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  1. 12 points
    You think destroying other people's property is okay because they weren't good enough in bed for you? Real class act, you are. Please review our forum guidelines before posting again; --- Actionable Offenses Engaging in or directly supporting unethical behavior Primary examples of this include.. Causing intentional damage to another person's property Don't intentionally wet yourself on another person's property (unless they are okay with it) or engage in other acts likely to cause serious damages to others. Naturally “accidents happen” now and then, and it’s certainly fine to share those events here! But intentionally doing so to get yourself off just makes you a jerk. Don’t be a jerk!
  2. 3 points
    Quick note: finally sharing another fic. Started this back in July only to finish it now. Enjoy and tell me what you think! On with the show now! The large office building's door swung open as Chloe quickly paced in. She was quite the pretty woman. She was 27, on the shorter side, had rather light skin and a short, straight, brown bob cut, which made her look proffesional and sexy at the same time. Her clothing consisted of a tight grey business skirt, ending slightly above her knees, a black pantyhose and a white blouse that beautifully wrapped around her voluptuous breasts. The sleeves of it were rolled up slightly on her arms. She was also carrying her handbag on her shoulder as well as an overbearing ammount of pee in her bladder, bulging out of her skirt. She wanted to believe she did a good job hiding her need, but anyone could tell something was up with this lady. The clacking of her modestly-sized high heels against the fancy tiles of the floor echoed through the mostly empty office lobby, occasionally swaying off of her rhythm as her overflowing bladder sent spasms throughout her body, causing all sorts of squirming from the cute worker. She reached the elevator and furiously, pressed the button, begging for its soon arrival. She stood with her legs tight together, as she was worried that even the smallest opening will flood her white lacey panties. From the desk came the pretty receptionist's, Amber's, greeting. The contrast her dark skin and curly hair gave to the mostly white lobby deffinetly made her position perfect from an aesthetic point of view. Who wouldn't want to be greeted by this beautiful woman? "Morning Chloe!" "Oh, uh, h-hi hi!" She turned to face Amber and crossed her legs in the process. Amber giggled a little. "Firstly, you're really early and secondly, what's up? Did you forget to pee or something?" "Not quite. My roommate got sick and spent the whole morning in the bathroom. I thought I'd just get here as soon as I can, though that might've been a mistake." "How come?" "I'm seriously bursting! I didn't know that traffic at this time of day was so bad!" She pressed her right leg tightly against the left. She could feel the inside of her thighs getting sweaty. Amber giggled once more. "So you've been holding in all your night's pee?" "And my morning coffee. I just couldn't do without it." Amber was finding the situation humorous, as seen by her laughs. Truth be told, she thought Chloe looked cute standing there, squirming in front of her. "I've deffinetly been there before too. Just reccently, in fact, I almost wet myself on the way home." "Woah really? Uh, was it bad?" "Lets just say it was an extra close call. Maybe I'll tell you the details over coffee some time." "Ooooh... pleeaase don't even mention that!" Amber laughed a little. "Well your morning's been off to a good start. Anyway, your ride's here." Chloe turned back. The elevatot doors opened and she waddled in. "Good luck! I hope you make it to the finish line dry!" "Th-Thanks!" Chloe sighed out with a short smile and giving a quick thumbs-up to Amber. Holding it all in was getting more and more energy-consuming by the second. The elevator doors closed and it started climbing up to her floor. The sudden movememt sloshed the pee inside her swollen bladder, assaulting poor Chloe's nerves on all fronts. "HNG-!" she yelped, as she felt a surge of pain from her abdomen that caused her lips to part and release a small trickle of urine out of her and into her white lacey panties. Now with nobody around, she pulled up her skirt and held herself between her legs, pressing onto her pussy with all her might and pee-danced like her life depended on it. As she pressed on it, she felt how sticky her lips had become. This only made accentuated her need for release. The seal had been broken and the dam was breaking further. 10 more floors. "Oh god, oh no, oh god, oh god!" she muttered to herself, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, serving no good, only reminding her of all the liquid inside her. She could feel her hands getting wet with sweat, at least she hoped it was only sweat. Her wet panties clinged to her privates. 7 more floors. "Shit, shit, shit." If she wet herself, it'd be disastrous. Her skirt was grey. If it got wet, it would be impossible to not notice it. She couldn't come back to work anymore and look any of her colleagues in the eye. Feeling her bladder slightly calm down, she removed her hands to inspect the damage on her panties. She rolled up her skirt and looked down at them. She was shocked at the size of the dark wet spot on them and the size of the enormous bulge of her bursting bladder as it pushed her skirt out. Knocking her knees together and stepping in place, she gently caressed it, feeling how hard to the touch her liquid vault had become. Another leak came, this time ignoring her panties and dampening her pantyhose. This caused her to twist back up once more. Pushing her hands hard against her quivering womanhood and dancing around the metal box lifting her to the salvation she so desperately needed. She unzipped the side of her skirt a little, revealing the side of her panties. She hoped her bladder bulge got more room to grow and it'll be easier to pull her skirt down later. The problem was, there was no way her vault could expand more. It had gone almost rock-solid. Chloe would reach the limits of its flexibility very, very soon. 4 more floors. "Just a little more... just a little more. Please hold on just a little more!" The sound of her high heels stepping on the metal floor, the sound her pantyhose made from her rubbing her legs against each other and her heavy, strained breathing resonated throughout the elevator. If you paid attention, you could almost hear the sound her sticky lips made, being constantly rubbed against each other and pushed on to. She grabbed the railing on the wall for balance and lift her leg up, pressing it against the other, almost crushing her hand between her thighs. "Fhuck.. I have to go so fucking bad." 1 more floor. Depite how impossible it sounded, she had to compose herself. She gave her now wet pussy one last good squeeze before removing her hands and pulling her skirt back down. She uncrossed her legs, but still kept them close together. Her sphincter muscles were strained almost to the point of pain, as it was bassically the only thing keeping her night's worth of pee and morning coffee inside her. The elevator arrived on her floor and she exited it. Before her was an open floor office room, but the bathroom was the only place she intended to go. With every step, her bladder sent strong pulses from her abdomen all throughout her body. She had composed herself earlier thinking someone else would be here, but she had arrived an entire hour early to work so her floor was completely empty. She was thankfull for it and expressed her gratitude by pressing both her hands against the front of her skirt and resuming her peedance. She knew where the bathrooms were. From the elevator straight to the right was the door to the throne of her relief. She was growing increasingly frantic. The sign for the ladies was right in front of her, almost taunting the poor woman's bladder, but she just couldn't move any faster. If she did, she'd completely piss herself. Her desk was right on the way to the toilet. She dropped her handbag on her seat. It fell off, but she didn't care. All she cared for was not exploding and keeping her bottom half dry. She strained all her muscles with every step. Her hands were back under her skirt, pushing into her exhausted pussy. The wet patch had grown enough that she was now sure her hands were wet from pee. She was getting teary-eyed as her clothes were growing increassingly moist. "This can't be happening!" She said out loud through heavy breaths. She raised her head up and rejoiced. The toilet was right in front of her. She was not gonna give up now. Channeling all her strength into her left hand, she squeezed herself shut as her right hand reached for the handle. She pulled. It opened. There it was. That what she litterally hadn't seen since yesterday: a toilet. It was too much. She felt it all coming. The time for caution was over. She ran in, not even closing the door. Her zipper was already open so all she had to do was pull her skirt up. Without a second thought she did so, but in doing that she pushed it onto her bladder. It was as if a water balloon had gotten a hole poked into it because she started peeing full-force. A full-blown panic overtook her. She threw the toilet seat up, pulled her pantyhose and panties down and sat down in one swift motion while her stream had already started splashing down on the floor. Finally. Relief at last. She blasted her stored up liquids into the toilet. Her bulge grew smaller and smaller as it deflated. The door was still open so a crashing roar could be heard all throughout the floor. Chloe herself could not care less. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, her arms hung to her sides. She let out a long sigh as her face deeply blushed. All she cared for was that she made it. Sort of. She wasn't done yet, but she started to assess the damage. She looked out the door and saw a trail of dark spots on the carpet. Without a doubt from her. The tile floor of the ladies' also had a small puddle from when she already began peeing. The carpet would dry and she could wipe the floor with toilet paper. But then came the part she feared most: her clothes. She looked down. Her white lacey panties were soaked completely. They were still dripping drops of pee as her torrent crashed on and on in the bowl. Her pantyhose also had a wet spot that had started running down the insides of her thighs. Luckily her skirt was already up when she began peeing so there was no wet spot on it. "Goddammit." Was all she said, though not in a sad tone. Rather, an annoyed one. You see, this isn't the first time Chloe had a close call in her adult life. At least this time it really wasn't her fault. She was used to this and had already began plotting how to cover up her tracks. Her stream dwindled down to a trickle and soon ended. Chloe took a deep breath. "Okay." She wiped her womanhood, shivering slightly with pleasure as her privates were sensitive like they had been many times before in situations like these. She kept her skirt rolled up and took off her pantyhose and panties, dropping them into the sink. She got up from the toilet with her beautifull butt and slightly hairy pussy fully exposed, almost slipping as her naked feet splashed around her pee puddle. The fact that she felt a little light-headed didn't help her balance either. She flushed and got to work. Chloe took a chunk of toilet paper and began wiping the floor. There'd still probably be a smell so she had to get creative. She wet the soap under the tap and rubbed it on the part of the floor where her pee had splashed down. Wiping it with toilet paper, she threw the chunk out. Now her clothes. She ran her panties under the tap, washing them with soap and hoping for the best. Same with her pantyhose and shoes. Chloe was glad the ladies was also the warmest room that she knew of in the office. She left her clothes to dry on the radiator, praying that they'd be dry in time. She tried thinking logically. She arrived an hour early. Even when she arrived on time, the office was only about half-full. There was about 50 minutes till that. Chloe rolled her skirt down, making sure there wasn't a wet spot. As she zipped her skirt back up she noticed how it got stuck at one point. She then left the bathroom and her clothes to dry. She headed to her desk. As she did so, she could feel the wet spots of the carpet on her bare feet, luckily the carpet was dark blue and the spots weren't really noticeable unless you squint really hard. Another thing Chloe was glad of was the lack of security cameras. At least she couldn't notice any. So eithere there were none or security would have one hell of a show in store when reviewing footage. Chloe sat down and began to wait. As she did, a new thought popped into her head, and a naughty one at that. Since there was nothing else to do, she went back to the ladies' room, deciding to act on her new urges while her privates were still sensitive and tingling. Just like before in situations like these. 30 minutes later Chloe was at her desk. Nobody still hadn't shown up yet, but she was growing nervous as it could happen any moment now. She decided to check up on her clothes so she went back to the ladies'. She also felt het bladder start to twinge, no doubt from needing to pee again. Chloe entered the ladies' and first checked on her clothes. Her panties were still a little damp, but it'll do. Same with her pantyhose. She smelled her panties, hoping the scent of her urine wouldn't be strong. Luckily, it wasn't. She smelled her pantyhose as well and... nothing, for the most part. Chloe decided to pee before putting her clothes back on. She unzipped her skirt, noticing again how it got stuck at one point. Luckily not for long. She rolled it up and sat down on the toilet. Her stream started flowing faster and with greater force than she anticcipated. Chloe clossed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of emptying herself again. A small blush even showed up in her cheeks. She didn't deny that she enjoyed peeing, but it just wasn't something you think about that much. Though, given how often she had a full bladder, it had been something that she sometimes thought about. Who does that though? What person would like the feeling of peeing? She finished, wiping herself again and noting that it felt good again, and put her clothes back on. She stepped into her lace panties and slid them up her legs. She had to pull a little harder to get them over her butt, though that fact made her more happy than annoyed. She then sat down on the closed toilet and pulled her pantyhose over her beautiful legs and thighs, sliding her legs into them and pulling them up over her hips. A situation akin to the one with her panties occured. Chloe felt the same. She looked in the morror and fixed her hair up. Stepping into her high-heels, she walked back out of the ladies'. As she sat back down at her desk, the elevator doors opened and a group of young male clerks entered, chatting among themselves and laughing. They noticed Chloe and greeted her. She smiled and did the same. "What a start to a day." Was the last thing she said before turning on her computer and getting ready for another day of work.
  3. 3 points
    Lula was awkwardly quiet. All she could hear was Rosie and herself breathing. "You okay?" Rosie asked, Lula shook her head. She was embarrassed for having wet in front of someone yet, she still felt flushed from Tom and actually wetting. She stood there with her thighs squeezed together and her hands clamped together in front of her crotch. She didn't know why she was hiding it; Rosie already knew. "Well this isn't awkward" Rosie tried to lighten the mood. "Why did you make me?" snapped Lula. Rosie raised her eyebrows. "I didn't make you" claimed Rosie, "It's okay. Fuck. Don't worry" "I..." "Urggghhhh" Rosie groaned. "What of it? It's only us. Am I embarrassed? Not really" "But you said you can't help it?" Lula whimpered. "... and you can?" Rosie asked. Lula stammered. Rosie was so on to her. "Yes" replied Lula confidently. "Mmhmmm. You know what?" "What?" "I was actually happy... relieved when I heard the story about your.. what happened to you... what you did" "Why?" Lula sounded disgusted. "Because I thought my best friend would understand the thing I've had to keep a secret for so long" Rosie suddenly sounded less cheerful. Lula's heart dropped. So maybe she wasn't messing about? She just wanted to trust me? She's had the problem for years. Oh no. "I'm sorry" Lula said looking down at the floor before finally lifting her head to see Rosie's dark patch on Rosie's crotch and then to her head. "Look" snapped Rosie, moving over to her bed. She whipped the duvet up and threw it towards the wall. She peeled away the sheet to show a soft looking white sheet. "What?" asked Lula confused. "A kid's sheet. Piss mat. Waterproof" Rosie said awkwardly. Her tone had shifted. She sounded slightly more emotional. "I didn't know" "I KNOW. No one does. I thought you'd understand and not just be weird about it" They both paused. "What does... does it work?" Lula asked, curious. "Well yeah" Rosie confirmed, seeing a shift in Lula's interest. "Right" Lula was transfixed on the sheet. Rosie noticed. "Here look" Rosie reattached the corner of the top sheet and hopped up onto her bed, bouncing slightly as she took a few steps and turned around. "What are you...?" "Shhh look" Rose hissed, She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, obviously tensing her body. Within seconds her crotch gleamed once again. It only lasted a few seconds though. She mustn't have filled up since the taxi. Since she was stood up though, a stream of pee ran down the inside of each of her legs. There was enough pee for the wet patch to spread form her crotch to half way down her thighs. The dribbles trickled all the way to her feet and onto her pastel lilac bed sheet. Lula stood there wide eyed. She watched as the pee dribbled and soaked into the sheet. She suddenly remembered her own bed wetting and the mess she'd made. She was feeling discomfort for Rosie, who still had her eyes closed seemingly not worried about the basketball sized wet patch beneath her feet, Once she'd finished peeing she opened her eyes and stared at Lula. She took a step forward and hopped of her mattress before pulling the lilac sheet back once again. She pointed at the mattress protector underneath. It had completely absorbed everything. The only evidence was the wet patch on the sheet. "Wow" claimed Lula. "Yeah?" "Well... yeah?" They both stared at the mattress protector. "It's washable too. My parents accept the fact it happens. We don't really talk about it. We just deal with it when we need to. So yeah I sort of get away with it?" "Don't you want to try and stop?" asked Lula, more curious than ever. "Yeah sure. But I'm so used to it when I'm home, you know?" "Wish I'd had one of these when I... you know". Rosie nodded in understanding. "Sorry" Rosie said, leaning into Lula's shoulder. Lula leaned back onto her head. Rosie moved away. "Have you ever..." Rosie started. "What?" asked Lula. Rosie raised her eyebrows and made a 'come here' motion with her forefinger and middle finger, nodding slightly. It took a while for Lula to understand what she was getting at. She coughed and spluttered. "What.. huh... I..." "I'll take that as a yes" Rosie said under her breath, "It's okay Lule's, we don't have to be awkward or shit. I've literally told you my biggest secret" Lula was still flustered about Rosie' previous question. "You know how my parents both go to work early on Saturday mornings?" Rosie asked. Weird change in conversation. "Yeah?" Lula answered. "Well I..." Rosie stopped. "What?" "I..." She took a deep breath, "I maybe... get away with it? Like, I'll do what I want Friday night and Saturday morning and like... they'll never find out? I wash it all myself before they get home" Rosie admitted. "What?" Lula was shocked. "Yep. Why not?" Rosie admitted once again. "Every...?" "Every week more or less. Like now, I could pee as many times as I wanted all night and they'd never know" "Would you?" "Yeah. Sure. So what?" "Have you done it when I've stayed round before?" "No of course not. You didn't know about it so I couldn't" "But now?" asked Lula. Rosie paused. "Yeah?" she replied slowly. Lula looked away from her. "Not in these though. Jeans are uncomfortable" Rosie unzipped the jeans and pulled them down. The denim pulled away from the skin on her legs. Lula stared as her best friend's soaked white knickers, with black dots, were right in front of her. The material had gone partially see through. Lula looked away feeling awkward. Rosie squatted and dragged a large plastic box from underneath her bed. She pulled off a folded blanket from the top of the box and slumped the jeans into the empty space. She then pulled out a large, thin, white sheet. "We've got to blow up your bed but you want one?" Rosie asked innocently. "Is that?" "Yeah, another one. I've got a few. They wash but... yeah". Lula was stunned. Is this really happening? She's... I could... It'd be okay... offering... I could... She also... "Umm..." Lula was hesitant. She literally had no idea how to respond. Rosie tilted her head and sighed.She pulled the rest of the sheet from the box and threw it at Lula. Lula awkwardly caught it. The waft of air that came with it smelt fresh. No smell of pee at all. These really work? "I'll get the blow up bed" Rosie said as she pushed the box back under the bed, replacing the blanket, and digging out a fresh pair of light grey pyjama shorts from a drawer and pulling them up over her soaked white knickers. As Rosie quietly opened her bedroom door to go fetch the blow up bed, Rosie stood rubbing the sheet between her fingers. It was soft. She looked back over at Rosie's bed and at the wet path she'd left a while ago. Rosie let go with her left hand and felt between her legs. Her jeans were damp and cold. She could feel the pressure of her fingers against the denim and the rubbing motion on her thigh. Lula snapped her head up and waited a few seconds. Didn't sound like Rosie was coming back yet. With her hand still against her thigh, Lula tensed and pushed. With her ears pricked up and her head reaction to any tiny sound in Rosie's house, she felt as a mall wave of warmth spread through her knickers and into the crotch of her jeans. She immediately regained control and stopped the small flow. The inside of her hand felt soggy. She quickly raised her hand to the inside of her legs and squeezed herself. She felt the saturated denim leak into her fist. Lula moaned quietly to herself. She wiped her hand on the sheet in her other hand. It dried her hand quite well. I could use it tonight. All night. As many times as I d like. Rosie would too; use hers. She always does? I've only brought these jeans... and my pyjama bottoms. I can't go home in wet jeans tomorrow. Fuck no. I could go home in the pyjamas though? Get picked up? That's a normal thing to happen? Rosie's right though, jeans are uncomfortable. Just wear them. You've slept in jeans before. Not wet ones though. You have to? Lula heard Rosie's bedroom door click shut. "We'll have to blow it up, the machine thing is too loud" "Fun" Lula said quietly. "You're good at blowing now, right?" Rosie joked. Lula felt a wave of normality flush over her as Rosie joked about something other than pee. "Fuck off" Lula droned back with a poker face. "You still need to tell me everything" Rosie ordered, unfolding the blue inflatable mattress. "That'll take ages" Lula exclaimed. "THAT much happened?" "NO, no, I meant the mattress" "You've still got the sheet?" "... yeah" "Putting it on?" "I..." "You...?" "This is my only pair of jeans" "You give too easily Lule's" Rosie laughed, "I've got spares if you want. We'll wash your in the morning with this stuff?" "I couldn't use yours... that'd be weird?" "Yeah maybe. Thanks for agreeing though?" Rosie said softly. "Agreeing?" "To do this with me? Maybe I'm hoping for once I won't feel guilty after. I'm being selfish I know" Rosie didn't look at Lula once whilst saying this. "Not selfish. It's okay. I suppose..." Rosie gulped, "I suppose it'd be interesting to... you know... try?" Lula was trying to find the right words to make it sound like she was so looking forward to the night ahead. The two had been taking turns blowing up the bed for a good 10 minutes. After a while Rosie got up and left her room again. As Lula finished inflating the bed she quickly put on the mattress protector. She didn't want Rosie to see her put it on. That seemed like a weird form of acceptance? Or admittance? Either way she felt strange letting her friend see her put it on. Lula then stretched over the light blue sheet Rosie had also provided. As she finished pulling the last corner, Rosie returned with a glass of water in each hand. She gently pushed her door shut with her waist. "Why?" Lula asked. "Well you've agreed so... let's see who gives in first?" she said playfully. A holding contest? Seriously? "Really? We don't have to actually like, pee, right?" Saying the word pee out loud made Lula's voice go croaky as she felt suddenly nervous saying it. "Just, one night with me? Make me feel like it's not only me? In a weird sort of really selfish friendly way?" she tried to sound convincing. Lula, of course, needed no convincing. "You going to stay in them?" Rosie asked, nodding down at Lula's jeans as she handed over the glass of water. Lula nodded without saying anything. "Oooooh okay, so down it or every few minutes?" Rosie asked somewhat excited. "Well you hydrate quicker with smaller..." "Fine, nerd" Rosie scoffed as she took a few small gulps. She nodded at Lula again as if to say drink, Lula took a few gulps too. "Right so... we'll lay in bed. You need to tell me everything about Tom and we'll drink every couple of minutes?" Lula had given up trying to find excuses. She knew she wanted to play the game. Rosie was literally offering her a free pass for the night. Rosie carefully darted her way across the room and flicked the light switch. Lula could hear her hurl herself back into her bed and wrap under the duvet. Lula carefully shifted herself down and onto the uneven surface of the blow up mattress. She couldn't tell there was a mattress protector underneath. That was unnerving. She took another swig of water before returning the glass to a bedside table. She shifted her weight and eventually rested on her right hand side, facing Rosie's bed. Lula twinged her feet as she pulled each sock off with her toes. Rosie had also brought in a spare single duvet with a cute floral pattern. Just as she got comfy, Lula leaned back up and undid her bra before pulling it from the back of her T Shirt and onto the carpet next to her. As much as she definitely wanted to pee she was apprehensive to actually go along with it being with Rosie. She also didn't need to go at that moment. *vrrrrbt* *vrrrrbt* Rosie's phone screen lit up some of Rosie's room. "That's him!? That has to be him?" Rosie exclaimed. Lula picked up her phone to see Rosie was indeed right. Tom: "Hey thank you for coming tonight. Hope you enjoyed the film. Not sure if I said it before but you looked cute. Hopefully again soon? xx" "You HAVE to reply RIGHT NOW" Rosie was way more excited than Lula. She had suddenly forgotten their little game and what and felt the butterflies swell her stomach. "Nu' uh" whimpered Lula. "You pansy ass fanny come on give me your phone" "Not. A. Chance" Lula demanded. "Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?" "Rosie!" "Yeah I saw" Lula knew Rosie was grinning from ear to ear. She felt her cheeks go red hot. "How was it!?" Rosie questioned. Lula started grinning. "Nice" she said. "Nice. Is that it? Nice? Come on" "It was nice" "So you're a thing?" "I don;t..." "Did you not speak about it?" "No?" "Was that your first..." Lula nodded. Rosie heard the shifting sound against the pillow. "N'awwwwwwww Lule's" "Shut up" "Drink" Rosie ordered as she took another few swigs of her glass. Lula was brought back to the here and now. Her thoughts of Tom faded as she snapped back into Rosie's bedroom. Oh yeah. Drinking. Lula felt a conflict of emotions. She wanted to talk about Tom, as much as she wasn't giving much away. She also wanted to play Rosie's game. Ideally however, she didn't want to do both at the same time. It had been her first proper kiss. Her first real intimate moment. She felt it was being ruined by her dirty fetish, Even though Rosie didn't know about it, Lula felt the game wasn't beneficial to how she was feeling. She also knew the game was for Rosie's benefit. She'd gone out of her way tonight to support her if things hadn't gone well. So Lula felt as if she owed Rosie and maybe this was it? Lula took a few sips. "Was he forceful? Did you want to?" "Rosie" "Well?" "Yes..." "Yes what? He forced you?" "No?" "So you did it too?" "Yes?" Lula could hear Rosie shift with excitement. "So the message" "I'm not replying tonight, I don't know what to say" "Ahh, keep him waiting. Saucy" "Saucy?" "Yes, Lula. Saucy" Rosie replied confidently. "Don't say anything at least until tomorrow night. Make him wait so he has to think about you" Damn, that's a good idea. "That's a good idea..." "I know you're welcome" The conversation carried on for a good while. Lula was letting more and more information slip as Rosie persistently asked questions. Every now and then they'd both drink some water until the glasses were empty. Soon after the conversation did down a bit to shorter sentences. "So you gonna go?" asked Rosie. "Go?" asked Lula. "You know?" Rosie questioned. "I don't know if I can. Feels weird in a bed... and you're here" "Seriously? It's okay" "I don't want to get it on the carpet... it might" "Trust me the sheet will be fine" "I don't..." Lula was feeling tired. She didn't want to talk about it. "Oh my God OKAY look" Rosie sounded annoyed again. The corned of her room lit up suddenly as she flicked on her bed side lamp. Lula peered up towards Rosie's bed. She couldn't see her so she pushed herself up and leaned on her arms. Rosie was laying on her side facing Lula. She was almost in the fetal position. Lula could make out a small, dark grey spot on her crotch. "Look" ordered Rosie as she crotch glowed white in the creases. A flood ran sideways down her left leg and between her thighs. Lula could hear the pee pooling beneath Rosie in the silence of the room. Rosie flicked off her lamp as Lula could hear the splosh of her friend's pee in the darkness. Lula heard Rosie pull the cover back over. "It's literally fine" "And you do that every week?" "Yes. I've said" She was being blunt. "Sorry" "It's okay. Just, trust me please?" The two girls were silent after that. The sound of Rosie's pee disappeared. Lula felt herself throb. She'd now seen her best friend wet three times in one evening. She wondered how it felt beneath her. How many times will she...? Lula's body twitched as she rolled over and felt the air bed wobble her onto her back. Her eyes snapped open. Silence. She could hear the faint sound of Rosie breathing. She checked her phone. 04:37. She felt bloated. Her abdomen felt bruised. Oh no. Wow. Should I? She felt her jeans under the duvet. They'd pretty much dried over the last few hours despite the slight dampness. She pushed gently down on her bladder and felt the instant need to pee. I shouldn't. I want to but I shouldn't. Will she be annoyed if I don't though? She wants me to? She wants to know she's not weird. Huh, that's how I felt when I first did it. Is she into... Nah, she can't be. It's something she's had to live with. Wow I need to go. Lula winced as she considered Rosie waking up in the morning and seeing Lula bone dry. Her thought process was strange and she felt conflicted. Well you need to go now. Use the bathroom? I'd wake everyone up. Rosie would hear. I couldn't flush the chain that'd definitely wake everyone up. But if I didn't that'd be weird. I don't have a choice... Do I? Despite her thoughts, Lula had already made up her mind. She was just trying to find reasons not to. Lula closed her eyes and winced. She lay flat on her back with her arms folded. She felt awkward as it wasn't a natural sleeping position. A few seconds passed and she felt the rush from her bladder and the twinge in her vagina as the crotch of her jeans felt warmer and wetter. She started and stopped a few times so not to make a loud hissing sound but the desperation got too much. She eventually let go and let it happen. Lula felt it pool beneath her and spread over the sheet. Rosie was right, it didn't seem to be leaking anywhere. It just stayed and disappeared? Lula arched her back slightly and grasped the sheet beneath her with both hands. As she rested her back down on the air bed she felt the bottom part of her T Shirt get wet. She started to breath heavily but tried to stop it. She knew her ass was saturated. If this sheet was as good as she said.... Rosie flipped her body around as she peed and rested the front of her body on the soaking sheet. The pee fell directly beneath the crotch of her jeans. She felt it spread over the front of her thighs and against the bottom of her stomach. Lula slowly and gently gyrated her hips. She slipped her left hand down the mattress and placed the palm of her hand at the crotch of the jeans. She felt her hand soak as she moved her body against her hand. She felt as if a bubble was enclosing her. Rosie was no longer there. She was in her own little space. Her own moment. She undid her jeans and moved her hand over the top of her saturated knickers. She began to run her finger over the stream of pee and against herself. The sensation was overwhelming. She opened her mouth and bit into the pillow. She couldn't stop her erratic short breaths. Her right fist was clenched tight as she played with herself while peeing. It didn't take long for the stream to finish and Lula to finish herself off. She laid still with waves and waves of pins and needles cover her body from head to toe. She felt tingles pulse from the centre of her body. She bit down hard on the pillow. She let out a final exhale as she started to breath normally again. Silence. Rosie was still completely asleep. Lula started to get the dirty, guilty feeling. What have I done? Rosie's there! Oh my God. I shouldn't... How do I clean. Lula soon remembered she didn't need to clean anything. If Rosie was right, the pee wouldn't have leaked anywhere. If anything, she could go again and again, apparently. Lula knew this had to look like an accident. She did up her jeans, wiped her hands over the sheet and hugged the pillow in front of her, still laying on her front. As she moved her hips she could feel the sogginess of her knickers against her wet, sticky skin. She liked it but felt guilty. As she came down from the excitement her heart rate lowered and she felt calmer. With time she felt more at ease and felt herself drift back off....
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    (WARNING: This part gets even more extreme than it's already been! If you're not a fan of super extreme desperation and VERY large bladder bulges, turn away. Just a warning!)
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    -A picture of the main character, Addilyn. I feel like I don't use this picture enough and now is a perfect time. Ayla and Harriet: Locked in It was a dull winter evening and the rain was lashing down over the Midlands. The halls of Fort Victoria were quiet with most of the Guildhands and Apprentices heading out into town to celebrate a successful Royal visit. However, sitting by candlelight in the confines of a large study, there were two Apprentices who were not fortunate enough to be out getting drunk with their friends. For Ayla - The Fiery-haired Bard and Harriet it was another night in Sidmere’s study, reading up and practicing their spells for a chance at their upcoming Guildhand trial. Ayla, who had seen the brunt of the duties for the Royal visit, had been so eagerly awaiting the night where she could finally go out and unwind. But she couldn’t avoid studying when the trials were so close. She looked out of the rain-splattered window, looking down on Guilden, the lights of the town fragmented by the rain, and sighed. For an hour, she studied, focusing on her spellbook and trying to drill the long list of spells into her head. Her attention waned; often she found herself wandering from the pages and up to the massive library that towered above her Mentor’s study. So many books, and she didn’t believe that Scholar Sidmere had read them all in his time. The man was barely past the age of thirty, and he much preferred theatre to books. Instead of studying, Ayla began to ruminate about how many of those books her Mentor had read, and how many were still waiting to be opened, left to gather dust through years of neglect. A hand slapped her shoulder, jolting her forward and knocking her from her ruminations. She spun around in her seat and behind her, Harriet stood with her wand in hand. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on your reading?” She asked, poking Ayla’s cheek with her wand, her fat freckled cheeks raised with a smirk. Harriet was another of Sidmere’s Apprentices. She was a short girl with a little weight on her, coming from a fondness for food. And it showed. She had a belly on her, but most of her weight was in her thighs which were delightfully plump, the faint sight of them showing beneath her skirt. Her chubby cheeks were freckled and she had a small button nose that really showed just how rounded her cheeks were. She had brown hair that reached just beyond her ears and was often short and curly, but for tonight it had been straightened. It was easy to tell she was naturally curly-haired as it was already beginning to furl back. She was a year older than Ayla - Nineteen years. It gave her the idea that she was the Senior, the older sister of the two and she liked to act like it. Though often she looked more foolish than mature. Her talent as a Magi was not be overlooked, but Harriet had a penchant for not acting her age. Ayla reached out and swiped the wand from Harriet’s hand. “Shouldn’t you?” She retorted. “You won’t learn much swinging your wand around.” “I am.” Replied Harriet, snatching her wand back and running to the other side of the table where Ayla couldn’t reach her. Not that Ayla cared to follow her. “It looks it.” She shook her head. With a mocking glance, Harriet pointed her wand at her and chuckled, brandishing a mischievous grin. “It’s important you are as useful with your spells as you are your books.” She recited her Mentor’s words with an accent that barely resembled his. Her performance as Scholar Sidmere gave Ayla a strong fit of the giggles. Her impression was good, or maybe it was just the mockery she put into her words. “Well, get back to it. And let me read in peace.” Before she could continue reading, a wand slammed down on her book. Ayla huffed and slowly looked up, again seeing Harriet smirking. “Come spar with me, Ayla.” She pushed the wand away. “I need to catch up on my reading. There’s a whole bunch of spells I’ve yet to learn.” She tried to open her book again, and again the wand came down on it. “Oh, come on!” Harriet whined. “I need to practice some of these summons and it’d be fun to do it with somebody. “Come on~” She kept begging, hopping up and down and eventually rocking the table, all wide-eyed and soppy like a puppy. “If you do it I’ll love you forever~” It took some time, but eventually she caved to Harriet’s begging and took the wand. “Okay, I’m sure I can show you a thing or two. Just stop with those puppy-dog eyes.” The girls took up position in the center of the study and prepared for their first round sparring. The game was simple; one girl would manifest an illusion, and the other had to summon something to best it. If Harriet summoned a mouse, Ayla would summon a cat. If she summoned a tree, then Ayla would summon an axe. It was a fast game, each round lasting only a minute. Before the girls knew it, a whole hour had passed. The clock in the town rang for seven and both girls set aside their wands. Harriet’s stomach growled, as did Ayla’s, and both girls agreed it was time for something to eat. “Did you bring something with you to eat?” Harriet asked, pulling out a neatly wrapped sandwich from her rucksack. “I was going to get something from the Great Hall… but I forgot.” Ayla squeaked, hanging her head down. Harriet giggled and reached back into her rucksack. “It’s a good thing I brought enough for us both, isn’t it.” She said, placing a smaller sandwich on the table. In the back of her mind, Ayla had a feeling that this wasn’t really for her, that it was just another sandwich for Harriet to scarf down, but she wouldn’t say no. She took the sandwich and fiddled with the delicate wrapping. “Where did you get this? From that little tea shop in town?” “Uh-huh!” Harriet nodded, spewing crumbs as she’d already taken a large bite from her sandwich. “Aww, I wish you’d told me you were going there.” Ayla huffed. “You know how much I love that big flask of cinnamon tea they do.” The chubby Magi smirked, crumbs again falling from her mouth. “Then it’s a good thing I was thinking of you.” She again reached into her rucksack and pulled out two green flasks. For a short while, the girls sat at the table, munching on their sandwiches and talking. There really wasn’t much to talk about, but that didn’t stop them from chatting. Harriet, with a mouth full of pork sandwich, bragged about a new spell she had been learning - a teleportation spell capable of vanishing anything. “It’s going to be such a great spell!” She said, crumbs spewing everywhere as she waved her wand around. “I’ll be able to move anything that’s smaller than me, but with enough effort, I could learn to move mountains!” She cheered, again waving her wand. Not much for bragging, Ayla sat quietly and nursed her cinnamon tea. She listened to Harriet brag and brag. She knew she couldn’t say anything when Harriet had been kind enough to bring her a sandwich and tea, so she kept quiet, nodding along with every word Harriet said. After both girls had finished their food and their tea, they set back to their studies. The night was growing and they both wished to get as much studying done before their Mentor’s return. Ayla once again buried her head deep in her spellbook and began reciting summoning words, and Harriet returned to her summoning. It had only been a few minutes after finishing her tea that Harriet felt discomfort in her bladder. It was enough to interrupt her from her spellcasting. “Haa~” She sighed and threw her arms up. She couldn’t ignore it, she had to answer nature’s call. “It was a big flask of tea.” She shrugged to herself.. She sat her wand down on the table and strutted off to use the lavatory, whistling a tune as she approached the door. “I’ll be back in a minute, I’m going for a slash.” She informed Ayla. “Alright.” Ayla peered over her book. “Don’t take too long, I know what you’re like.” Neither girl had remembered, nor realized what they had been told by Nidley earlier. Harriet walked up to the door, growing quite desperate for a pee. It was growing worse quickly, like the contents of that flask was rushing itself into her bladder. She grabbed the door handle and pushed it, and to her dismay found that it wouldn’t budge. The handle was stuck, rattling under her grasp. “Oh right…” She sighed, remembering at last. “Nidley put this dumb lock on the door.” She held the lock flat in her palm and jiggled it, hoping that would be enough to undo such a flimsy looking lock. “What did Nidley say this thing does? Ask us a question or something like that?” The lock the Kniv had put on the door was designed to stop the girls from shirking their studies and heading out into town to get drunk with the rest of the Guild. At first Ayla and Harriet found the idea ridiculous, but no matter what they said, Nidley brushed it off and insisted that it wouldn’t be a problem. “It’s not like you’ll be locked in here! If you need to get up to do dirty things, all you have to do is answer a question and the lock will undo itself! Easy right?” The Kniv told them. “You’re both great students, so you shouldn’t have a problem with this lock provided you’ve both been reading your spellbook - which I’m sure two great Apprentices have been.” The look Nidley had given them glowed with a certain mockery. It came naturally to a Kniv, that mocking little stare. They were mischievous by nature after all. The lock began to shake in Harriet’s palm and suddenly, like a creature drawing its first breath, it gasped. “If you wish to pass you must solve my riddle.” A deep voice echoed. “Alright, I’m an ace at riddles.” Harriet claimed with a burning arrogance. That arrogance was suddenly knocked as a knock from her bladder struck her, causing her legs to seize. She jiggled her hips, dancing up and down on the spot, feeling her fluids sloshing around inside her. “Hurry it up then, I’m burstin’ for a wee here.” A deep deep guttural groan emanated from the device, and the voice told her the riddle. “I vanquish light, but without it I diminish. I am as darrrrk as night and black as coal, but I can shape myself under your contrrrrol.” The riddle concluded with an inhuman groan. “What am I?” “I… what?” Harriet had never heard such a riddle, and after mulling it over for a minute or two, with her thoughts being disrupted briefly by growing urgency between her legs, she gave in, huffed and crossed her arms. “What the hell does that mean?” She tried listing off the first things that came to her mind. None of them were correct. FInally, she grabbed the lock and started pulling at it. “I don’t know the answer to that dumb riddle. Now come on, open up and let me go for a wee! I’m not going to sneak off! Come onnnnn!” She pulled and pulled, the steel rattling under her grasp, but the lock didn’t budge. “Your answerrrr is incorrrrect.” It moaned. “Return to me when you can solve my riddle.” “Hey! No!” She pulled furiously, planting her foot on the door and pushed herself back with the lock in hand. “Come on! Let. Me. Go!” Still it wouldn’t budge. No matter how much Harriet pulled, rattled and rived. All of this activity only aggravated her bladder. She stopped when she felt a fierce sting between her lower lips, like a burning against her spigot. “Gah!” She took out her frustration by kicking the floor. There was nothing she could do, and with her bladder begging for relief, Harriet could only hobble back to the table. “A-Ayla do you know the answer?” She asked, cheeks flushed. Ayla shook her head, but she did have one idea. “Nidley said the answer would be in our spellbooks, right?” She flicked the page and read on. “Maybe it’s not just a riddle, maybe they’re summoning words. You know - words of power for helping novices with spellcasting.” “Like what Sidmere has you doing?” Harriet said with a sly smirk. “Yes… like what Sidmere has me doing.” She replied, masking her anger at such an easy dig of her abilities. “So we’re going to have to read through this whole thing to find them?” Harriet picked up her own book and ran her finger across the pages of the unopened book. “There must be a thousand pages here!” Saying that made her bladder twinge. She grabbed the edge of the table and bent down, squeezing her thighs tightly together. To read through the whole book and find those words, if they were even there, would take a lot longer than her quivering bladder could afford her. All that tea had gone right through her and quickly it was filling her up. She felt fit to burst and knowing she had no choice only made it feel worse. Harriet pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. She pressed her butt deep into the chair, crossing her legs and brushing the heel of her right foot up and down her shin in impatient desperation, letting the rhythmic sound soothe her. “I’m bursting!” She hissed through her teeth. “Try not to think about too much.” Ayla told her in a weak effort to try and help. “Here, I’ll help. How about I read from the back and you read from the front?” “P-Please.” Harriet accepted, her tongue quivering as her body waned in strength from holding. “Thank you, A-Ayla.” She smiled kindly. “It’s no problem.” Though she had her own selfish reasons for finding the answer to that riddle, and she kept it hidden well beneath the table. All Harriet could do now was bury her head in the spellbook and flick frantically through the pages. She tried to sit still, but her urges kept her squirming, writing in her seat, brushing her pudgy butt against the wood. She read as fast as she could, pushing through the pages of spells, looking for anything that could match the riddle. Nothing would stop her. The only thing that came close was the growing wave of desperation that kept washing over her, sending her whole body into a frenzy of feverish shivers, the lapse in control causing her to strike the table with her knees to alleviate the urges. “Have you found anything yet?” She moaned, growing ever more impatient. “Not yet.” Ayla replied, though she was reading at a much slower pace, examining every sentence thoroughly. “Oooooh~” She moaned again and buried her face into the books pages. She felt a twinge between her legs like a violent flash of lightning striking her. She grasped the book tightly, pulling it close and pushing the tip of its spine against her spout, shuddering as it brought her momentary relief. “I’m dying for a piss here!” She cried. “I know, but keep reading. It can’t take much longer.” Ayla tried to reassure her. Harriet had not been alone in her plight as Ayla too had been feeling nature’s call for a while now. She too had greedily downed her entire flask of tea before returning to her studies. She composed herself far better than Harriet but that didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling the same pressure as her friend. For now, Ayla accepted there was nothing more they could do but find the answer to the riddle. The only other solution she wouldn’t dare consider, and that was to find… other means of relieving themselves. That was out of the question, so for now Ayla sat, legs together and the thoughts of relieving herself pushed to the back of her mind. An hour had passed, marked by the chimes of the town clock in the distance. The girls had hardly made a dent in the pages they were reading. It had gotten worse for them, both girls squirmed in their seats, Harriet noticeably more so than Ayla. Both girls were near their limits. Harriet was burning up. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire and she had grown sweaty from the frequent shivers. She had grown more tense as time passed, sitting with her legs pressed right against each other, pressing her hot, pudgy thighs together. She grimaced at the clammy feeling of sweat. Even as she wrapped herself up, she could still feel her water, the impatient calls of her bladder pushing ever closer to the tip of her maidenly spot, her lower lips trembling as her strength dwindled. She couldn’t distract herself, whether it be by reading or impatient pacing, her mind could focus on visions of sweet relief; of pulling down her knickers and seating herself over a nice, waiting commode. The sounds of her water sloshing beneath her and she let it all out. Those visions proved to be too much, and Harriet at last couldn’t contain herself. She gave up, slamming her book closed and accepting defeat. She buried her head deep in her knees, pressing her hands down between her soft maidenly lips, not a care for the sweat moistening her fingers. “I can’t hold it in any longer!” She declared, screaming loud enough for her voice to echo. She leapt up from the chair, her sudden movements causing intense agony to the point she doubled over, crushing her hands with the sweaty fat of her thighs. “Please tell me you’ve found the answer!” She cried, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. She hadn’t and Ayla lacked the heart to tell her the truth. She shook her head meekly. She too had been distracted by her body’s frequent cries for the lavatory. Beneath the table she rocked her legs, sweeping the floor with her boots, listening to the scraping of the stone to distract herself. She had grown desperate, near her own breaking point. She could feel her bladder overfilling, the warm contents giving her belly a slight bulge. Still, she kept her composure. “I’m going to piss myself!” Harriet continued to cry, jumping up and down frantically with her hands wedged between the heft of her thighs. Her wrists lifted her skirt and revealed the faintest glimpse of her knickers. “I really mean it this time! It’s about to come out!” She spun around, scouting the room for something to go in. “I’ve got no choice… I’m going to have to piss in that plant!” Ayla felt her heart skip a beat when she heard it. “W-What!?” She yelped, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. She looked over her shoulder toward the corner Harriet was eyeing. There was an old ceramic pot that housed a small green shrub, perfectly perched in the shadow. “Y-You can’t go in that!” She shouted. She’d never heard Harriet be so crude. “J-Just wait another minute or t-two! I’m almost through-” Her words fell on deaf ears. As Ayla tried to reason with her, Harriet ignored her and squirmed over to the pot, holding herself the whole way. She hiked up her skirt and treated Ayla to a glimpse of her peachy backside, barely contained by her white knickers, which clung to her crack with sweat. She stood over the shrub, weak at the knees, shaking violently as she clawed at her knickers. The sweat had them clinging to her maidenhood like glue. Her hands, shaking feverishly, also gave her problems. She could feel it coming, her spout quivering. She had to get her knickers down and squat down over the pot before it was too late. “H-Harriet!” Ayla yelled, trying her best to get her to stop. “J-Just h-hold it for another-” “I can’t.” Harriet hissed. She stood immodestly with her hands hiking up her skirt, revealing her white cotton knickers in all of their glory. “If Nidley didn’t want me to piss in their plants she shouldn’t have put that stupid lock on the door!” Finally, after what felt like an eternity of struggle, she was able to hook her thumbs under her knickers and yanked them down. They fell around her knees, revealing her soft pink lips, glistening with sweat. Ayla couldn’t believe it. She could feel her heart racing. Harriet’s maidenhood, right before her very eyes. There was no more time. Harriet felt a spurt dribbling from between her lips. Without hesitation she thrust herself down and squatted over the pot, lowering herself over the soil. She felt the leaves press against her crotch, they tickled her lips. She let go, and at last felt the pleasure as her water rushed out of her and into the waiting soil beneath. “Ooooooooh~” She moaned as the air in the chamber resonated with a heavy hissing and the sounds of her piss slashing against dry soil. Her stream struck the soil with force, causing it to splatter against the leaves of the shrub, as well as her bare thighs. She didn’t care, she didn’t care about anything. The relief was too much. It felt too good. She took great pleasure in the relief she was feeling, enjoying every second that she was filling the pot. She swayed her hips gently, thrusting them from side to side. She glanced down and watched as her thick stream rained from between her thighs, spraying the little plant in her essence as she danced from side to side. A few stray dribbles ran from her maidenhood, leading a hot, damp trail to her wincing anus and dribbling down onto the floor. “Ahhhhhhhh~” She continued to sigh, moaning like a whore being serviced between her legs. Her stream showed no sign of stopping, and the soil, now damp and steaming with piss, could barely hold anymore of her fluids. With a little push, her stream grew even stronger, now striking the leaves and splattering the floor around her boots. “Oooh~” Her legs went weak from the ecstasy she was feeling. She could hardly keep herself up so she squatted deeper, her cheeks widening as she straddled the sides of the pot to steady herself. “Ahh~ F-Fuck me~ This feels~” Her symphony of sighs continued, dripping with relief that was near orgasmic. “Sooo good~” Ayla leered at Harriet’s maidenhood, watching her douse the poor plant with a splattering of piss. Her cheeks grew redder, burning like hellfire. Harriet’s backside was delightfully plump, her rosy cheeks dripping with stray drops of pee that glistened in the candlelight. She knew it was wrong to watch another girl during such a personal moment, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. She watched every second of it, the sight of another girl pissing gleefully in her presence causing her own bladder to wince in envy. It was taunting; she felt helpless. Part of her wanted to rush over and join her, pulling down her knickers and hovering over the plant with her. The only thing Ayla could do was straddle the chair and press her maidenhood against the seat, squirming like a helpless child. It was as if she was torturing herself. To watch Harriet relieve herself with such unrestrained pleasure while she was confined to her seat, writing around, on the edge of soiling herself. It made her lower lips tremble and coupled with the pressure against her maidenly spot, she began to quiver with glee. Harriet was still not relieved. She must have held the whole of Lake Astana in her bladder to be pissing for so long. She was still going, her stream splattering noisily against the pool of piss where the soil could not soak up anymore. Her stream was growing weaker and she was beginning to feel empty. It was an orgasmic feeling, one that curled her lips in pleasure. With feverish fingers, she lowered herself down to the pot and seated herself atop it, barely hanging over the edge. Her pudgy thighs sank in the ceramic pot and her radiant cheeks, filling out the empty space, concealed her stream from Ayla’s leering eyes. But she could still hear it; a soft muffled splashing against an already large pool of piss. Her cheeks slowly spread as her butt sank into the pot, giving Ayla a rather… vivid view of her rear porthole, glistening with piss and winking with every shiver. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime had passed, there was silence again. Harriet’s stream died down to a few little trickles. The chamber’s smoky aroma was now polluted with a strong stench of fresh piss that steamed in the air. Ayla, with her bladder bulging and her heart battering against her chest, relished the silence. No longer could she be teased by the sights and sounds of Harriet pissing. That sound, the sloshing of her stream as it mingled with the already growing puddle in the pot had been as tantalizing as it had been taunting. It had given Ayla a feeling of ecstasy for all the wrong reasons. “Hmm~” Harriet concluded the ordeal with a soft sigh, a quiet little moan that told her that at last her bladder was empty. “That’s better~” She pushed herself up from the plant, letting her knickers flutter down her knees and rest atop her boots. A few dribbles still trickled from her spout. Now that it was all over, Harriet realized just how awkward of a situation it had been, not just for her but for Ayla, who had just witnessed her unleash a mighty flood into an unsuspecting pot of soil. Ayla sat, squirming, staring blankly at Harriet. “S-Sorry, I r-really needed that.” She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, feeling the little prickles of her hairs standing on end. She bent over to grab her knickers when she felt a cold damp patch between her cheeks. “A-Ayla, would you mind…” She spun her finger, gesturing for Ayla to turn around. “I need to wipe.” It took the fiery-haired girl a moment to register that she was gawking like a drunkard in a brothel. “Oh! OH! Ah! Sorry!” She averted her leering looks and buried her head back into the books pages. “I wish that was me over that plant…” She whispered. She heard Harriet approach the table. A hand reached past her and grabbed one of the napkins from their dinner. “S-Sorry… I just need this for… you know.” Cloth shuffled behind her. Ayla could imagine it, almost as if she could see it; Harriet’s wet cheeks being pushed back into her knickers, her fat, round cheeks barely contained by the cotton. She smiled sinfully and continued with her reading. Harriet appeared shortly after, strolling past the table with a spring in her step and taking her seat, leaving what she’d done in the pot to stew with the soil. Steam rose up from the soil. “I’m all done.” She said, curling her lips into a smile. She sounded fatigued, her breath was heavy and ragged, her cheeks red and glistening with sweat. “Ooh, you had no idea how good that felt.” She let out a moan and leant back in her seat, savouring the feeling of an empty bladder. Ayla ignored her. She couldn’t listen to Harriet talk about how good it felt. Maybe when she wasn’t on the brink of bursting it would be tolerable, but right now it just weighed down on her. “Hey is something up with you?” Harriet asked, prodding the cover of the spellbook with her wand. “You’ve been really quiet and you’re looking pale. You feeling ill?” With the unrelenting assault against her maidenhood, Ayla knew she couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. She pressed her hands atop her thighs and took a deep breath. “I… have to pee as well.” She whimpered, the shame of saying it aloud made her heart flutter. She could only stare down at her legs, watching her fidgeting thighs beneath her skirt. “Oh, Oh!” Harriet exclaimed as if she should’ve known. She perked up suddenly, leaning up and over the table. “How bad is it? Like is it pant-pissingly bad?” Ayla said nothing, letting her face, burning a bright ruby red, tell Harriet everything. “You idiot, you should’ve said something!” Harriet flailed her wand with scorn, furrowing her brows angrily. “You should go and do it in the plant pot if you’re about to piss yourself.” She gestured to the steaming pot with her wand. She shook her head furiously, refusing to entertain the idea. “There’s no need for that!” She protested. She brushed off the idea before Harriet could say another word. Being a Caravarni, Ayla was used to peeing in the bushes when nature called, but not like this. She couldn’t just squat down over a potted plant and relieve herself in it, especially when that potted plant belonged to her Mentor. The shame would never leave her, she’d be forced to live with it, knowing that plant had been moistened by her water. “I’ll be fine. I’m not too desperate.” She put on a fake smile and confidently brushed her fiery-hair out of her eyes to mask the urgency that was slowly chipping away at her. The pressure in her bladder was swelling, the soft bulge that protruded from her stomach had grown and it felt like she was about to explode. For now, Ayla buried her head back in her spellbook and tried to resume reading. This time she read quicker, practically skimming the pages. And then, after only a minute of reading, Ayla found exactly what she was looking for. As if the words on the page lit up, the passage she had desperately sought was right before her eyes. “Of course.” Ayla muttered, smacking her cheek in disbelief. “It’s Sentient Shadow!” She looked up at Harriet, eyes glowing and a bright smile. “The riddle - part of it is the summoning words of Sentient Shadow!” It was so obvious, so blatant that even the most novice of Magi would know it without the aid of a spellbook. No wonder Sidmere had her reading these books religiously. For that she smacked herself again. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” Harriet threw her head back and stared blankly at the ceiling. “Of course! Shadows can only be seen with light and the moving under control thing.” She didn’t sound half as disappointed as Ayla. “Well, we’ve got the answer and you need to piss, right? Go show that stupid lock!” She cheered, clenching her fist. Were it not for her body’s cries for relief, she would’ve sat and read the passage over to make sure she was correct. But she had grown so full, so desperate beyond belief that she’d have to forgo any thorough research. She was close to soiling herself and as her body waned in strength until she felt weak she was holding herself on sheer willpower alone. She was growing hot, her whole body, but mostly between her legs, was burning. She’d grown jittery, her whole body shaking in an effort to keep herself moving. It was the only thing that staved off the growing pressure that welled between her legs. As quick as her feeble form would allow her Ayla pushed her chair back and hopped to her feet, slamming her legs closed and doubled over as the pressure hit her. “Hnng!” She hissed, her whole body tightening. Fearing that rushing would be more than her bulging bladder could bear, she dragged her feet across the floor, walking slowly, stiffly, forced to embrace the feeling of her fluids sloshing around inside of her. She dragged herself before the door. Her whole body was trembling like the cold had gotten to her. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek. It may have been a tear for all she knew. She squeezed her legs together to relieve the tension on the aching muscles between her thighs and stood up straight, head raised and brandishing a fierce look of determination painted over her weak, feverish expression. There wasn’t much she could do to ease the stress on her lower half. She prayed her tight form would be enough to deter even the smallest dribble. It hurt, the pain she was feeling with every passing second grew more intense. She felt fit to burst at the seams, her lower stomach spasmed and her legs shook. Her cheeks burned, cooled only by beads of sweat. Her lower lips quivered, dripping with sweat from the shakes. In the back of her mind Ayla heard this little voice that begged her to give up, telling her to collapse and let it all out just so she could bask in the warm relief that would follow. No. She wouldn’t allow it. “H-Heroes do not soil themselves.” She whispered a reassuring mantra to herself. All that stood between her and the warm, welcoming embrace of a lavatory seat was the lock Nidley had put in place. That lock, which hung from the door silently, half-covered by darkness, was the great beast to be slain. She ignored everything she was feeling, pushing it to the back of her mind so she could focus only on getting the door open. For a few moments she would have to endure the screaming in her head. She stood still, enjoying the heat from her thighs as they rubbed desperately against one another. With a low guttural groan the lock awakened and again offered its riddle. “Answer this rrrriddle…” Before it could speak, a twinge, no a strike from her bladder rocked Ayla between her thighs. It was so intense that she lashed out, stamping the floor with her foot and biting her lip, chewing down on it. “Hnnn…” You’re Sentient Shadow!” She screamed, forsaking decency and grabbing herself between the legs, fingering herself with an iron-clad grasp. “You’re the malformation spell Sentient Shadow.” She took a deep breath in the narrow hope of composing herself. “NOW OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!” Silence fell on the study, the whole chamber growing eerily quiet. The air was still. Ayla stood frozen, legs crossed and fear dripping from her body. She clenched her fists tightly, nails digging into her palm as a horrendous wave washed over her, striking her walls with enough force that she thought she was going to give in and flood her clothes. She endured it, though she feared it was not without repercussions. The seat of her knickers felt surprisingly damp. “You arrrre corrrrect.” The lock answered and clicked. The small latch wrapped around the door undid itself and the lock fell from the handle. Finally, it was over. Ayla cheered. She reached out to kick the lock aside and almost instantly realized that was not her wisest move. The only thing holding back her water was the pressure from her legs squeezing together. As her legs parted, her bladder seized the moment. A hot spurt leaked into her knickers, dampening her crotch. “Aah!” She whimpered, bending over and clamping her hands against her lower lips. She felt another spurt spill onto the tips of her fingers. “Ayla, are you okay?” Her antics had drawn Harriet’s attention. “You can make it on your own, right?” “Haa~ I’m fine. I’ve… just been sitting too long. Legs have fallen asleep.” She replied with a poorly convincing smile. I’m about to pee! I’m about to pee! I’M ABOUT TO PEE! “I’m going for a wee and then I’ll be back.” That small leak had given her a taste of the relief she sorely needed. With that first dribble Ayla could feel herself giving in. The soft spot between her legs burned like hellfire, her lips quivered beyond control and she could feel herself losing control; her walls widening for a larger flood that was pushing closer to the cotton of her knickers. She waddled forward and slammed her hand against the door handle, the cold brass chilling her sweaty palm was a victory of its own. She threw the door open, staring down the long stone corridor. Just a short walk, a minute at most. She could make it. She took her first step out, but as she did, another hot spurt burst from between her legs. At first Ayla didn’t care. She was determined to brave the short walk to the lavatory, but then there was another spurt, and another, and another. The fourth spurt soaked the seat of her knickers but it didn’t stop there. It came rushing out, a continuous hot flood that poured from between her lower lips like beer from a tap. “N-No…” Ayla whimpered, sliding down to her knees. It was over. A well thought battle of wills but in the end it was Ayla who lost. Sinking to the floor, Ayla gave up and let it happen, letting her knickers flood. A long hot stream poured from her lower lips, splattering against the seat of her knickers. Her maidenly forest grew wet, soaking through, her hair wet and clinging to her knickers. The relief was tremendous, sheer bliss that filled every inch of her body as her pee filled her knickers. She felt her bladder shrink with every passing second as it all poured out of her like a dam had burst. “Ahh~ Ahh~ Ooh~” She moaned, feeling a stronger wave of pleasure shooting through her whole body. It made her shudder. She bit her lip, stifling a heavenly moan. The cotton of her knickers grew heavy as they struggled to hold anymore of her piss. It kept coming and coming, a long unending stream. Her whole lower half was sopping wet and warm. Piss pooled in the seat of her knickers, the warmth spreading to her backside. She could feel the dampness against her anus, which twitched as her muscles tried, and failed, to tense up in an effort to stop her stream. It was like a reflex, her whole body trying to seize up, and struggling to stop her stream. Finally, when the cotton of her knickers could hold no more, Ayla felt her thighs starting to grow wet, and quickly after her shins. Her pee ran through her knickers, dribbling along the soft skin of her thighs and raining down to her knees. It didn’t stop, the streaks of piss that ran down her thighs quickly became one long downpour clinging to her thighs and dripping onto the floor, forming a large steaming lake around her. Ayla lost count of how long it had been. It must’ve been at least forty seconds. Forty long seconds of pissing into her knickers, helpless to stop it. Forty long seconds of near orgasmic relief that had her head high in the heavens. It was sheer bliss. Finally, it was over. A lake of steaming piss was slowly growing around her, her entire lower half had been soaked, her bare legs glistening in the light, and the faint bulge of her bladder had receded. It was finally over. “Ha… Ha… Ha…” Ayla moaned between ragged breaths. She sat motionless on the ground, sitting in the puddle of pee she had produced. Her thighs and butt were soaking wet. Slowly, her legs drifted apart and she felt on her backside, gaining a warm unwelcomed refreshment in the waiting wetness beneath her. Once the relief had settled, reality set in. So did the humiliation. Where a warm fuzzy feeling had her feeling better, reassuring her that at least she knew relief, a numbing coldness had set in. Ayla dropped her head in shame and glared at the large puddle surrounding her. She had done that; a lake and it had all come from her. The air was hot with the stench of fresh piss. Steam rose, shrouding her. Her sopping wet legs were quickly growing cold. Ayla had no words to say. She wanted to cry, to thrust her head against her pillow and hide away from the world. A grown girl, a hero, and she had soiled herself like a child. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her. She felt herself being lifted up from the floor. She watched the puddle grow smaller as she was lifted to her feet. Trickles dripped from her thighs, landing with a splash in her piss. “Addilyn?” Harriet whispered softly in her ear. She used her full name, which was a rare occurrence. It made Ayla feel worse. “Are you okay?” “I w-wet myself.” Ayla stammered. She felt a tear running down her cheek. “I’m a grown girl, a Guild Apprentice, and I wet myself…” “I-It’s okay.” Harriet comforted her, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. Ayla’s wet legs brushed against Harriet’s skirt and she could feel her skirt soaking up the wetness. “It happens to the best of us, r-right?” The trembling in her voice told Ayla that Harriet was lost for words. Suddenly, Ayla pushed herself against Harriet and buried her face into her shoulder. “I actually wet myself…” She sobbed, pushing her face deeper into Harriet’s shirt. The darkness made it easier to hide her shame. She wrapped her arms around Harriet for comfort, feeling at ease as Harriet returned her hug. Knowing that Harriet didn’t mind as she pushed her wet legs against her made her feel at ease. She felt safe, secure when Harriet put her arms around her, like the world disappeared and there was nobody else but Harriet and herself. “There’s no need to worry.” Harriet told her, pulling her closer and whispering softly in her ear. “I’m not going to tell a soul, of course I’m not.” And then inspiration struck. She pulled herself away from Ayla and rushed to get her wand. “In fact, nobody has to know!” She twirled the wand. “W-What do you mean?” Ayla squeaked, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’ve been practicing a vanishing spell, Haven’t I?” She again twirled her wand and pointed it at the puddle of piss. “I think now would be a good time to use it!” That made Ayla feel a tad better, or at least enough for her to smile. “Will it work?” Harriet nodded. “Of course it will. If it’s smaller than my own weight I can make it disappear. I think that’s less than my own weight.” She said with a playful giggle. “Just watch as I show you how a true illusionist works.” With a swish and a flick Harriet raised the wand to the tip of her chin. She stood over the puddle, tapping the air with her wand. She needed to examine everything about the item she wished to vanish: The size, the smell, the texture. Everything. She measured the shape, the small streaks that spread from the puddle. Next she measured the volume and colour. “Fucking hell.” She muttered under her breath. “She was really holding it in.” “What are you doing?” Ayla asked. She stood behind Harriet, tapping her fingers against each other. She’d never known a Magi use a vanishing spell and she didn’t quite understand why Harriet was stood staring into a puddle of her pee. Her thighs were starting to feel clammy now that her pee was beginning to dry. Her maidenhood felt damp and sticky. The smell of piss in the air began to turn, growing cold and stale. All she could do was rub her legs together and try to ignore the discomfort. “Okay.” Harriet took a deep breath and raised the tip of her wand. She channeled a sliver of magical energy into her wand. The tip began to glow as the energy collected, illuminating the air with a purple light. “Okay.” She repeated, taking another breath. With a sudden flick, as if slashing through the air, Harriet thrust her wand diagonally in front of her. The air that touched the tip of her wand began to shimmer purple, leaving a hovering tear. Ayla’s pee too began to glow a sparkling purple. She raised the wand up, and mimicking her movements the puddle lifted from the floor. Little droplets of pee danced in the air, following the motions of Harriet’s wand. “How cool is this, huh?” She said, waving the wand around and making the droplets dance. “I-It’s pretty impressive.” Ayla said with burning cheeks as she watched her pee dance in the air. “Even if I do this?” Harriet giggled and directed the floating droplets toward Ayla. “Ah!” Ayla yelped, leaping backwards and narrowly avoiding the drops of pee Harriet directed toward her. “Harriet! Will you please just make it disappear!” “Alright.” She huffed, moving her wand in the opposite direction. “Ready?” For the grand finale Harriet lifted her wand high above her head, as high as she could reach. She let it hover above her and then, in a single motion, brought it down. All the droplets hovering in the air came down, crashing against the floor. The air exploded, erupting in a burst of magical energy. The light was blinding. Both girls recoiled, shielding their eyes from the overwhelming purple light. Once the light had vanished, Ayla peered up. The first thing she noticed was that the puddle was gone. The floor was clean, spotless as if nothing had happened. “Woah!” Ayla couldn’t believe it. Harriet’s spell had worked. “It really worked?” She took a step forward and looked down. It was really gone; No more pee, no puddle, no foul smell. “It really worked! Thank you, Harriet! Thank you! Thank you!” “It’s no problem.” The arrogant Magi twirled and tapped her head with her wand, striking a pose. “It’s a great little spell to have.” “It is! Where did-” Ayla paused as a sudden cold spell took her by surprise. A whispering wind fluttered beneath her dress and she could feel it right against her lower lips. “Did it get cold all of a sudden?” She reached down to grab the hem of her dress, but instead she only grabbed air. “What… WAH!” Ayla shrieked. Her skirt was missing, and just that, her knickers had vanished too. “Where’s my… and my… AHH! Look away!” She continued to scream, turning her back to Harriet. “You know I can still see your arse.” Harriet said lewdly, giggling. “IT’S NOT FUNNY HARRIET! DID YOU VANISH MY SKIRT!?” She continued to scream, fuming to the point her whole body was glowing red. “I didn’t mean to!” Harriet tried to defend herself while masking a snicker. “You’ve got a really cute arse, haven’t you? How have I never noticed that?” It was round, soft and shapely, a proper girl’s arse. “Harriet!” Ayla shrieked, thrusting her hands behind her to try and hide her butt. “What am I supposed to do? This is your fault, you know! How am I going to explain to Nidley or Sidmere that I’m not wearing a skirt? Or underwear for that matter!?” The thought of explaining this to her Mentor made her go weak at the knees with worry. There was no way this could be happening. “Alright! Alright! Ehh… well, the door is open. Just rush out to your bunk and grab a clean pair of skivvies.” She suggested, sounding proud of the idea. Ayla could only huff at the idea. “How am I meant to walk the halls like this? No! Don’t turn around, you already know what’s wrong!” “Okay, I know what to do.” Harriet shrugged her shoulders. “I guess there’s only one thing for it.” She hooked her hands beneath her skirt and undid it. Her skirt fluttered to the floor and she stood before Ayla with her skivvies proudly on show. There was a small dribble of pee from where she hadn’t wiped after using the plant. “Here put these on.” She said, offering her skirt to Ayla.” She took Harriet’s skirt and held it in her hands. It was warm with a faint smell of lavender, Harriet’s favourite scent. “You want me to wear your skirt?” She looked up, tilting her head like a confused puppy. “Well I won’t need it if I’m staying here. And I at least have my knickers to cover up my pride and joy.” She thrust her hips forward, showing off her knickers. “F-Fine. Turn around and let me change then.” While Harriet stood with her back turned, Ayla quickly put on the skirt. It was loose-fitting around her slender figure, which wasn’t a surprise. Harriet had always been pudgy around her waist. She pulled the skirt up and fastened the belt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She sighed, adjusting the skirt. “It’ll be fine. Everybody is out in town getting pissed anyway. Just run back to your bunk, grab a clean pair of kegs and get back here.” Ayla rushed to the door, stopping at it and turning back. She turned around and with a glowing smile thanked Harriet. “T-Thanks for doing that for me, Harriet.” She said warmly. “No problem, little sis’.” She replied with a warm smile. “Now go get changed, and give your bits a rinse in the restroom too.” Once Ayla had vanished down the hall, Harriet sank down into a nearby chair and sighed. “Fucking hell what a night.” She said, resting her eyes. She swung forward and looked over to the plant pot in the corner, running her fingers through her hair and grimacing. “How the fuck will I explain to Master Sidmere that I took a piss in his plant?”
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    Throwing myself onto the bed, finally home from adult school. But I have to study a lot so there is no time to relax. I get onto the bed and take my folder, it says "wild" and I guess... well, I pull up my leg and dangle my shoe nonchalantly dipping into it when you hear a familiar, warm, wet, delicious noise... my thong is getting dark, because it's a hissing noise from my tiny peehole which is buried between my soft pink lips and making it's way to the outside, my pee is creating this exciting, arousing noise. I turn around nonchalantly, just changing studying position you know...but my skirt comes up and you can see my full, round, tight asscheeks. I am still in shape I'd say. Pee is flowing into my mattress, the bed gets a wet stain. Now look closely. Look at the sprinkling pee, the sparkles of light reflecting between my legs and the bed... there are streams of piss leaving my panty, hot and naughty, soaking into the bed. I can't care for that because I have to study. You know that I have to study, so don't look at me like that. Ah you are right.. it did turn me on to be naughtly like that while you were watching. Fair enough, I want my white blouse wet as well now. I just want to pee on it... and the shoes. These cute pink ballet flats.. they deserve some pee, as do the knee high socks.

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    Home from a bicycle race session, I fall on the bed with a full bladder. I still drink a lot of water, because I am very thirsty. I have been thirsty and drinking throughout the cycling. I need to pee badly but I can't get up, so I hope the cushion in the bicycle pants soaks up the pee. Forget it. There is a huge gusher of pee unloading into the pants and the oversoak. A big puddle on the bed, all around my ass and even further.. I soaked the blanket as well. So much warm pee. The spandex pants were no match. They are so wet that I peel them up to my knees in a sexy position. I am bare underneath of course. What a flood and very loud hissing

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    Hey. Listen. Everyone has been there. Even people without this fetish have felt shameful or shy when they first started developing sexually. It's natural. Something happened to you a long time ago that linked pee holding with your sexuality. It's not a bad thing, it doesn't make you some sort of deviant, it isn't your fault. Sexuality or the lack thereof is an absolutely MASSIVE part of any person's identity. Everybody is unique. Just like people need to accept the fact that they're gay, or transgender, or bisexual, ect before they can live a healthy life, you need to accept that you have a desperation fetish and that it will always be a part of you. You can't hide from it, you can't override it, you can't block it out. You need to embrace it for your own wellbeing or you will never feel fulfilled. The main thing here is that it isn't a big deal. A lot of guys are into it, and any decent person will respect you with or without the fetish. Anyone who doesn't is not worth your attention. To summarize: You are who you are. Love yourself and all your quirks. There is nothing wrong with this, there is nothing wrong with you.
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    From the album: Digital art

    Just wanted to draw a bit of bondage and omo.
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    You are wearing cute panties and playing with toys on the floor. You turn around and your butt is facing the camera. We see you pee in your panties. Then you pee in them too. Then you start crying and say you need to be changed.

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    She is amazing! https://mobile.twitter.com/pissqu33n https://onlyfans.com/pissqu33n
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    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."
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    Pokemon are pretty easy and I was able to kinda make this one work, so here you go! I have a lot of difficulty with human faces, so not sure if I could do a good job with that, sorry.
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    View File (Youtube) Diaper Girl There was a channel on Youtube simply called "Diaper Girl". She uploaded several vids but of course eventually got banned, but here are her vids I saved before she got taken down. She uploaded a couple more, but i didn't get to them in time :c hope you all enjoy these at least! Submitter Hooded-Plush Submitted 11/12/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  
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    (A/N: At long last, the second half is finally done!) The Pressure to Pamper: One Enduring Day Part 2 The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Sake and the NoMaKo developer for editing A sunny day with warm weather. A pleasant breeze gently cooling the hairs of her tail. Good food and a warm picnic cloth to sit on. Last but not least, special magic wards set up around the park so nobody would see or disturb the two fox girls out in broad daylight. By all accounts, it should have been the perfect recipe for an ideal afternoon at the park. Unfortunately for Senko, even the best days can’t be enjoyed when you’re too busy trying not to pee yourself. Sitting atop her legs on the picnic cloth with her knees in front, Senko kept her eyes on Nakano as he sipped from a cup of tea. There was a good reason why her hands were hidden underneath the tail curled around her torso. "Ah…" Nakano sighed as the cup left his lips. "You always make such good tea, Senko-san." He looked over to her with a smile. "I'm… glad to hear you like it!" Senko smiled in return. She prayed there was not a trace of tension on her face, for there was certainly a lot of it down below. “Yeah, Senko does make the best tea in the spirit world,” Shiro said, also seated with her hands beneath her white tail. “You know, I feel that the girl who makes the tea should be the one who enjoys the most of it." She leaned in with a coy grin. "So how about you help yourself to the last cup?" "Er…" Senko looked away, her face twitching. She and Shiro had been keeping up with drinking tea even out here with Nakano. At this point, she had enough to make her not want any tea for at least a week, her bladder proving a constant and painful reminder of such. "Hmm? That's… strangely nice of you, Shiro-san," said Nakano. "Hey, I can be courteous and caring and all that stuff, too!" Shiro crossed her arms and huffed. A second later, her eyes opened and hands went back under her tail. "...R-regardless, the one who makes tea for others should never take most of it for themselves. It's very inconsiderate," said Senko. "You should have the last cup, Shiro. You are our guest for today, after all." "No!" Shiro yelled, only to look away rather sheepishly. "I mean, I'm good. Fried tofu and sweet rice balls always fill me up like crazy." Senko frowned. As far as lies went, that had to be the most obvious one Shiro had told yet. "Hmm… well, I have an idea." Nakano grabbed the pitcher and poured it into his cup, helping himself to what remained of the tea. Senko wanted to smile in the little relief this brought her, but then saw Shiro looking rather worriedly at Nakano. "Hmm?" Nakano stopped drinking, his face going blank. "Kuroto? What's wrong?" asked Senko. What has Shiro done now? "Er, it's a bit embarrassing, but…" He looked away with an awkward smile while his free hand moved to between his crossed legs. "Is there a restroom nearby? It just hit me all of a sudden." "Restroom?" Perhaps out of sympathy, Senko felt another wave of pressure from her bladder, forcing her to suppress a wince. "Um, not to worry! I remember we passed one on the way here. I'll take you right there!" She stood up, gritting her teeth from the sudden shift in pressure causing her more pain, and took Nakano's hand. "Come on, this way!" "I… better come, too," said Shiro, only barely hiding her own pain as she got to her feet. "Just to… make sure he makes it to the bathroom and such." And that I don't use it. Senko guessed that's what Shiro wanted to say. Then again, maybe she was going to call it quits and use the toilet herself. Wishful thinking, maybe, but the sooner the contest was over, the better. No matter what, Nakano came first. Senko pulled him along, quickly but not so much that it would upset his bladder too much. That, and she couldn't walk that fast without upsetting her own. It was tough to walk without her own legs wanting to squeeze together. She wouldn't dare try that with him in plain sight, but it remained oh-so-tempting of an idea for the whole walk. As Senko promised, they reached the park’s facilities within a minute. Upon reaching the divide between the men’s and women’s rooms, Nakano broke free of her grasp and rushed inside, muttering only a quick “Thank you, Senko-san!” along the way. "Be sure to clean up after yourself!" she yelled before he disappeared around the walls. Now free from his sight, Senko rubbed a knee over her other leg, a mere moment of reprieve she would gladly take. "Pfft, I knew humans had small bladders, but I didn't think they were that small," remarked Shiro. "How do they get anything done if they're running to the toilet all the time?" "Shiro…" Senko turned around to face her. "Kuroto is not the kind of person to wait until the last minute to use the bathroom. His need completely caught him off guard." "Yeah, so what?" Senko's eyes narrowed. "I saw the look you gave him when he reached for the last cup of tea. You weren't just disappointed that I didn't drink it, were you?" "W-what do you mean? You think I had something to do with it? I… I don't have control over that!" Her eyes darted back and forth. It only took a couple seconds of being under Senko's disapproving, unamused gaze for Shiro to cross her arms and groan. "Ugh, fine, I confess. I might have gotten impatient and wanted to get this contest over with, so I…” “You what?” “While you were making tofu and stuff, I grabbed some of that powder from the spirit world that makes you have to pee, and sprinkled some of it in the tea pitcher.” “U-uyan!?” Senko was beginning to worry her face was going to be stuck in a permanent shocked expression if these surprises kept up. “Shiro, how could you be so irresponsible? No wonder Kuroto had to go all of a sudden!" Not to mention she tried to cheat! "Hey, I made sure it wasn't poisonous to humans or anything like that. Plus, I had to drink it, too. It was all in the same pitcher." Shiro punctuated by crossing her legs and squeezing her fists. "This stuff works like crazy, gotta admit." Seeing her rival in a desperate state was a little comforting. If only she hadn't just been told she'd been drinking diuretic-laced tea this whole time. That bit of knowledge was enough to shake her resolve a good bit. Her bloated bladder was only going to become more so, and much faster than ever. In her moment of weakness, Senko found her eyes drifting over to the doorway leading into the ladies' room. Within seconds, she could be in there putting this problem behind her, or rather underneath her into a toilet, and very forcefully at that. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Senko gasped and turned to Shiro. In hindsight, she probably should have expected this. "It's right there," she continued, motioning to the ladies room. "All you have to do is plant yourself on one of the seats inside, and your troubles will be all over. You know you want to!” As much as she didn't want to admit, Senko didn't know if she could refuse Shiro's offer a second time. Her muscles ached so much, practically begging her to let go and relieve herself of all that pain, pressure, and pee. She already was imagining herself running in there, getting into position, and- "Eep!" Shiro's squeak ended her vision before it could go too far. Senko looked over and found that her junior had suddenly gone rigid, her cheeks turning a light red with her hands firmly at the sides of her closed legs. Once again, a spark of hope lit up in Senko's mind. Was Shiro about to make herself lose? There wasn't any urine on the ground or outside her clothes, but it was unlikely that she hadn't let out a little bit just now. Maybe she just needed a little extra push in the right direction. "Shiro, please." Senko lifted a hand in concern. "You really shouldn't hold it in any longer. Go ahead and-" "No!" Shiro interrupted, putting on her biggest determined face yet. "I… I'm not doing anything until you go first!" "Go where?" "Uyan!?" Senko and Shiro stood upright with blank faces at Nakano. Even fox spirits could be startled by humans when distracted by a full bladder. "Um, uh…" The girls' eyes darted about. "Go… back home!" Shiro declared in a forced grin. "You… want to go back home?" asked Nakano. "Um, Shiro was just talking about wanting to play video games with you. She's been practicing all day," said Senko. "Really? I don't think you'd have to practice to beat me. You're already way better than I am." "Yeah, what are you talking abou-" Shiro gasped, then immediately put on a cocky grin. "I mean, I need to remind you humans who the real gaming masters are, lest you forget!" "Er…" Nakano rubbed the back of his head. "Alright, we can head home now if that's what you want." "Mm! Then we better pack up our picnic and be on our way," said Senko. She smiled, but was disappointed on the inside. Bursting bladder aside, it was a pretty pleasant time. She'd have to arrange another picnic someday, preferably without any distracting contests to worry about. Thus, all three departed from the restrooms with only one emptied bladder among them. Senko and Shiro may have been all smiles as they walked with Nakano, but they were anything but happy on the inside. The contest, and resulting agony and stress, would continue on for a while yet, and all they could do was hope the other girl would give out first. “Mmm… Nngh… Uyan...” These were the kinds of noises Senko and Shiro made to themselves as they walked behind Nakano. With every step and sway of their hips, their bursting bladders let off another pulse of pain, a constant reminder that release would be happening soon whether they liked it or not. Senko knew she was approaching her very limits. This pressure felt very much like it did on that night, shortly before she jumped up to run to the bathroom and disaster struck. They weren’t even halfway back to the apartment when Senko decided she had had enough. The toilet would be her first destination whether she won this contest or not. Speaking of, she looked at Shiro, who grit her teeth and clenched her fists as she walked with a very stilted gait. Senko wasn't sure exactly how this girl was able to hold so much in that small frame of hers, but the fact that she had managed to last so long was an accomplishment in itself. Shiro deserved to win this contest, even if she would gloat about it for the next century or so. At least it would be over soon, either way. As they all rounded the block, Nakano's apartment finally appeared before them. With relief in sight, Senko felt a powerful urge to break into a sprint to the toilet, held back only by her dwindling self-restraint. At her side, she could have sworn Shiro muttered something under her breath. Senko didn't know if it was all that important now; her mind was only focused on one thing. The short walk to the stairs felt like a mile, every step being agony on her overtaxed groin muscles. Slowly but surely, however, they were getting closer. She just had to keep her focus on the back of Nakano's head as he walked forward, leading the way to the stairs, where he would head up, unlock the front door, and then… Why was he stopping in front of the steps? "Er, Kuroto?" asked Senko, trying her hardest to not sound pained. "Is something the matter?" "Hey, we didn't say you could stop moving!" said Shiro. Nakano paused to take a breath before turning to face them. "Before we head up, could I ask what's been going on with you two?" "Eep!” Both Senko and Shiro’s faces lit up in panic for just a moment. “W-what do you mean?" asked Senko. "You've both been acting off ever since I came home early. I thought maybe I was imagining things, but even at the park, your behavior was… not normal." "Y-you're just imagining things," said Shiro. "Trying to stall me from beating you at video games again. Now move it!" "I just want to know if everything is okay. I didn't interrupt something important between you, did I?" "N-no!" blurted Senko. "Not at all. The truth is… um, well…" In a rare moment, Senko had not thought out anything before she spoke. She couldn’t tell him the truth, but despised lying to him as well; even if she didn’t, there was little chance she could think up a convincing fib so quickly and with such a distracted mind. Seconds passed like hours in the ensuing awkward silence, with Senko internally begging for anything to change and get them out of there. It was a wish she would regret making. "Gah!" "Uyan!" It was like a switch suddenly flipped on both Senko and Shiro. Their facades broke in an instant as a spurt dribbled from between both sets of legs, hitting the pavement at their feet. Their hands crammed into their groins and tails stuck straight up and frayed out like startled cats. "G-girls!? What's going on?" asked an incredulous Nakano. "Aah, I can’t! It’s c-coming now!” Shiro whined. “T-toilet!” said Senko. At once, both girls rushed past Nakano, leaving him in confusion as they climbed the stairs as fast as they could. The contest didn't matter a single bit to either kitsune anymore. All they knew was they were moments from peeing and needed to get to the bathroom post-haste. Climbing the last flight of stairs, Senko and Shiro bolted for the door to Nakano's apartment. Only now did they realize that he was the one with the key to let them in, but they simply didn't have time to wait. A more magical approach would have to do. Not even breaking stride, Senko and Shiro ran at full speed towards the locked door. Rather than smack right into it, they passed straight through with a glow of light, the portals closing behind them just as their tails pulled through. Nakano's dark and quiet front room greeted both of them. The bathroom door was just a few meters away. With true relief only a little further, neither of them wasted any time in taking a step forward. "Aah!" It seemed the strain of utilizing magic proved a little too much for their bladders. Another dribble escaped from them, going into Senko's undergarments and onto Shiro's leg. Worse still, it wouldn’t stop for either of them, continuing to slowly leak out. It was coming whether they liked it or not, and all they could control was where it happened. Senko was the first to rush forward, slipping out of her sandals with ease. Shiro followed just behind, leaving a faint trail of piddle as she ran. Despite the pain and extra spurt into her undergarments, Senko lifted a hand from her groin and pulled the toilet door open, throwing herself inside. "W-wait, Senko!" She saw Shiro's beet-red and desperate face mere inches from her before slamming the door shut. "Sorry, one at a time!" Senko yelled. "No, you can't!" Shiro pounded on the door, feeling the hand in her crotch growing wetter by the second. "Senkooooo, please! I can't… I, I'm gonna…" She never finished the sentence. Instead, her voice petered into a squeak, for that was the exact moment that what little hold she had left finally gave out. Without any undergarments, there was nothing to absorb any of the tidal wave of gold that burst forth. A loud hiss immediately formed as her skirt and hand became drenched with warm, staining urine. Streams and drops fell from everywhere they could, running down her legs clenched from the knees up, and then raining onto the floor with a thunderous volume. Her purple thigh-high socks grew dark from several streaks of pee running all the way to her feet. A large puddle quickly formed on the tile underneath her, ensuring the bottoms of her feet were thoroughly soaked. Despite the gross warmth, strong smell, and distinct sounds all over her lower half, Shiro could not believe what was happening at first. A demigod fox peeing herself? Impossible! Even with all her close calls before, the last time she had an accident was centuries ago as a little kid. But she wasn't a kid anymore, she was the Great Shiro! How could this plan of hers ever go so wrong? But, as her bladder continued to empty and tarnish everything below the belt, Shiro felt the weight of her failure sap away the strength in her legs. Her hand slid down the door as she slowly collapsed onto her knees, the fronts of her socks becoming saturated in the puddle. Even worse, her tail drooped to the floor, where it proceeded to absorb some of the puddle into its white fur. Her vision became blurred with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She would remain here for the rest of her accident, panting and whimpering while her hand firmly remained on her groin, as though there was any chance she could regain control of herself. "Ha… ah… ooohhhhh…." On the other side of the door, Senko felt her hold slipping away further, the urine now seeping through her panties and falling onto the floor. She was out of time, and turning her head to look at the squat toilet, the promise of relief only made her leak widen that much more. With all the strength she could muster, Senko waddled over to the heavenly waters, every step feeling like wet agony as she had to push herself to keep it in for just that little bit longer. By the time she reached the last step before the toilet, she could feel a drop running down the side of each leg, giving her more reason than ever to whimper and worry. Even with pee dribbling out of her, Senko paused for just a moment at the toilet, gathering up the last of her energy for the proper maneuver she needed to execute. At the same time, she set her left foot to the side of the toilet, then the right, so she stood directly over the bowl. Her next step was to quickly lift her dress and grab at her underwear, bringing them down as she squatted in one fluid motion. She pulled her hands away from her groin, the front of her skirt having a faint wet spot, and reached for the sides to do just that. "Eh!?" Perhaps it was the result of holding on for far too long, or the stress of the last few days, or simply knowing it wouldn't have mattered all that much. No matter the reason, the moment Senko was over the toilet, her body seemingly felt this was good enough. The strength in her legs fell away to the bare minimum, just enough to keep her standing, but not enough to lower into a squat. Her arms locked in place as well, keeping her long skirt somewhat lifted and pulled to the sides. At the same time, what little hold her groin was still managing finally gave out, Senko's long-awaited pee began in earnest. The little dribble that had been leaking out of her panties bloomed into a strong and chaotic spray, golden water all but flying out in every downward direction possible. An impressive splatter of drops and streams crashed into the waters below, replacing the transparent blue with murky yellow within seconds. A cacophony of splashing and hissing hit her ears, nearly drowning out her own panting. Alas, the bowl was not the only thing to be graced by the divine waters of a demigod. For as much pee was going into the water, just as much splattered against the sides, forming small puddles on each end. This included the rivulets running down Senko's legs, coating bare skin with a pungent warmth that especially offended her honed sense of smell. Her white socks became damp and stained, clinging to the bottoms of her feet as they pooled around. Even her skirt, lifted and pulled away, was not fully spared from wayward drops. Looking down and watching it all from above, Senko couldn’t escape it; this “barely made it” pee of hers was just as much of an accident. Despite her very best, she was still defiling herself and the floor beneath her, the gross sensations of her unfortunate night back in full force. That some of it happened to hit its target offered only a slight amount of comfort. The sole silver lining she could really see was that Nakano was not here to witness it this time. This moment of shame was happening in private, at least for the time being. Senko lowered her head and closed her eyes, letting out a moan expressing equal amounts of relief and disgrace. That awful pressure was finally leaving her, but not in a way that was even slightly acceptable for her. Once again, she was gonna have to clean up an embarrassing liquid, and she had no one to blame but herself. Well, maybe Shiro was a little at fault, but Senko was still the one who had agreed to this ridiculous idea. In a way, this was exactly the punishment she deserved for taking part in such a crude, undignified contest. Her eyes did not open again until she felt the last of her pee being pushed out, the spray below dying away like a faucet being turned off. The bathroom became quiet, with only the sounds of the occasional drop falling into the bowl and Senko’s labored breath breaking the silence. It was hard to judge, but if Senko had to guess, this pee would have dwarfed her other accident had it all been on the floor. But that was hardly important. All Senko knew was she felt gross, humiliated, exhausted, and ashamed, wanting to run and hide away forever. She couldn't do that, though; she was a pampering fox, and would complete her duties no matter how awful she felt. First, she would have to clean herself, just enough to track as little pee as possible. Senko pulled off her socks and panties, shook her skirt loose of any drops, and wiped her legs and crotch as dry as she could. She was still far from presentable, especially now that she was going commando, but it would do until she got this mess cleaned up. At least my tail didn't get wet this time… Something else got wet, though: her bare foot, as it stepped on the tile just before the door. A shiver went from her foot up her spine, but it wasn't until she looked down that the shock really hit. Below her was a puddle of yellow, pooling in from under the door. Suddenly, Senko remembered the other girl bursting for the bathroom. She pulled the door open, knowing what to expect, but being horrified all the same. There was Shiro, kneeling in a massive puddle of her own making and looking as though she could cry at the drop of a hat. If Senko needed more reason to feel bad about today, looking into her junior’s broken eyes would accomplish just that. It only got worse. The sound of a door opening pulled her attention again. There was Nakano, looking as confused as ever, even more so when his eyes drifted to the fox sitting in her pee that practically touched both opposing walls, such was its spread. Senko could only look like a kid being caught by their parents after making a big mess. She hadn't thought at all about how she was going to explain this to him. It was hard to even think straight with the smell and cling of waste on her. She needed more time, if only for the shock to settle. "K-Kuroto," she said with a shaky voice. "Senko-san, what happened here?" He asked, walking up to them. "Wait." She held up a hand, bringing him to a stop. "I promise I will explain everything, but I need to get everything cleaned up first." Nakano looked between the two girls, seeing not just Shiro's obvious mess, but Senko's lack of socks and wet patch on her skirt, along with the shame in her eyes. He nodded and said, "Okay. Do what you need to. I'll be out here if you need me." Still so understanding, even when faced with a big mess. There was a reason why Senko chose to look after him. "Thank you," she said and bowed, then turned and gently grabbed Shiro by the shoulders. "Come on, you should head straight to the bath. I'll join you once I've mopped up our messes." "S-so wet. So gross…" Shiro mumbled as she was pulled up to her shaky legs. It was only now that she noticed her tail feeling a bit heavier and leaving a trail of drips behind her on the way to the bath. There would be a lot of scrubbing to make sure her white tail remained that way. Meanwhile, Senko tried her best to stay strong, even when she only wanted to break down like her friend. Save it for the bath, she told herself. She would need this time to get clean and think of how she would find the courage to explain this to Nakano. “A… holding contest?” Nakano looked rather bewildered at the two foxgirls kneeling on the floor before him. Now that both cleanup and bathtime were over, Senko was dressed in her sleep robe while Shiro only had a towel wrapped around her torso for modesty. Neither girl looked him in the eyes. “I still like to think I won it… somehow,” said Shiro. “I think we’re way past the point of that mattering,” said Senko in a deflated tone. “I admit I don’t understand the first thing about the nature of demigods, but I’m still at a loss here,” said Nakano. “What exactly led to this? This isn’t a game that spirits normally play, is it?” “Kuroto, do you really take me for that kind of girl?” A crushed Senko slouched in shame, feeling a large weight dragging her down. Nakano blushed at his words. "Er, let me try that again. Did this have anything to do with your, uh, incident a few nights ago?" “You know, you should be thanking me,” said Shiro. “Senko was still hung up about her accident, so I wanted to show her that she could still be a good housekeeper and stuff!" "Really?" He looked to Senko, who had been giving Shiro her version of the stink eye. "Is this true?" "Uyan…" Senko's ears dropped. "It's true. The first part, at least. I was worried you might have thought less of me after what happened, and then I let Shiro talk me into this contest. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but…" she glanced away. "Senko-san…" "I had to prove it to myself." She looked him in the eyes. "Prove that my accident didn't mean I was unworthy of being a caretaker… of being your caretaker. Instead, I just made another mess to clean up. Some helpful fox I am, aren't I?" Senko lowered her head, unworthy to look at him any further. Her fate was in his hands now, and she would accept whatever his judgment would be. "Hmm… it's true that this makes your second mishap in only a few days' time," said Nakano, rubbing his chin. "And the same incident, no less. If this was a maid service, you would certainly be up for a long review, perhaps even a cut to your salary.” "Wait, humans pay to be served?" asked Shiro, "Jazzko never brought that up with me. I could've made a fortune by now!" What would you do with money in the first place? Senko thought. "But…" Nakano knelt down to their eye level. "Senko-san, this isn't like a job. You don't have to worry about losing your position or anything like that. You've been wonderful to me ever since you showed up. I wouldn't dream of replacing someone as caring and hard-working as you, especially not for a little mistake like this." "K-Kuroto…" "Please promise me that you won't do another stunt like this just to prove something. You have nothing to prove to yourself, or to me." Some days, Senko wondered if she truly deserved someone like Nakano. She slowly looked back at him, a faint smile forming on her lips. “Mm, I promise. No more silliness with my bladder anymore.” Nakano returned her smile. “I’m happy to hear that. Do you feel a little better now?” “A little bit, but…” Senko frowned. “It doesn’t feel right somehow.” “What do you mean?” “I know it’s not a proper job, but I don’t think I should be let off so easily for making the same mistake twice.” “Wait, so you’re… asking to be punished?” said Nakano. Senko bowed and said, “I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit for Shiro and me.” “Wait, me too!?” Shiro balked, ready to voice her objection more until a stern look from Senko convinced her otherwise. “Ugh, fine. I guess I deserve it.” “Hmm…” Nakano stood up, placing a hand to his chin. For a moment, Senko wondered if he would actually punish them for anything. He wasn’t the kind of person who would hurt a fly. "Alright, I've decided!" Senko and Shiro looked up with worry. "Y-you have?" asked Senko. "This ought to be fun," groaned Shiro. "For your punishment tonight…" Nakano paused for dramatic effect, then raised his hands as though he was about to grab something. A wry smile formed that made goosebumps grow on each girl. "Extra fluffy-fluffy time!" he declared with childish glee. "Uyan!?" "W-whaaaaaat!?" The perfectly-kept tails of Senko and Shiro flared up as horrified stares came over them. "I need to make sure your tails are properly clean and dry. Now then, should we sit here or on the bed?" "No!" Shiro jumped up and before Nakano could move an inch, mouth agape in panic. "I'll never let a human touch my tail!" Nakano dropped his smile and hands. "Shiro, I-" "Stay away from me, you creep!" Shiro leapt back again, making both Nakano and Senko gasp, but for a very different reason. As Shiro didn't wear towels often, the knot she tied was a bit too loose to handle sudden movements. It slipped and fell to the ground, leaving the fox girl in all her natural glory in the living room. Both Senko and Nakano felt a red heat growing on their faces, having been exposed to a view neither were prepared for. It only took Shiro a second to notice how drafty she suddenly felt. Glancing down, her face burned bright to match the other two’s blushes. There was a fine line between exposing herself willingly and accidentally giving a human a view they weren’t worthy of. “Eeeeyaaaaahhhhh!” Shiro immediately turned and bolted towards the wall behind the bed. Nakano and Senko were treated to a second of bare kitsune bottom before she vanished through the wall in a flash of light, not to be seen again for the rest of the day. The room fell quiet for a few seconds before anyone spoke. “I… was joking about the tail-petting,” said Nakano. "That was mean, you know," said Senko. Even if she might have brought it on herself today. "Mmm, I'll have to apologize to her next time we meet." Nakano looked around and scratched his chin. "So, uh, what do we do now? It feels like I’ve been through an entire day, but it’s not even sundown yet." Senko sighed and moved to the bed. "Guess I better get my punishment over with." "Wait, what?" asked Nakano. He got his answer when Senko sat down and raised her tail, perfectly fluffed and dried, in his direction. "Go on, you know you want to." "Are you sure about this? You've had a rough day. I wouldn't want to force you to do something like this." "It's fine. Having my tail touched will be the least embarrassing thing that happens to me today." Nakano's eyes followed the tip of Senko's tail as it flicked back and forth. "Uh, well, if you insist," he said, sitting down. He lifted a hand and gingerly placed it on the bushiest part. Senko stifled a squeak as Nakano, incorrigible as always, worked his fingers through her fur. It seemed that her massive hold today had once more left her tail particularly sensitive. This was likely going to be a short petting session, as she doubted she would last long before… well, it wouldn’t end with her peeing herself this time, thankfully. Speaking of embarrassing, Senko couldn’t help but think of Shiro. The poor girl ended up stark naked in front of good friends, but she still had to wonder who really had it worse off today. Shiro didn't have to have such a sacred part of her handled by a human, even if Nakano's ministrations weren't exactly unpleasant. Either way, Senko hoped Shiro had learned something today just like she did. Neither of them would be piddling around again anytime soon, that was for sure. “Gah!” Shiro’s feet landed on cold tile as the portal closed behind her. She knew humans couldn't follow her through walls, but ran through two sets of them just to be sure she was safe from the grabby hands of the lecherous Nakano. Pulling her tail to her chest like a child with a stuffed animal, Shiro groaned. “The nerve of some humans,” she griped to herself. With that out of the way, Shiro could refocus on the main reason for her sour mood. She’d never admit it out loud, but today had backfired on her spectacularly. She wanted nothing more than to stay here and keep hugging her tail in solitude, hoping that she would wake up to find it was just a bad dream. “Sh-Shiro!?” “Eh!?” Shiro’s eyes snapped open. She was definitely not dreaming, and certainly not alone. Turning her head, she quickly realized where she was and who was with her. Sitting next to her in the cramped room was Koenji, who looked upon Shiro with wide-open, sleep-deprived eyes. More than that, she was sitting on her custom-installed Western-style toilet with her shorts and panties pulled past her knees, her legs closed together for modesty. "Jazzko!?" Only now did Shiro realize exactly where she had warped into. "H-how did you get in my toilet!?" said Koenji. "And why are you naked!?" “Um… uh…” Shiro’s eyes darted about. She had remembered Nakano and Senko asking her to avoid using any of her powers around other humans. Not that she cared normally, but this was another mistake on top of her big screw-up today, a real blow to her ego. Plus, she really didn’t want to explain exactly what led her to be in the buff in someone else’s water closet. Without a response, Koenji looked downwards. “And yet your ears and tail are still on you, plus my door was locked. It’s like you’re… you’re… ah!” Koenji’s face lit up as though she had reached an epiphany. The words “Oh crap!” went through Shiro’s mind; had she just blown a big secret, at least one that other people cared about? But then Koenji’s open mouth lifted into a smile, and her eyes drooped to a half-lid. A sigh left her lips as the sound of water trickling into water filled the cramped room, coupled with a faint hiss as it grew stronger. “Yep, I'm definitely seeing things again. Need some shut-eye after this,” mumbled Koenji, letting her eyes fall shut as she enjoyed her tinkle, even if she had an audience. Meanwhile, Shiro groaned and turned her head away, not wanting to watch someone else on the throne. "Am I the only one who didn't get the toilet today?" "Hmm-hmm-hmm, that worked much better than I expected." Far above in the sacred realm, the great fox spirit Yozora chuckled as she reclined in her luxurious lounging chair, lightly swirling a cup of sake in her hand. She had been watching over Senko and Shiro’s misadventures all day with a knowing smile. Of course Shiro would pull a stunt like this after learning about Senko’s accident, inevitably leading to a lesson of humility for the brash girl. However, for Senko to end up learning another lesson as well… even Yozora had to admit, she sometimes surprised herself with how well her plans worked. Pleased with her work, Yozora was content to lie down and enjoy some pleasant sleep. However, her smile drooped as she finally took notice of something that would keep her from getting that sleep: a pesky pressure within her groin. After watching her two understudies hold it all day, it was finally time for Yozora to relieve herself as well, if she was to get any good rest. Sitting back up, she swung her legs to the side and spread them wide. With her free hand, she lifted up the little bit of robe keeping her modest down there and parted the gates of her most sacred shrine, baring a most magnificent sight if anyone were around to see. In this position, Yozora couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back the coming flood. She pushed out a powerful, robust, golden spray, arcing it up into the air before raining down onto the cloud floor a few feet away. A strong hiss akin to the spray of a fire hose filled the surrounding air, further conveying the power of her relief. Yozora smiled and sighed as she watched her pee flying out of her and absorbing into the clouds with a muffled noise. Even something as crude and basic as emptying her bladder gave her a little sense of satisfaction, especially when it left such a pleasant feeling in its wake. She would remain here, taking in the pleasure of a good pee for the next several minutes, for the bladder of a demigod was nothing to make light of. Even as the cloud below turned darker and more golden, no doubt ready to empty its contents onto the earth before much longer, Yozora smiled without a care in the world, even pausing to take a sip of sake every now and then. She had earned this relief, and would enjoy every second of it like a true goddess would. (A/N: And that's it, likely the last Senko-san story I will write, barring any potential second anime seasons. With this, I am going to be stepping back from writing for a while, not just for health-related reasons, but also because this holiday season is shaping up to be a very chaotic one, and I doubt I'd be able to get anything substantial out with the little free time I'll have. I'll still hang around the site, so feel free to send me messages and stuff. Until next time!)
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    View File Wife wetting her jeans (front and back view) My wife is back with another jeans wetting video, this time with front and back views and sound! Submitter wetpantsboy Submitted 11/11/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans Panties/Undies
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    Are you kidding? I'd be surprised if anyone would want to pee themselves, even involuntarily, every time they cum. Of course it's 1. Choose between two superpowers: 1. Bladder vision. You can see exactly how full any person's bladder is. Works any moment, within your regular vision range. 2. Bladder reflection. You can make your bladder feel exactly as any specific person's. Works throughout the world. Ends when they pee (you can't go first or change anything after initiating).
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    I had an idea sort of like this but I couldn't make it work. Basically a woman from a "normal" human society is living and fighting alongside Amazons. When her compatriots learn she's completely unskilled in the useful art of standing urination they give her some lessons.
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    Well, it's not exactly like they should have peed themselves, but I think it's very unlikely that nobody ever peed him/herself in Harry Potter. It's a school, with lots of boys and girls from 11 years old, there was a very big park with apparently no toilets, they had a lot of lessons, with little time to visit the toilet between them. I'm quite sure that at least desperation scenes should be frequent in such a life, aren't you? Actually Harry Potter fanfictions are among my favourite ones.
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    Last night I went to bed in a wet diaper and slept all through the night with it on. I think maybe I’ll do the same thing tonight. shhh... don’t tell I unfortunately have to work allllll day on my birthday! When I wake up I’m not going to pee before I head out, I’m going to hold it from morning until I can’t hold it anymore, i will wear a diaper for any minor leaks. luckily for me I can keep my water bottle and Gatorade bottles on the floor with me! time to push those fluids! FullSizeRender.mov
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    I hope you called her. Don't want to leave her hanging!
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    It's a very lesser known fetish but I have had a bath fetish for years.
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    I made my own take on this. I hope to improve on these, but of course I don’t have the “It’s Go Time” emote.
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    Here are the girls! Goddamn I hate drawing hands. They might all have to wear mittens next time >.< Anything like people expected? Beth was the hardest to visualise.
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    Similar, for me it's about control. If she's into holding, then it's about her control over her body. If she isn't so much, but indulges me, it's about my mental control over her because, presumably, she loves me and wants to do things to pleasure me. Clearly holding to extremes requires strength, but that's physical and mental, control is a mind over matter thing for me.
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    I recently moved across the country from Iowa to the state of Washington. I've driven across the country twice now. I like road trips anyway, so the drive honestly didn't bother me. Both times driving, it took three days. The first trip, it was my mother and I, and during the second trip it was just me. The first day of driving was about 12 hours. At this particular time I was about half way through South Dakota. Apparently I had too much coffee to drink, trying to keep myself awake. I had already stopped a few times to go pee, but when I started to feel like I needed to pee again, I just ignored it. I wanted to keep driving, and get to where I was going for the night. I skipped the next few gas stations. About an hour or so later, my need to pee was growing. I had my cruise control on, so I could squeeze my legs together, which did help. It wasn't long however until that wasn't enough. I had my hand between my legs, and that is the point when I decided to look for a restroom again. To my dismay, when I passed the road sign it said I had about 80 miles until the next town. I panicked a little. I had gotten close to desperate in about an hour, and I had 80 miles before I could relieve myself. I did everything I could to distract myself. Turned the radio up, count the amount of Fords I saw on the road, because that's what I drive...South Dakota is a very boring state. I had made it about 50 miles before the first time I leaked into my pants. Even with my hand between my legs, I couldn't hold it back. I had to go sooo bad. I was bouncing in my seat. I had made it about another 15 miles before I leaked again, and this time it was bigger than the first one. My stomach hurt so bad. I tried loosening the seatbelt, which at that point didn't help at all. I leaked again, and again. I was so close to losing it. I finally made it to the little town, and then to the gas station. I parked at one of the pumps to eventually put my gas in my car after I relinquished my desperation. I couldn't get out though. There was no way I could make it inside without peeing myself, but I couldn't sit in the car any longer either. Finally I built up enough courage to try and make the mad dash to the bathroom. As soon as I stood up, it all came out. As soon as I started, I couldn't stop it. I was pissing myself. It immediately started running down my legs, and making a huge puddle under me. It felt so good to relieve myself, and I was happy that I at least didn't make a mess in my car.
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    "Don't forget we have theatre tickets tonight darling" my wife called to me as we both got ready for work that morning. "Ha, I had completely forgotten," I laughed. "I may have to meet you there straight from work. What are you planning to wear?" As I struggled to get a sock on she described a light but smart summery chiffon A-line dress that apparently hung just above her knee. I only remember because her next comment got my full attention: "Shall we play tonight dear?" she had asked. To us, 'playing' meant her getting catastrophically desperate to pee and then holding it for way longer than nature intended. There was as much fun to be had in planning scenarios together as in her subsequently going through with them. This was one I'd never even thought of, though I asked whether she was thinking along similar lines to our many play dates at cinemas over the years. "What, drinking a couple of pints of water two hours before the curtain goes up? No, that's lame; not challenging enough," was her reply. I made a mental note to book a VERY long film next time we played at the cinema. But what was she planning for tonight? She continued "I want you to do that darling, so we can play together. But I've got something tougher in mind for myself." She didn't let me get a word in to object before explaining "I haven't genuinely worried whether I'll make it home dry for ages, all our play and my practising has strengthened my muscles and increased my capacity a lot. I want to be worrying about it, then I'll enjoy it more." "So what do you have in mind?" I'd got both socks on at last and stood in my underwear staring at her. "Do you want to know or do you want a surprise?" She knew I'd want to know and my expression assured her she knew me as well as she thought she did. "You drink 2 pints of water in the car on your way to the theatre, so, what, 1 hour before the curtain goes up. Bring casuals to change into so that you're not holding in your suit. I'll drink mine earlier than usual and whatsapp you when I've done it. Until then, it's a surprise for you." She had siddled over to my side of the bed and was hugging me, looking into my eyes. Now she fondled my through my underwear. In a teasing voice she asked "Will the suspense get you hard? Might you get a bit of precum on those undies? If you do, message me!" with that she let go of me and returned to dressing herself. We arranged to meet at the theatre at roughly the time I thought I could get there from work, in time for a pleasurable drink before the performance. She would get the bus to town then walk to the theatre to meet me, so that I could drive her home while she concentrated on not peeing. --- I work as a consultant in a mid-sized firm, with my job making me travel fairly frequently. Today I only had one meeting out of the office, late afternoon in a nearby big town. I was always nervous about holding in public - I knew I couldn't manage to last through most of the challenges I set Imogen - so while driving to work I decided that being out of the office would be a perfect excuse to dehydrate myself during the afternoon, so that the 2 pints I had to drink would take longer to bother me. With that resolved, I was able to settle at my desk, though I couldn't concentrate as I was constantly wondering what time Imogen would start her 2 pints. When playing at the cinema, she tended to pee then drink 2 hours before the advertised show time, so she'd consumed it all at least 90 minutes before the adverts started, and with an average length of film and the drive home afterwards, she'd have to wait at least 4 and a half hours after peeing. She tended to be feeling a semi-strong need to pee before the adverts started. Recently she'd started buying those big fizzy drinks in cinemas to 'keep herself topped up' as she put it. God I love her. With the show we were going to see tonight starting at 7:30, and her desire to make it more challenging for herself, she'd obviously pee and drink the water earlier; I tried to guess her thinking: maybe she'd start at 4:30, before she finished work and so be finished by 5pm. Most likely that would see her holding for a bit over 6 hours which would be a sight to behold once she could fidget freely in the car on the way home. She was right as usual, of course. All those thoughts had got me semi-hard and leaking a little pre-cum, I was so turned on already. I must have gone through the same chain of thoughts at least 25 times that day, arriving at the same conclusion every time. So much so that I was convinced that was what she would do. You can guess the effect it was having on me (and my productivity, don't tell my boss!) I drank less than usual all day, and after my meeting the other side of town made sure to have a barely-needed wee, then bought the water at a shop on the business park to drink while I drove to the theatre. I hadn't had Imogen's whatsapp yet, which frustrated me. She should have had the water at least an hour before me just to match her usual cinema 'play'. Before starting the car I sent her an inquisitive, almost disappointed message and she replied instantly, far too quickly with hindsight. It read 'Sorry, forgot to tell you. What an idiot! I'm all done, see you soon, love you Ix' She knew I liked the detail, and she equally knew that the lack of it in that message would annoy me. I fired back 'So, when did you drink?' the lack of a kiss at the end would get my state of mind across. She replied 'Earlier. Tell you when I see you Ix' I couldn't stop myself replying 'I've been thinking about you all day, tell me!' but she didn't reply until I'd started driving so I couldn't read it until I parked at the theatre. She'd written 'It's going to be good, trust me Ix'. I found her at a table in the bar, wearing the dress she'd described and looking gorgeous, as always. She rose to greet me and kissed me passionately, knowing I'd lose the mood instantly seeing her legs on show and with a nice kiss. I asked her to get me a soft drink from the bar while I went to the gents to change out of my suit, which I'd also return to the car. In the cubicle the toilet caught my eye, and I wondered about cheating by having another pee, even though I didn't need to go yet. I suppressed the idea long enough to get changed and buttoning up the fly on my jeans acted as a barrier to my weakness. My fate was sealed. --- When he walked into the theatre I was about to give up and pee, at least to let some pressure off. I knew I'd overdone it when I was feeling really full by 3pm, and needed to go as badly as after our cinema play times by 5pm. But once he arrived I gave myself no choice, I was doing this for him as much as for me, and I'd do it to the best of my ability. Standing at the bar to order his drink was horrendous, with all those strangers there I couldn't bear the thought of fidgeting publicly, but try as I might I couldn't stand still. Anyone who looked at me for more than a couple of seconds probably realised my problem, as I was pacing around while the barman served the OJ and lemonade. I was back in my seat by the time Pete came back. Sitting was so much easier on my poor bladder. I could actually stay still and look composed. He looked great in his jeans and shirt, I'd enjoy the rare treat of him fidgeting in those later. But first, I'd teased him long enough. I lent forward to whisper in his ear, and grabbed his hand to emphasise that I was putting myself through this for him. "I'm utterly bursting darling, how are you?" He was fine, didn't need to go at all yet apparently. Lucky thing! He begged me to tell him what I'd been up to. I told him about peeing before lunch at work, then drinking 2 pints at the pub with a colleague. About being full by 3pm, about being at an 8 or 8 and a half by 5pm, and about drinking water during the afternoon despite that. He pressed me for details, "Probably only another pint or so," I told him, underplaying it somewhat. About the exquisite delight at seeing the colleague pee three times during the afternoon, the first time before we'd even left the pub. Knowing I'd held so much longer than her already, knowing I was the master of my bladder and not a slave to it like her and so many others. Knowing what all this would do to him. At that I reached under the table with my other hand and touched him - he was erect and evidently very excited. Feigning tiredness last night to avoid sex had been a good move on my part, making both of us even keener now. "Were you fidgeting at work though Immi?" he wanted to know. I nodded coquettishly. "I knotted my legs together and just swayed them backwards and forwards under my desk," I explained. I'm a receptionist at a Doctors' Surgery, so patients and visitors can never see my legs and colleagues are usually only passing my desk for a moment on their way in or out. Finally I told him about my extremely fidgety bus ride from work to the town centre and then walking cautiously to the theatre. So cautiously that it took me longer than usual to walk and I'd arrived not long before him, so I'd only had a half the small glass of wine he could see on the table in front of me. Of course he asked "But will you be able to last through tonight sweetie? You're usually at 8 when we get home from the cinema..." My response was a lot more confident than I was feeling. "Of course darling, there's little doubt in my mind. I told you I wanted to worry myself, to challenge myself." He perked up at that, I think he'd been expecting me to dash off for a partial pee before the show. Honestly I felt hugely bloated, my bladder was seriously hard and felt like a balloon that had been overfilled, stretching more than it wanted to. I was already breathing shallowly to avoid shocks to my bladder and I knew that moving would be tough. I had to admit to myself I was at 9 and a half now, and told Pete so. You see, I have a special skill that I can suppress fidgeting when I sit down, especially in public or when I'd be embarrassed for others to see it, but I can't suppress the penguin-like walk when my bladder gets to this stage. I hadn't been at this stage out of our home for a long time; at home I'd happily drink loads more, sitting on my heel in the lounge and then waddling to bed. I'd started to sweat too, the body's tell tale sign that it's trying to expel the liquid from my bloodstream any way but letting the kidneys process it. It's not very ladylike, but it's great to get to that stage of desperation, it proves I have actually pushed myself. I have several friends I'm close enough to that I can discuss my fetish with them: none of them even knew there is a sweating stage. I'd told them that means they've never actually been full, which they all denied unconvincingly. Pete could feel me sweating as he still held my hand. He knew what it meant too. He seemed to be unsure what to say. His chivalrous side came out. "Are you SURE you want to go through with this? I mean, I hate to think of you not making it during the performance." He looked at his watch, just over 10 minutes until curtain up. I always know the exact time when I'm that full, time seems to pass so slowly! I sighed. "Pete, I'm properly bursting, I've never lasted - what do you think, over 3 hours before we're home?" he nodded, "from a 9 before! I'm concerned I've over done it and might leak in there. I'm even more worried someone else will notice how badly I need to go. But I'm not giving in, I wanted this and I've got it." I giggled. "I might have wanted this at about 10pm not 20 past 7 but oh well. Shall we go in?" I nodded to the door just as an announcement was made asking all guests to take their seats. He asked once more if I was sure I wanted to go through with it. "Last chance," he said. I was sure and told him so, slightly angrily. I didn't want him to give me a way out. But he didn't; once he knew I was determined he took a different tack. "In that case, do you want another drink?" he teased me. "Wine, beer, cider?" A thought struck me. "Get me a double brandy, neat. It'll help numb it for a bit." Making our way to our seats was pure agony. I couldn't stand up straight, and walked very slowly hunched over, all my actions inevitably designed to prevent shocks to my bladder which might defeat my overstretched muscles. A minor miracle meant we were seated on the end of a row, and I whispered to Pete that I'd like to be on the end, quickly reassuring him that it wasn't so I could rush out but so I could fidget without a stranger sat next to me. He immediately let me have the exit seat. The first half was incredibly difficult. I almost downed the brandy in one, I was at that stage where I was so desperate I had to do everything really quickly, really urgently. I kept looking at my watch to try to make time pass quicker. I realised at one point I'd looked at it 7 times in 30 seconds. I involuntarily fidgeted in the seat by swinging the leg nearer Pete in a wide arc, and by waving the other foot backwards and forwards in the aisle next to me. About 20 minutes into the first act I forced myself to sit still for what felt like a whole minute, but when I checked my watch (again!) I'd only managed to stay still for 20 seconds. I was frequently shifting my position in the chair, which unfortunately squeaked every time I moved. Pete kept casting me glances, increasingly frequently as the first act continued. I don't know how I avoided holding myself, or how I avoided wetting myself, during that first act. By the time it seemed like the actors were building to a crescendo agony no longer described my need to go. I have deliberately held on so much to such extremes so many times that intense desperation is quite routine for me, but this was something else. Something new. Something exciting and terrifying. I genuinely sat in that seat in the theatre wondering to myself every second how I hadn't wet myself yet. I'd achieved my aim of challenging myself with something tougher, that was for sure. And I was incredibly turned on. My whole fabric seat was bathed in my sweat that was literally running down my face and all over me, even the backs of my knees were sweating. I couldn't tell you anything about the plot of the play or the character's names, my whole concentration was on not leaking and not embarrassing myself by fidgeting such that other people noticed. The lights going up for the interval was a blessed relief. Firstly it meant I was about half way through this torture I was inflicting on myself, and secondly it meant that I had 20 minutes in which to decide whether to brave it out or to give in and either pee in the theatre or to rush home with Pete for some very hot sex. Pete! I'd forgotten all about Pete's hold. --- I have never seen Immi so desperate in public, and probably never so frantic at all in fact, because at home she might have drunk more, done longer holds or pushed herself to even greater extremes, but it was obvious when we sat down for the show that this was something that would be very difficult and I honestly thought she wouldn't make it. Not dry anyway. I was very conscious of her fidgeting during the first act, and of her annoying squeaky seat which revealed her incessant movement and frequent shifts of position to me and probably everyone around us. However as the act went on I also became aware of my own need to pee increasing alarmingly quickly. It struck me that I couldn't complain about it because I was obviously better off than my darling wife. Maybe she'd been cunning. By the time of the interval I was properly bursting, I'd squeezed myself twice in the last ten minutes to control the urge to pee, and I could only describe myself as at a 9. I couldn't face holding through the second half, and hoped to God that Immi would want to go home to measure this hold. It didn't help that other theatre goers were pushing past us to get to the bar or toilets. One guy even asked his group of friends as they passed us whether they wanted the bar or the toilets first. Once the hubbub had died down I turned to talk to Immi. She had tears in her eyes and was trembling. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable or so attractive. My discomfort was immense and I'd never willingly get that full in public again, but I had to know about Immi's state first. "How bad is it?" I asked, breathlessly. She grimaced, shuddered, gesticulated at her crossed legs and finally whispered to me "Fucking fantastic but I'm way above a 10. Way above anything I've ever done before. This is my fullest and my most desperate, I don't want to waste it Pete but I'm amazed I haven't wet myself already. What should we do?" "Are you asking me whether to go home now?" She couldn't answer. She half smiled at me while an urge consumed her concentration. Her answer, when it came, was long, confused and indicative of severe desperation. "Yes, but I don't want to give in. I can't think, I don't think I can last as long as it'll take to get to the car but I felt like that almost as soon as we sat down. What should I do? I can't take another moment but at the same time I think I can. Oh God I want you inside me!" I shifted uncomfortably. "Are you at 10 yet?" I couldn't wait for her to answer, and said far too loudly "I'm easily at a 9 love, I'm not sure I should drive home. You've got to decide, I can't guess what's going on inside you, but I know what's going on inside my bladder." I stopped and looked around me at the few theatre-goers who hadn't left their seats. No-one had turned to look at me thank goodness. Immi was stock still, mesmerized by the feelings she was experiencing or about to wet herself, one or the other. The feeling evidently soon ended and she looked me in the eye. "Force me to hold it darling, do anything to make this happen the way I want it to. The way no doubt you want it to as well." I made a decision. "I'm going to go and wee, buy you another brandy, and that way I can concentrate on you. Wait here." With that I left before she could protest. "Find out what time it finishes!" she called after me. I had a really very good pee in the Gents, though another guy who was peeing at the urinal before me was still going strong after I'd finished. Bladder-shamed by my wife and a stranger in one evening, not good. I fought through the crowd to order a neat triple brandy for Immi and a non-alcoholic beer for me. --- While Pete was gone all I could think was "The bastard's weeing right now, how could he put me through the torture of knowing?" over and over. My own need didn't get any better while he was gone, and by the time he was back I was convinced I'd got a wet patch on the back of my dress. If not from leaking, then from a combination of sweating and being intensely turned on. I surreptitiously felt my dress while I twisted sideways to let Pete get by me back to his seat, it didn't feel wet but I couldn't be sure. He handed me a big brandy which I downed in one. The alcohol would help temporarily until it began to dehydrate me and force more liquid into my bladder. Until it kicked in I just had to make the best of it using my own strength. I realised it wasn't really a battle of muscle strength against pee pressure any more, it was a battle of my determination against my inner demon telling me to worry about being noticed or leaking. Pete told me the show was due to finish at 10:20 and was running to time - so maybe 5 more minutes of the interval and then an hour to survive, then the horrendous thought of walking to the car and the much more agreeable thought of the drive home, when I could hold myself if needs be. Who was I kidding. Delete those last 3 words. I wasn't going to make it, I needed the privacy of my own home to contemplate waiting a second longer. So I'd have to admit defeat, use the ladies here and apologise profusely to Pete. "Take me to the Ladies Pete, now. Help me!" I begged. He looked at me blankly, a distinct concern crossed his face, then he stood up. "No," he said. "You have often asked me to help you wait longer but never really seemed to need any help until now. You seem to be having a crisis of confidence, am I right?" He was so right. I nodded imperceptibly, afraid to shake my bladder even with that movement. "I can't stand up though. And my kidneys hurt." "We're going to take you home," he assured me, and with that almost dragged me out of the auditorium. Contrary to my expectations moving was easier than it should have been, clenching to prevent leaks came naturally again instead of requiring very conscious effort. I found myself trying and failing to walk straight upright instead of half crouched as I tend to at my bladder's limit - social concerns to the fore to avoid strangers even knowing I needed to wee though I might wet myself in front of them! Putting the seat belt on in the car was troublesome. How to twist to reach it was my first challenge, which Pete overcame for me, but how to fasten it without any part of it touching my distended, stretched, bloated and bulging bladder was a bigger issue. Every second mattered to me and wasting vital time on this upset me more than it should. Eventually it occurred to me that I could hold myself in the car and no-one would know except Pete, so my arm could go inside the seat belt to hold it away from my bladder. That made things a lot easier though I was no less desperate. Pete would usually ask incessant questions when I was full so his silence told me he was thinking. "Pete, I'm in new territory, I might wet the car seat, is that OK? I so want to make it home to measure." He shook his head. "Two things: one, you're a grown adult and can hold on a bit longer, two, I am having sex with you when we get home before any measuring. Ok three things, three, if you wet the car seat I'm putting the pictures on Facebook. Is that adequate incentive to hold on?" he looked at me sidelong as he drove. I realised he was smiling, challenging me. Two can play at that game. I told him I'd never sleep with him again unless he got me home dry. I cried as he replied "Do you think this is over when we get home? Do you? You set yourself up for this, to last another hour and a half or so, to the end of the show plus the drive home. Leaving the theatre doesn't reduce your target. Plus neither of us have eaten dinner, so we ought to stop off on our way home. Where do you fancy?" Through the tears I felt defiant. I'd been at 9.5 at 7:20, very rapidly reaching maximum 10 out of 10 over two hours ago. I'd never held for more than 45 minutes once reaching 10 before, but I'd managed it so far, somehow, though in that moment in the car I knew it was as much luck as muscle strength. Looking back I can't work out what impact luck has on my bladder's stamina. Despite wanting to wait longer I was scared and unwilling to commit to anything. "Pete I was about to wet myself 2 hours ago, forget it. Take me home. No!" I screamed as he indicated to turn towards the town centre, away from home. I cried afresh while he seemed to take forever to find a parking space. One the engine was off he turned to me and uttered 2 words in the most loving tone I can remember him using "Trust me." Then to my utter surprise he roughly shoved his hand up my dress between my legs, removed my hand and rubbed me to an immense orgasm. It happened so quickly my bladder didn't complain too much. When he'd finished he sucked his finger clean, looking seductively at me while he did so. "Isn't that why you're doing this to yourself Immi, for sexual satisfaction?" he paused long enough that I probably should have replied but all I could do was whimper, fidget and clasp my hand to myself again, pressing really hard now. I don't know about you but orgasm temporarily increases my urgency to pee, which 5 minutes before hadn't seemed possible. When I didn't reply he sighed and asked "Chinese, Indian or fish and chips?" "I can't go onto a restaurant darling, I'll be too embarrassed," I thought of adding 'look at me' but figured he knew. Every word hurt, somehow adding to the risk of my bladder giving in. And while he rushed off to get the takeaway curry he fancied, my bladder turned cartwheels inside me. The uncertainty of an indeterminate wait for him to return had unsettled it. --- My plan was two-fold, firstly to extend Imogen's involuntary waiting time while I waited for the fix to be cooked, but also to sneak into an ally to pee again. I'd broken the seal and was never as good as her at holding anyway. For some reason I always felt awkward going to the loo before sex if she was holding, so hiding my second wee from her was a selfish solution. When I got back almost to within sight of the car I broke into a jog despite the takeaway bag I was carrying, to give the impression to Immi that I'd been as quick as I could for her sake. I saw that she was no longer sitting in it but was pacing around the dark car park with both hands between her legs. She gingerly lowered herself back into the car as I almost threw the takeaway onto the back seat, which made the beer bottles I'd also purchased clink. I jumped into the drivers seat then immediately jumped out to run around to pass Immi the seat belt again. Once I was driving she metaphorically raised an eyebrow at the clinking bottles. I explained "You know as well as I do dear that if we'd gone for a curry you'd have had a couple of pints. So I bought you two Cobras," inclining his head to the back seat. "Want one now or when we get home?" he joked. --- On a normal day doing a normal hold I'd have taken that challenge and downed a bottle right there in the car, primarily to turn my sweet husband on a bit more. But this was so far out of my comfort zone that I had no idea what another few millilitres that my kidneys might manage to produce before we got home would do to me. So instead I did my best to giggle at him, and experimented with removing one hand from myself to gently hit him. Since being in the car I'd spent less time staring at my watch, but I realised as we were nearing home that what with the journey, the orgasm and the wait for takeaway it was nearly 10:20. In around half an hour I'd have reached my target. Not that it felt doable, but I had made myself survive until we got home. Getting into the house was a fiasco. Pete abandoned the takeaway to help me the few steps to the door, but left me in the hall under strict instructions not to pee while he retrieved his precious curry. One he was back I insisted he strip me naked, the constant sweating had soaked my dress making it uncomfortable. Though admittedly not as uncomfortable as my bulging bladder. Pete has always been an attentive lover; one or more of his exs must have taught him well. Based on stories he's told me and scenarios he's had me act out they had certainly indulged him by playing. So foreplay usually lasted well into a second hour before he even considered penetration. Tonight was no different, despite my bladder screaming at me and my constant begging for him to "get on with it" coupled with fidgeting that made it quite difficult for him, he'd licked me and fingered me to several orgasms and a surprising contrasting sense of relaxation despite my intense desperation. While we made love in the only position I could tolerate - missionary - I whispered into his ear how I was feeling so, so full and how I'd almost burst 5 hours before at the theatre bar, and finally admitted that I hadn't had just 1 pint of water at work during the afternoon, but 2, plus a cup of tea brought to me by a well-meaning colleague. I thought I'd push him over the edge into his own orgasm with that sort of talk, but instead he adjusted his rhythm and made me cum again, with the most perfect orgasm I've ever experienced. At last he gave in to his own pleasure, so finally sated after a whole day of being almost constantly turned on, we cuddled briefly. To my utmost surprise I woke up a few hours later in a new agony, my whole belly was bloated and protruding. My kidneys felt like they were on fire and I was unpleasantly hungover. 2 pints at lunch plus 5 brandys while drinking less water than usual had ironically left me dehydrated despite the huge amount of pee in my bladder. I felt so unwell I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed yet, so lay there feeling awful until my fidgeting woke Pete up. Hangovers always make me horny so being the gentleman he is Pete made love to me again after helping me measure. This time the new record I'd set meant he couldn't control himself and he came very quickly. That record will probably stand for years, but the experience I'd had and glorious sex it led to meant I would try very frequently to beat it.
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    Yay! I peed all over the floor while I was walking around, letting it trickle down my legs. I got to leak while I was cooking, and make a puddle as I vacuumed. I peed while doing the dishes and also while dancing to some music. I love being this wet. I feel so great.
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    Not at all planned, but last night. I travel a lot for my job (probably by end of story you might figure out what I do). Since I joined this site, I started wondering, not only about public settings, but also accidents. I was thinking, what it would be like to hold while working, but decided that would not be smart. I need to concentrate on work not holding or peeing. Ok, so here it goes: the day started as normal, show at 8:00am, get ready to "hit the road". The day went fairly smoothly, stayed hydrated, used bathroom normally, well as normally as possible. We are kind of closed/locked in while enroute. Anyway, we were on our last leg, almost 12hr day. Strangely did not feel bad until the taxi showed up, and then POW, did not know this could happen, instant 10/10. Thought I was going to pee myself then and there. Luckily I was able to get my bladder and brain to cooperate and quickly hopped into the back seat. The rest of the crew got in and off we went to the hotel. Luckily it was dark, everyone was tired, so no one noticed me trying not to squirm in the back seat, I think I actually even grabbed myself once or twice. We arrived a the hotel, and the intense feeling went away. Big mistake, while checking in, I could not stand still, so I pretended to "look" for the elevator, checked out the snack shop and generally anything else not to look like I was about to pee myself right then and there. Did not work, the first squirt happened, able to stop second, but just for a few seconds and then the next squirt. I am glad our uniform pants are black, so it did not show, but I knew it would not be long before I was going to have an all out wetting episode. Not really what I wanted. If then I wanted a planned one. I got the room key headed to the elevator and, of course, we were all on different floors so the elevator would stop a few times. I squeezed in to the back and tried my hardest to hold. By the time we got to my floor, I was leaking continuously. Luckily my room was near the elevator and the key worked. I basically ran into the room, slammed the door, ran into the bathroom, yanked my pants down, didn't even bother to take off my underpants, sat on toilet and peed. It felt like I peed forever, but probably not as long as I thought. After I recovered, I checked out the damages. The left pants leg was wet from crotch to bottom. Underwear totally wet. Face, totally red thinking about what I had just done. Hoping nobody had noticed. Writing about it now, I must admit, it was a little exhilarating, but I think, I would rather have a planned accident or an accident at home but not at work.
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    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
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    I just finished a new preview video for HD Wetting. Let me know what you think, but be warned, the video does have some nudity in it. Trailer.mp4
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    I call this a "Roast and Boast."
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    A man notices his neighbor locked out of her apartment and she is desperate to pee. screenshots are in order of the files Uncut version contains the sex parts that happen after each wetting Enjoy

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    Sophie could hardly stand it. Her bladder had grown to the size of a pumpkin now, and she still wasn't allowed to pee. She would've felt better with a plug, but it was all on her muscles now. She wondered how much longer she can hold it. She sat through class, legs crossed, hands under her skirt. She could feel the roundness and hardness of her poor bladder and the sloshing going on inside. She figured it wouldn't be that much longer until she had her chance... Omalia showed up with brand new gadget. "It measures how full your bladder is," she explained. Sophie didn't need reminding about how full her bladder was. "Mine is 12%," said Omalia. "Yours is... Oh my." "What?" said Sophie. "324%..." was her reply. Sophie couldn't believe it. Normally one would burst when the bladder reached 100%, but somehow she managed to keep on holding. Omalia flew down her skirt. Sophie somehow flinched at the movement but then sat back. "Your bladder is huge!" exclaimed Omalia. Sophie snuck a peek under her skirt too. She hoped no one was watching. There it was, a huge bulge. Her panties that wrapped around it were also starting to rip loose. Omalia gently rubbed the bulge. "Does someone need to pee???" she taunted. Sophie almost let out a leak. "P-Please stop..." Omalia poked a spot, causing a small spurt of urine to come out. Sophie squirmed in pain. "If I were you, I would definitely even hold it after the contest is over. Your big bladder looks so satisfying. Sophie didn't even want to listen to her. She was in pain, and she wanted to let it all out. There was only a half hour remaining in class. After that she got a lunch break. Just keep holding... thought Sophie. Omalia went up and said, "oops, I'm needed. I'll see ya later." she poofed into dust. Now that the pee goddess was gone, Sophie could finally hold it in peace. She thought about 324%... If she were forced to hold it any longer, it would probably reach 500% and keep on going. Was her bladder that strong? Or was it her muscles? Now she didn't want anything more than to have a pee...
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    Sophie woke up, finding herself still clenching her bladder. It had been two days since she peed. Her bladder and muscles were sore, but they were forced to keep going. She also found out that over the time, her bladder created a big noticeable bump. She guessed her bladder must be the size of a melon right now. Oh, how she wished to pee... She got off of bed and made some breakfast. She realized she'd slept in her skirt. But Sophie just decided to keep it on, as it wasn't such a priority and changing would be so much more painful. Just then, Omalia showed up and said, "How's my little holder going?" Sophie could just mumble a phrase while she crossed her legs: "Please... let me pee..." "No pee for you until tomorrow. You did your horrible deed, now you must pay for it." Sophie had the guts to ask: "W-What did I do exactly?" "Well, a bunch of things that I still can't remember. Anyhow, I've come to issue a challenge." Sophie felt curious. "W-What is it?" "Instead of peeing tomorrow, You can have a holding contest with yours truly. It could mean I lose early and you get to pee today, or I manage to keep on holding like you are and you never get to pee." Sophie felt ambitious. Besides, what could possibly happen? "I-I accept." "Good. I see how your courage never fails you." A couple water bottle materialized onto the table. "You drink 3 bottles, I drink three bottles." The two of them chugged three bottles that amounted to 1.5 liters. Little did she know Omalia spiked all of hers with diuretics... Sophie was starting to be running late, so she took off to class. She didn't bother to drive, so she walked half an hour to the building instead. People stared at her while she crossed her legs and had both her hands in her skirt, but she didn't even care now. The main objective is to hold it... Sophie now finally arrived. It did feel longer than driving, but at least she made it. She hurried into the building and sat down in her classroom. She felt the need to keep squirming, so she did so to save her bladder. She wondered how long this would keep up...
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    Ahh, I forgot to say what she is wearing. Lets just say she wore a white tshirt with a pleated blue skirt that was pretty short, with white panties underneath. Another two hours of misery. Sophie hardly paid any attention to what was being taught but more to how her bladder was feeling. Why is she not allowed to pee? She reconsidered her choices. She could either go full on and charge in or just squat and pee in a bush. After the course was over, Sophie hobbled out of the classroom door and decided where she wanted to go. She wanted to try the restroom at her favorite restaurant that was near, and also she could get lunch there. She decided a 5-minute walk would be better than using the car, so she walked. She rethunk her chances of using the car on the way over. Her bladder was feeling really full. When she finally arrived, she barged in and headed towards the restrooms. She put on her most desperate look ever (it wasn't that hard) as she hobbled to the corner of the buildings where the restrooms are. Just as she got there, a store employee, seemingly in the same trace, blocked her path "You may not pee." Sophie wanted to strangle that employee but she didn't want to create a scene. She said, "Please, I really need to pee. I haven't peed since yesterday." There was no answer from the employee. She had no choice but to just sit down and have lunch. She ordered a sandwich and two cups of coffee, reluctantly. Sophie had felt thirsty and the coffee came with the meal anyway. She went to an empty table, legs crossed. And started to eat. She decided to drink all the coffee since it was there anyway. When she was done, there was even more desperation. The coffee she just drank maybe made her bladder feel even worse, but there was no release. She walked back to the university, hands in her crotch, for what seemed like forever again. She almost had a full-blown accident, but she managed to save herself from hulmiliation. She entered the building and walked to a different restroom this time. She had to walk for quite long, so she seemed safe. But another professor was blocking the door. "You may not pee." This time, Sophie was angry. With one hand in her panties and one hand free, she took it all out on the professor. The professor just stood there, indifferent. Sophie didn't think they were actual humans now. She had raised quite a crowd while she was attempting to beat the professor up. Embarrased, she walked away, trying not to get involved. She tried not to look desperate but it was quite hard to uncross her legs and take her fingers out. Sophie thought it was more embarassing to have an accident than be desperate anyway. She went to a side door and tried to use her last resort. She ducked under the bush. Just as she was removing her panties she heard a "hello". Frightened, she quickly stood up, leaking in the process, and looked around. There was a small "fairy" floating around her. "I am Omalia, the Goddess of urine." The fairy said. She didn't look the type, just a miniature floating human. Her body was quite slim, and it felt like every man wanted to marry her. She wore a plain white dress. Angrily, Sophie said, "Why are there all those creepy people?" "No need for that tone there," replied Omalia. "I've see you broke a rule that was pretty sacred to the godkind. I'll have to look up what it was later, but this is your punishment." "What??" "And it looks like you have to pee behind the bush. To make it more amusing for me, I've added a device in front of your urethra." Sophie looked under her panties. There was a strange metal contraption. It didn't look like a plug. "What is this?" she asked. "Whenever pee touches it, it will shock you. It really hurts. Try it out for yourself." Sophie didn't understand. Maybe this was a dream. She let out a really tiny spurt on purpose. Instantly, she felt pain like she never felt it. She almost lost control there. Both her hands went back under her skirt to shut her bladder. "You'll have to keep holding it," said Omalia. "F-for how much longer?" whimpered Sophie as she squirmed. Her bladder cannot take it much longer. She put all her remaining strength into keep her bladder shut. "Today is March 30. Hold it for the rest of the month, to April. Then the standards reset and all should be back to normal." Omalia giggled and disappeared. Sophie stood back up. How could her muscles hold if for 1.5 more days?!? She doubted what had happened as she hurried towards the next class.
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    Hi everybody! Its me Kozmo! Its been a long time since I wrote the first part of lotto 5, because life has stuff in it I need to be doing. But today, I put aside a couple of hours and went for it. Some background info for newer users who don't know what a KozmoLotto is, the basic jist of it is that every now and again, I hold a thread that's basically a lottery. I roll a d100, and anyone who wants to participate rolls a d100 provides me with an omorashi scenario, with their caveats and the like. Whoever rolls closest to the number I have rolled when I deem the thread to be done, is the winner. I then put myself through their scenario, and write about it here in the experiences forum. These have been quite popular, not to toot my own horn, given that Lotto 4 is the current highest rated post in the sites history. So if you like the thought, and you like this post, participate in the next one because the more the better I'll link all my previous experiences at the bottom for newcomers. Physical description time! I'm what one may call a "skinny-smol goth-looking chick." I'm not incredibly short but definitely not tall either. My weight is always in the like, 100 pound range give or take depending on the month I suppose. I might as well be flat as a board, but my butt looks good according to some, so that's an uplifting thought. I have quite a few tattoos, on my back, leg, arms, and chest. Not going to detail what they are in case someone recognizes me, obviously. My hair is currently teal (I practically change this seasonally) and after attempting to beat an outfit style request from the proprietor of this particular experience, I settled on a black and white horizontally striped t-shirt that I often allow to show off my midriff, a pair of denim short shorts, a black bra that was none too fancy, mainly for the aesthetic for under the shirt and the like, a pair of black panties that were slightly fancier and clung to me nice and tightlike, transparent in some areas but not over the important bits, which were covered in a design, a bit skimpy and frilly, and kneesocks. The kneesocks are just kind of mandatory, you know? Its pretty chilly today, which probably contributed to the trembling that would soon occur. Also, I have the standard piercings you'd expect from someone with this description. As for the experience itself, which was requested by @Imouto Bouquet, the following was requested: "Been a long while since I last inputted into one of these. Anyway, here's my idea: If you own any kind of game in which there's a very high chance of a 'Game Over', this will be perfect. (Looking at you, Dark Souls/Bloodborne). This will go really well if you've built up some need before starting it. Step 1: Start up a new game and build a character type you're not very familiar with (e.g: A Warrior Build if you're used to Magic Casters, and vice versa. You get the idea.) Step 2: Every time you save the game, take a drink from a pint glass. Step 3: Every time you Game Over/Have to reload, down a drink from the pint glass. Every time you Game Over to a boss, push on your bladder for 10-30 seconds based on how low you got the boss's HP (Longer time for the lower percentages of HP, as that's more of an infuriating defeat.) Step 4: If you ever get desperate while playing, you cannot stop to help alleviate your need until you reach a natural stopping point/checkpoint (Bonfires in Dark Souls, if I'm not mistaken). If you do have to surrender to this lifeline, you must take a drink from the Pint Glass when you feel yourself regain more control." Given my love for the souls series, I went with Bloodborne. Dark Souls would be too easy, as I've invested like half my life in that game, but I haven't nearly as much experience in Bloodborne. I decided to go with a bloodtinge build. The build choice ended up literally not mattering. I had this sick strategy for optimized levelling, equipment, the whole shebang. But to the surprise of NOBODY, I'm awful at video games when I'm absolutely bursting at the seams. I should note that another rule was added: Given imouto is in the site discord, I pinged them for any last second additions, which came in the form of if I died to a trash mob, instead of drinking, I had to completely relax for 5-15 seconds depending on the frequency of the deaths. This included falling off of things and dying. Given I ended up so jittery and barely able to hold the controller, this rule got some mileage. 5 seconds for mob or gravity death, 15 seconds if the next death of this type was within 15 minutes of the last. Spoiler alert: almost all of them were. I booted the PS4, layered a trash bag and a towel onto my chair for the future, and got to work. I should also note that the initial request noted I should start out already needing to pee, so I drank some over 500ml of water more than an hour before I started, also without having the classic "morning pee" as they call it. This, which I should have predicted, woke my kidneys up, thus ensuring that everything I'd drink from then on would go straight through me, and BOY did it ever. It started simply enough. You basically have a half-required death near the beginning of the game, given you need to go to the hunters dream to get a weapon, which is the hub you can't access until you either reach a lamp, or die. So I let the first enemy of the game kill me on the spot. I had to pee, but it wasn't dire yet, so the 5 seconds of relaxation wasn't bad, and more than worth. So I thought anyway. Got my equipment, and tried to basically speedrun my way through Yharnam. Naturally, due to being jittery and impatient due to my bladder, I fucked up and died. That 15 seconds of relaxation was very uncomfortable and had me shaking. I let out a frustrated whine and continued on. This would happen one more time, inching me closer towards the edge of desperate need before I actually reached the first boss. The first boss should be easy. Should be. When you're frustrated, needy, and shaky, not so much. To spare the details of the combat, I ended up dying three times (to the fucking Cleric Beast. As a Souls fan that brings me more shame than any wetting ever will.) And as the rules stated, I had to drink a pintglass for every single one of those deaths. Lacking one in my immediate vicinity, but a jar that has measurements on it, a google told me a good pint is a little more than 500 ml. So I went with 500ml. And chugged a litre and a half. This is where things got REALLY REALLY BAD for me, because across those three deaths, running back, drinking 500 ml each time, on top of everything I already had in my system and my kidneys already operating at a speedy capacity, by the third death I was in an absolutely desperate fever. I couldn't stop trembling and whining, swearing out loud every time something didn't go right. Not only did it feel like I was about to piss my shorts, I was also frustrated beyond belief, as I couldn't focus on the game and my bladder fully at the same time. Now you might have noticed, I left something out in that above paragraph. There was something very specific I forgot in the rule for bosses, I was too desperate to think straight and just chugged and rushed again hoping to get things done as speedily as possible. So I forgot to push on my bladder. In all three fights, nonetheless. When I remembered I nervously brought it up to Imouto. They said to make up for it, I'd have to, over the next 5 minutes, relax for a total of 45 seconds. So I could do it 5 seconds at a time, 10 secondsish per minute, as long as the total had been done by the end of the 5 minutes. And this all had to happen while I was still focusing on the gameplay. Things got pretty dire for me really fast, and pretty damp on top of it, no matter how much I whined and vibrated in utter debilitating need. The first couple of relaxations brought the first leaks. And by leaks I mean very steady, slow, streams. Completely relaxing for me is way worse than any kind of pressing on the bladder. Makes sense doesn't it? When you're holding a full bladder and then stop holding, you pee. I was doing them in 10 second increments, as suggested, and by second number 5 I always started trickling into my underwear, and if I so much as shifted my legs, it would increase a bit more. I could feel myself growing warm down there, and eventually had a very big wet spot reaching under my ass. Every bit that slipped out of me made me need to pee more. It was utterly agonizing, and I almost bit a hole through my lip from feeling how helpless such a minor thing like relaxing my bladder could make me. There was nothing I could do but leak, and leak, and leak... ...And then I died. Because keep in mind, while all this was happening, my fingernails were still digging into my controller, and I continued to play the game. I was not doing well, in real life or playing the game. So upon accidentally flinging myself off a ledge because I was far too desperate to actually LOOK where I was going, I had to immediately relax another 5 seconds, thus once more feeling the crotch of my shorts go warm with the agonizing pulses of everything wanting to be released. I respawned and continued. This completely screwed me up. How so you ask? That death and 5 second period of agony, made me forget about the rest of the agony. You know, what was about probably 20 remaining seconds of bladder relaxation that I had to do before the end of the 5 minute period. Naturally, as is almost poetic, I didn't remember this until there was about 20 seconds left in that 5 minute period. I don't want to overuse the word agony like I've been doing, but its just the single most appropriate word. This pain for an omo enthusiast is the 7th circle of hell, but at the same time the final step on the stairway to heaven. I dropped my controller on my desk and almost doubled over. My long fingernails dug into my thighs as I could feel my bladder waking up, like "hey, I heard I'm about to get more relief so let me explode okay?" By 5 seconds I could feel it dribbling. By 10 seconds my legs were contorting, if not my whole body, as small hiss after small hiss started breaching the fabric of my panties and hitting the denim barrier on the other side. I started to let out these small cries, not quite whines, more like when a child gets a cut and they're trying not to cry, these frantic "aaaahh" noises. My nails continued digging, and my legs continued rubbing together at the knees. I was shaking like an absolute leaf, my bladder relaxed but the rest of my body, knowing a grown woman shouldn't be having an accident, entered lock down around the area, leaving this burning intense pain in my lower abdomen while my pee fought its way out. By 15 seconds, it was like a submarine with a hull breach, the first mate sending signals to my brain that it can't hold on any longer. The steady pulse of urine soaking my crotch, pooling under me. The towel was now definitely taking damage, and I could feel my eyes go wide, a few tears pricking, begging it, whining at it, to just hold on, to not COMPLETELY explode. 20 seconds hit. I almost couldn't stop. Both hands were required, and it was another few seconds before I could stem the flow. If it were any other challenge, this probably could have counted as a loss, given my shorts and thighs were soaked. Imouto specified to me though, that the challenge was only over when I completely burst. My bladder had relief, but it was very tired, so it didn't really feel like I had gotten myself breathing room. If anything, it only made me need to pee more. Feeling my bottom half coated in sopping denim and streaks of pee really didn't help at all. And so, my quest continued. To what end, I do not know. My starting strategy had long since fallen apart, my build choice no longer mattered as I was going to get nowhere with it anyway. I wasn't going to make it much farther, I was already a leaky faucet, and if you've read my experiences you know that when I get leaky, its not going to be another hour before my bladder gives out on me entirely and I completely piss my pants. You know it, and I knew it. My goal had to become a lot more realistic, this speedrun wasn't happening, but I needed a goal to latch on to. When you're holding, you need to know what your endgame is in order to steel your resolve. For some, its making it to a bathroom, for others, its hold out until this meeting is over, etc. I needed an anchor to steel my bladder. I thought ahead and quickly found it. I steadied my resolve and I said it outloud to myself. "I'm not going to burst until I kill Father Gascoigne." I held onto that tether as I made my way through. I did my best to keep focus, the trash mobs were literally nothing to me. The big thing that was getting me so far was inattention; forgetting where ambush mobs were placed and getting fucked up by them, or falling off of things. The path to Gascoigne isn't really rife with that sort of thing, at least until I went down to kill the giant pig and fell down a hole. Given this was technically within 15 minutes of the last blunder, I went through the motions of the previous paragraph on this subject again, with even more pee gradually gushing out of me this time. I felt sorry for the puddle. I looked down at my legs, and it was very obvious on my thighs. You know how there's a difference between damp denim, and outright glistening denim? My thighs were glistening. I could see the very wet streak reaching from my crotch up the short seam. I gripped my controller and continued on. Upon making it to Gascoigne I was more confident than I should have been. Gascoigne is the first major boss of the game, and he is essentially the difficulty spike. He's geared to get you prepared for the game ahead, where you'll fight highly aggressive monsters, and even moreso he preps you for fighting other hunters, whether it be NPC, or other players invading you for PvP. When you beat him, that's when you're ready. As someone who always loved the PvP of Bloodborne, Gascoigne might be my favorite boss to fight. I aggressively duked it out with him, kited him around some tombstones and-- Then he killed me. I was mortified. Did I really come this far just to lose to him, and then lose control? I scowled in pure frustration and despair, shaking like a leaf. I was so desperate to pee I could barely hold the controller, my body was a sweaty mess of vibrating movement. I stuffed my hand between my legs, gripping for dear life, feeling the cold liquid shoot down my throat as I chugged the required 500ml. I had consumed so much water, over 2L at this point. I didn't know if the small bulge in my abdomen was my stomach or bladder bloated with water. Likely both. You'll recall that the boss death rule requires pushing on my bladder afterward. You'll also recall, if you've read my stories before, that I don't like just pushing on my bladder. For whatever reason, it doesn't actually do a whole lot to me. It increases discomfort, yes. It definitely makes me need to pee more. But I've never so much as spurted from pushing on my bladder with my hands, I don't think. But when its in a challenge its obviously meant to be way worse than it effects me, so I usually do what I did here. I stood up, went to the corner of my desk, moaning as I felt gravity sink my bladder lower, and leaned into it for a good 20 seconds as punishment for losing to Gascoigne. I fully expected this to be the end. The pressure on my bladder was immense, and I could have sprayed like a firehose all over my floor, right then and there. But, given this wasn't a matter of me relaxing my bladder like most challenge related events up to this point, I was able to clench my muscles for dear life. I leaked into my now drenched underwear at the 10th second, leading me to hunch over my desk even more. I was huffing and puffing and moaning and actually drooling onto my desk, knock kneed and just trying my absolute hardest not to wet my shorts more than I already had. A really big spurt forced its way out around the 15th, shooting down my thigh and pattering onto the floor. Hearing it really didn't do me any justice, it just caused me to make even more loud and incomprehensible noises. Second 20 rolls around and I get off the desk as fast as possible, not before immediately leaking onto the floor again. I grabbed my crotch to save myself as best as I could and gingerly sat back down onto my towel. Once more I fought my way to the boss area in what was becoming a routine run. The leaks had bought me a bit of relief, not a whole lot, but a bit more focus. I got back to Gascoigne and initiated Operation Kill-This-Fuck. I made sure to be more of an aggressor this time, utilizing stunlocks and the music box to force him into a corner and continue wailing on him. There was a couple close calls but I had plenty of heals on me. When he morphed into his monster form I made use of the classic 2nd phase strategy, where you cover him in oil and throw molotovs at him, taking big chunks of his health. Before long, the good Father was finished, and I went back to the Hunters Dream to level up, which had me chugging another 500 ml, as were the rules. This triggered some sort of response in my brain. I think it was due to me having this exact victory as a goal, because I immediately started heavily leaking, so quickly I barely had time to respond. I dropped my controller on the floor and stuffed my hands between my legs, leaning forward as I felt a gush of urine push its way into my shorts and seep into the now squishy towel underneath me. It was easily the biggest leak yet, the PSSSSHHHH might as well have echoed in the room. I had to wipe my hands off on my legs so I could pick the controller back up. This was the beginning of the end for me. I was almost constantly dribbling on and off, and I had beaten the goal I had set. My kidneys were constantly processing liquid, making sure my bladder kept topping off, but it was so tired. I didn't really have an option to hold back too much anymore. My bladder was exhausted, my brain was exhausted, my ass planted in my chair was soaked, I was beyond saving. I blindly trucked forward and walked into the next area, only to get killed by a mob I forgot was there. Twice in a row. 5 seconds of relaxation for the first, during which I surprisingly didn't leak, but the next death to the same mob (I fucked up a parry and he murdered me) bought me 15 seconds. Yet again, Psssshhh. I could only moan under my breath, sweating and drooling with need as I felt my crotch grow warm, and the towel warmer. I was done for. My next fuckup would be my last. Upon deciding I should just sprint past enemies, all the while beginning to dribble as my body began to finally give out, I frantically combed through the area, too desperate to think and even remember what I was supposed to be doing, only to not notice the monsterous dog chasing me, the dog whom ended my final life as I stopped to take in my bearings. Another 15 seconds of bladder relaxation? I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I couldn't do it and my bladder didn't even wait for me to try. I began to wet myself, feeling urine pool in my underwear, through it, into my shorts, and spread warmth all around me. There was nothing I could do. It didn't stop me from trying. I clenched as hard as I could, stood up, and threw my controller onto my bed. I hobbled next to my chair, a hand buried in my crotch, feeling my pee push through my shorts into my fingers. I kept muttering to myself, "I can't stop, I can't stop" as I tore the towel off my chair and threw it at the floor underneath me, in some sorry attempt to control the damage. I braced myself, one hand on my desk, one buried in my crotch. I shut my eyes and grunted with the effort of trying to stop. Psssh. No dice. I still couldn't stop it. I removed the hand at my desk and had it join the other one in trying to hold back the flood. I gasped in absolutely frantic disbelief, terror, and hopelessness, breathing heavily and verbally begging, saying to my empty room that I couldn't hold it, please stop. Please. The cries of helplessness continued.. Psssshhhh. I felt it begin to stream down my legs. I was doing my best to not completely pee myself, but there's only so much a single person can do, especially when its mind against body. The dread grew inside me, knowing that despite my hands being planted firmly, kneading even, into my crotch, I was still wetting myself, slowly but surely. I could feel the warm drops begin to patter on my kneesocks, warming my calves and signalling that the backs of my legs were no longer safe either. I made one last ditch attempt. I was sweating, knock kneed and trembling beyond all belief, nearly drooling with the combination of pure frantic desperation and ecstasy. I removed my hands, bent forward, arching my back a little, and planted my hands on the arm of the chair, leaning onto it for all the stability I could garner. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape and panting as I glanced down at myself, my entire being about to collapse underneath me. This was it. I tried to hold. I tried to hold it in so hard, every fibre in my being went into not completely peeing my shorts... But... I couldn't do it. I couldn't hold it anymore. My bladder completely gave out and I started peeing full force into my shorts, if not outright through them. The hiss was loud, but the liquid spilling onto the floor and towel was far louder, spattering and pooling every which way. The relief was so incredible it was almost orgasmic, if I hadn't been holding myself up using the chair I would have collapsed straight to my knees. Blazing trails of streaming urine rushed down my legs, rivers on their way to the ocean underneath me. I don't even need to describe how my clothes could literally no longer contain any of it, my entire lower half was oversaturated beyond capacity almost instantly. I struggled, cried, panted and moaned, quite loudly mind you given it was an incredibly intense moment for me on all fronts, but I was finished. I had lost. Maybe a minute later I had tapered off, being empty enough now that my body turned off the bladder autopilot and allowed me to have control once more. I notified the proper challenge authorities of the development, and squelched my way to the bathroom and stripped off, peeing whatever 10 or 5 percent I had left into the toilet. I sat in there for a bit just collecting myself from the exhaustion and chatting on my phone. Eventually I pulled myself back into my room, wiped up and tossed laundry accordingly, and plopped myself down at my computer. I probably didn't even put clothes back on for like another hour, I was far too exhausted. I had several more close calls, through the day and night, given that after we mathed everything out I had consumed 3 litres total. I am not a big girl. My kidneys were still on overdrive and I had so much water still in my system. I got desperate again every hour, and I peed again every hour, until that evening. (Don't worry I ate salty food, I know how water intoxication works and I avoid it very reliably) As I sat in my chair, feeling the fatigue eat me alive, I could only think about how this was DEFINITELY one for the books. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. Thank you for reading, and I love you all If you're interested in my past work, the work that went into making this experience happen, and a vague announcement for the very near future, continue reading below ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Firstly, a MASSIVE thank you to @Biku for making the art included in this experience. This entire ordeal, I was typing in the discord which he was present for, and we came to an agreement almost immediately after the ordeal happened. I can not exaggerate how good this picture is. I gave him all the details of the experience, showed him some reference pictures so he'd know the exact attire and who he was drawing, and he absolutely blew my mind. This is the single most accurate piece of art I've ever had done of me, and its quality is absolutely OUTSTANDING. If you wanted to see what a Kozmo experience looks like, in some way that's other than words, this is the absolute closest to the real thing you can POSSIBLY get. Every single little detail of the picture is 1000% accurate, from me to the clothes to the wetting itself. My mind is boggled, and this is my favorite omo picture of all time as a result. If you haven't checked out Biku's art already, get on that shit. Like right now, GO. You might be thinking that this agreement seems 1 sided. That's where the announcement I mentioned comes in. To avoid spoilers I'll just say this: Biku gave me some art for my experience, and in trade, I'm giving him some experience for his art. He'll have another project coming soon, and you're not going to want to miss it, because I personally am going to help said project be an accurate depiction of the scenario he wants to create right down to the wire, in the way Kozmo always does, if you catch my drift. So stay tuned for that, you're DEFINITELY not going to want to miss it. Again, if you haven't checked out his art, you definitely should, and continue to do so. If you're new around here, or just haven't cared until now and want to read the rest of my experiences I've put myself through, I shall link them below. Thanks for sticking around to read more Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos!
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    This hold featured here details more of my adventures that one Friday night off I had in a hotel. The plan was to hold it until I couldn't hold it anymore, but it wasn't a full-on wetting that resulted initially, but lots and LOTS of leaks that just kept coming. The end came hours after I'd started, and I included the videos of me wetting, because throughout them, I'm still fighting to hold it! I do finally yield but as you can see, in this case it took more than leaked pants, a large water bottle, a running sink, and thinking I'll let go but not actually...to make me go.

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    Hi there! I am currently fumbling my own way through the scariness of being new at this kind of thing too. I am a sub for the most part, though occasionally I do like to switch. I find myself extremely nervous when trying to control someone because I never know exactly what to do/have them do. I think the best way to deal with this problem is to gather the most amount of information practicable to aid in formulating your strategy for your scene. To do this means to have a very frank, up front discussion with your potential partner ahead of time. Set some expectations. What are both of you wanting to get out of this? Find out if they have any limits, and tell them any of yours. Ask them their ideal outcome. Do they want to be pushed right to their limit, or just past (i.e. full wetting)? How harsh would they like you to be about it, and in what way? It may help to find out what aspect of omo appeals to them the most (desperation, wetting, humiliation, sexual versus non-sexual, etc). And then talk about your own preferences. Tell them in what way you want to torture them and how far you'd like to take it. Do you want to roleplay? Do you want to give your victim challenges to try to make them lose it? What kind of challenges do they prefer? Do they like to be told not to squirm? Do they like being told to do things like stretches or chores? Then, together, make the decision if you are compatible to play. If you are, you now have an arsenal of information on ways to make your partner and yourself happy during playtime. Debriefing after a scene is also essential. You need to find out what they liked and didn't like about the scene. What they would change or do differently next time. You need an opportunity to share the same. If you enjoyed your time together, you might want to reassure your partner of same. Let them know you appreciate them. It may not feel quite so as you're doing this over DM, but this is a very intimate thing to share with someone and may leave either party feeling vulnerable. Reassurances help. You may want to eat or drink something right afterwards to keep up your blood sugar, and find yourself some warm clothing or a blanket. Another thing to keep in mind is that this is a very intense thing that we do sometimes. Either party can experience something afterwards commonly referred to as drop. We get a rush of brain chemicals when we do this kind of thing and it can cause a bit of an imbalance anywhere from a few minutes to a few days after a scene. It can manifest physically in that you might feel like you have a hangover or stayed up too late the night before, or it can manifest emotionally in symptoms of depression or sometimes even feelings of confusion, anger, irrationality, or insecurity. This doesn't happen to everyone, but you might want to be aware that it exists so you can make sure to take care of yourself and your play partners if it happens to come up at any time. I've always found more information to be the key to my own feelings of insecurity. The above approach may not always be practical. In those instances in which there's no time or inclination to really discuss things, I would suggest starting out slow and just gauging their reaction as you go along with what you'd like to do. Maybe start with a few simple challenges. Drink two glasses of water. Stand with legs apart for a few minutes. Do a household chore while holding it. Hold breath for 30 seconds. That kind of thing. My DM's are always open if you want to talk more about it. I'm going through the same thing.
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    I think my answer is obvious to anyone who's seen any of my stories. My name probably kind of makes it obvious to. I love it when women with a large bladder can hold on and on for a long time until eventually even they can't hold on any longer. There's nothing hotter then a stubborn woman with an iron bladder finally having to succumb to her bladder's urgent needs many hours later. I can enjoy well written stories of women with much smaller/weaker bladders, but stories of women with larger bladders tend to be more fun for me to read. They often involve more build up for how the woman got so desperate in the first place to which is another plus.
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    from league of legends
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    Chapter 1 David was sitting in the front row of the school bus taking him home from school. The seats were wide enough for two to fit comfortably, but no one was sitting next to David; most students preferred to sit near the back of the bus, where they could feel the bumps in the road more strongly. There were two girls sitting across the aisle from David: a blonde, sitting next to the aisle, and a brunette, sitting next to the window. Both were attractive, but so were a good many of David’s classmates. David alternated between watching the two girls and looking out his own window; there wasn't much else he could see from where he was sitting. About two-thirds of the way through the ride, while David was looking out the window, he heard a gasp and turned just in time to see the brunette plunge both hands tightly between her legs. The blonde was giggling. "I can't believe you would watersucker me in public!" the brunette exclaimed, quietly but clearly horrified. Watersucker? David thought, confused. He had never heard that term before. "We're almost home," the blonde replied. "Anyway, you got me while we were out hiking." "There was no one else around." "So it's the other people that bother you? The seat backs are too high for anyone to see you without standing up." The brunette looked around, then pointed at David. "He can see," she said. "All right, one person." "You know I'm going to get you back for this." "I'm sure you will," the blonde retorted. "In the meantime, though . . ." she started to tickle the brunette's sides. "Oh my god, stop. Stop. I have to pee." "That's the point." They stopped talking at that point. The blonde continued to giggle and tickle the brunette, who tried to squirm away from the blonde’s fingers while continuing to hold herself tightly with both hands. David, his mouth open slightly, could not take his eyes off of them. The brunette tried to glare angrily at the blonde a few times, but then she would crack up from the tickling, squeeze her vulva with the hands holding it, and then concentrate her efforts on trying to getting away from the tickling while, apparently, struggling not to wet her pants. After awhile she started squeezing herself repeatedly even while trying to avoid being tickled, and then she gave on the dodging attempts, crossed one leg over the other, and tensed her thighs briefly. David’s mouth had gone dry. He closed it and swallowed, then opened it again. “Aww,” the blonde started to tease, “do you have to go pee pee? Are you going to wet your pants like a little kid? Are you going to have an embarrassing accident on a crowded school bus?” She was smiling broadly. “I hate you,” the brunette said flatly. They were speaking quietly, presumably so as not to attract the attention of the entire school bus, but David was still able to hear what they said if he listened properly. The brunette tensed her thighs again. The bus stopped. David started; he had forgotten that he was on a moving vehicle. The blonde looked out the girls’ window and said, “Oh, here we are.” She turned to face the aisle and slowly slid out of the seat. As she slowly stood up, she looked at David. David half hoped, half dreaded that she would say something to him. She did not. She merely looked at him for a few moments, her expression showing nothing more than passing curiosity, and then turned and started walking toward the door to the bus, which the driver had opened. The brunette was now sitting at the edge of the seat that the girls had shared, her legs still crossed and her hands still between them. She, too, looked at David, and her expression showed exasperation, as well as the understandable panic of being about to pee in her pants. The exasperation, however, was not directed at David. She did say something to David: “I’m going to get her back for this.” The way she said it, David believed her, although he was still kind of confused about what was going on. The brunette then uncrossed her legs and slowly got up, still holding her vulva tightly. David suspected that her slowness was for an entirely different reason than that of the blonde. The two girls made their way out of the bus, the blonde still moving with what David assumed was deliberate slowness, the brunette pee pee dancing furiously and urging her companion to hurry up. Once they made it to the sidewalk, the blonde resumed tickling the brunette’s sides. The bus door closed and the bus started moving again. David watched the two girls out the window. The brunette was bent forward, her hands still between her legs, hobbling along the sidewalk, stopping frequently to squeeze her thighs together, while the blonde tailgated her and tickled her constantly. David continued to watch them until the bus turned a corner and they were out of sight. When David’s mother got home later that day, David asked her, “Mom, what does ‘watersucker’ mean?” His mother looked at him uncertainly. “Watersucker? Something that sucks up water?” That didn’t make sense. But David didn’t feel comfortable discussing the circumstances under which he had heard the term used, so he said, “Never mind,” and went back to doing his homework.
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    So this happened a couple months ago. Just so you know, I'm in community college right now, and I live on my own. My parents help me out with rent and stuff but for the most part I take care of myself. Anyway, the guy I'm dating now is a member on this site. His name on here is Kayushi. He goes to the same college I do. I was sitting in my college comp class, not really able to concentrate because my bladder was acting up like usual (I've always had a lot of trouble holding it) so half the lecture just went in one ear and out the other, including the topic for the essay we had to write that week. As soon as our professor released us, I bolted for the bathroom and barely made it with a few wet spots on my jeans. Relieved, I left the bathroom and headed for the door, when I realized I didn't know what I was supposed to do for homework. Luckily when I got to the parking lot, this really cute guy from my class was parked next to me. He had his car running, but he hadn't left yet. Now, normally I'm extremely shy when it comes to talking to cute guys, but I HAD to know what we were doing for homework. He introduced himself as Jace (I know that's not his real name, but he likes to be called Jace for some reason... something to do with a book he read) and he told me he'd tell me what we were doing on one condition: I had to let him take me out. Obviously I agreed, I mean... he was probably one of the cutest guys in my class, he seemed really introverted most of the time, like me. And most of all, I didn't really put myself out there, so I hadn't been on a date in like a year and a half. I gave him directions to my house and told him to give me a couple hours to get ready. Then we went our seperate ways. I was extremely nervous by the time I got home. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge in my room and chugged it, then I hopped in the shower, dried myself off and grabbed my favorite outfit out of my closet: A black corset laced with pink, a black and pink school-girl type skirt and well... you can guess the color theme for my bra and underwear. About 7:00, I heard his car pull in my driveway. More like felt actually, cos he had his stereo in his car blaring Bullet for my Valentine (yesss ^.^) so I grabbed my purse, put on my knee-high hooker boots and walked out to his car. He told me how beautiful I looked and kissed my hand before pulling out of my driveway. He took me to this nice italian restaurant near his parents' house and as we were seated I realized something. I had not been to the bathroom since I chugged the waterbottle. I was so nervous and excited about the date that I totally forgot. The place he took me to was one of those places where they don't have the full public restrooms, but the one-at-a-time private ones, and judging by the line, I wouldn't have made it if I tried, so I did the only thing I could think of: bit my lip and sat on my heel. I figured if nothing else, I should at least make it through dinner if I didnt drink anything else, of course he had like 20 refills on his soda. I actually caught myself wondering how his body could contain that much liquid when I was having problems holding back one little bottle of water. I felt the pressure building in my bladder the whole time, and again I couldn't concentrate to save my life. I remember him telling me he'd had a crush on me since the first day of class, and he told me how beautiful he thought I was and all that stuff... the one thing I DID really notice though, was that he didn't seem to notice that I had to pee. the way I was acting I was afraid I was being too obvious. Well I found out later he did notice, but I'll save that for the end of this story. After about a half-hour, he finally got the check and paid it, and we left. I was reluctant to get up but I had to keep hiding the fact that I was about to pee all over the place whether I liked it or not. Sure enough, as soon as I stood up a small stream of urine escaped into my underwear. I managed to stop it there, but there was a wet spot there now and a few drops on the inside of my leg. I glanced over at the bathroom, where there was still a good sized line. I decided to try and hold it till he got me home, and focused all my energy on the walk out to his car. The sad thing is, I would have made it, but when we got to his car there was something sitting in the passenger seat. It was what looked like a dozen red roses with a note on them. I was stunned, and the surprise made me lose my focus as another stream of hot liquid made its way out of me. I tried crossing my legs but it was too late. My pee soaked my underwear and poured down my legs, flooding my boots and making a puddle at my feet. Jace stared at me for a minute in as much shock as I was at the flowers. I started crying my eyes out, but he came around to my side of the car, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me to his chest and told me it was okay, as my tears soaked his shirt and my pee continued to soak my skirt and his jeans. When I was done, he lifted my chin and kissed me gently on the lips, then he moved the roses to the back seat and put a trash bag down on the seat. When we got back to my house, he came in with me and waited in my living room with the roses while I showered and got dressed in dry clothes. When I came back out, he told me that he had a kind of erotic interest in wetting. Any other time with any other guy, he would have been out my front door, but this guy was so sweet about it and he didn't seem to judge me at all. Now I know this might seem tacky, and I don't normally make a habit of this... but he spent the night that night... and we had probably the best sex I've ever had.
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