed fabric. Next, I felt her labia getting moist, then wet, and suddenly I sensed drops, a warm trickle. I wished to maneuver myself away, but Ella’s fingers pressed me even closer into her privates; she soaked my fabric instantly, and I couldn’t help it. A wet spot appeared on me, and it slowly expanded to the size of a quarter, then the flow stopped. Quickly, Ella pulled her fingertips from the intimate touch, but the damage was done; her dress was visibly dampened by the moisture that I could no longer accommodate. Her feet guided Ella towards the aisle, where she started to dance around without any kind of choreography whatsoever, her thighs firmly pressed together. Left, right, left, left, right - her sandals touched the ground in a rapid motion, her body temperature running even higher. The train slowed down, then sped up again, and Ella quickly walked over towards the door where she had entered the coach minutes ago. Left, right, left, right, left. Impulsively, she pressed her fingertips in between her legs again, and the fabric of the dress momentarily touched me once more. Left, left, right, right. Ella clearly could no longer stand still. I moved around with her - her engorged wet lips were all over me. Right, left, right, right, left. And then her feet stopped. Ella simply crossed her legs and stood still, holding her breath, as if she was awaiting something. Taken by surprise, I felt wetness again, and lots of it, too. A tsunami! Anxiously, I tried to warn Ella about it, hoping that she could save me from the oncoming flood, like she always did, but this time, she took no action whatsoever. I couldn’t escape, my fabric hopelessly trapped between her fingers and her labia, and everything bursted right through me, like I wasn’t even there. I was lost, but Ella’s dress was yet salvageable; she hastily griped it with her fingertips, but just a tad too late - some flowers on the floral-printed fabric were clearly darker than the other ones. Below me, the steady stream evolved into a river delta, and rivulets were running down the front and the back of her legs, down to her sandals and onto the train floor. As the flood slowed down, so did the train, and Ella got off at the next stop, despite that it was still a long walk to her house. When we arrived at the front door, her dress had dried, but I was still soaked, clinging to Ella’s every intimate curve, until she pulled me down and dropped me onto the bathroom floor. Her eyes were swollen; she had cried. **** So here I am - in the washing machine, the soapy water rinsing Ella's urine out of my fabric. Soon, she will put me inside her underwear drawer again - but I'll never forget the adventure that I had today... THE END
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