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  1. 12 points

    On a Tinder Date

    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. 8 points

    On a Tinder Date

    So you decided to purposely soak this guy's bed with your pee, possibly ruining his matress, when he is obviously not even consenting nor into omo? I really dissaprove this.
  3. 5 points

    (Request) Lost VK Video

    adriafox.mp4
  4. 4 points

    My birthday pants!

    He forgot the keys to the house in the car, and it snowed ON MY BIRTHDAY! enjoy I was bursting! I am unable to load the video due to it being too long! until I figure out how to upload the whole thing, here are some aftermath pictures of my jeans!
  5. 3 points

    VyolaLyingDownWetting

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Oh no, I couldn't hold it....Wanna help me get undressed?
  6. 3 points

    Halloween Desperation

    Hey guys, Last Halloween was eventful, and this Halloween was even more so. It was like, sensory overload. Not just with all of the events that I went to, which were exciting enough in and of themselves, but also the desperation sightings, which there were many. Very many. Some of which were very intense; there were even a few ladies that definitely needed to poop, which I’ve never seen at a bar or club before. I thought that I might see a few desperate ladies while I was out, but it definitely wasn’t something on the forefront of my mind. For some reason, it was everywhere this past weekend, and I have more than a few sightings to share with you guys. There’s a lot of them, so I won’t be posting them all at once. For the two poop desperation sightings I had, which were incredible, I’ll definitely mark it for those that want to skip it. For now, here is your first sighting: *********** I went out over a 2- day period. I went out on Halloween, and the night after, since there were still a few events going on that night. I had a sick ass costume. I ended up going as a detective, and people actually thought that I was a cop. They were like, “have a good night Officer,” and asking me for directions. Little things here and there, everyone walked in a bubble around me, it was pretty funny! At the first club I went to, this actually lead to my first sighting. I was standing in the “lobby” area of the club, away from all of the noise and the dance floor. I needed to make a phone call, but it was still too loud, so I just stood there texting. The bathroom was in the corner, and there was a line starting to form, leading out into the lobby, and it eventually stretched over to where I was standing. Naturally, this raised an eyebrow for me. I’m not omo- minded 24/7, but anytime I see a long ladies line, I can’t help but take some interest. There were some very pretty ladies in line, but only one seemed squirmy. She was excessively squirmy actually, her restlessness was definitely driven by a full bladder. She was stepping from foot to foot, and had one of her fists clenched. She crossed her legs and rocked too and fro. Not vivaciously, but just enough for the trained eye to know that she had to pee, uncomfortably so. She also looked a little unsteady on her feet, she probably had a lot to drink. She was about 10 feet away from me or so, as I subtly checked her out. She looked Hispanic, 5’4”, with respectable curves, dressed in a devil costume (ironically). She was pretty cute. But as I eyed her from close by, she suddenly turns to me, legs still crossed, and smiled a sultry smile. I felt myself blush a little, having been caught checking her out. I was feeling pretty confident though, so I smiled at her back. ”Hi there,” I mouthed over the loud music. She gave me a cute wave, and tried to mouth something. I mouthed back that I couldn’t hear her. In response, she stepped out of line, with quite a few ladies waiting behind her. I noticed this but said nothing. ”I said I like your costume,” she said, “are you actually a cop? You look like one!” ”You like a man in uniform huh?” I teased, as she crossed her legs again, this desperate woman now face to face with me, squirming subtly. ”Of course I do! Cops are badass! Are you a cop? Or the military?” ”No, but I did a ride along once!” We continued talking. Her name was “Bianca,” so we’ll call her, and she’s an orthodontist. Honestly, a very interesting person! Over the course of 5 minutes, she started cozying up to me, and at one point, she grabbed my hand, and put it around the small of her back. She had definitely been drinking. I was pretty buzzed too, but as much as I was enjoying her company, I was definitely not on the same level she was, and I could tell she wanted something I wasn’t comfortable enough to give her. ”Who are you here with? Where are you friends? Why aren’t they waiting with you?” ”Oh they went to get me a drink while I waited in line!” ”You probably should’ve stayed in line! Look how long it is now!” I said, pointing to the line. ”Oh my gosh I know, I have to pee so bad!” She giggled, and did an exaggerated pee dance. She stepped in place and clenched her fists at her sides, hunching over with a desperate but humorous smile on her face. ”You should get back in line before you make a scene!” I teased, looking at her squirming legs. ”How would I make a scene?” She asked dumbly. ”Well if you wait any longer your going to have to pee even more.” ”Oh my god I knoowwwww!” She giggled, bouncing up and down. “Wait in line with me!” We got in line together, and now she was actively stepping back and forth, first little steps, then larger steps. We flirted back and forth, and occasionally she would cross her legs and lean on me when I made her laugh. I was incredibly aroused, but I knew I shouldn’t do anything. After awhile she moaned and crossed her legs, and grabbed the cuffs of her daisy dukes. She was clearly desperate. It would’ve been obvious to anyone. Her butt wiggled around as she squirmed, and I couldn’t help but stare as she turned to look for her friends, legs crossed and bouncing lightly in place. Shortly after that, her friends came back with drinks, each one of them with a varying level of sobriety. They were super rowdy, and one of them was immediately confrontational with me. She asked me why I was in the ladies line, and of course, I told her that her friend Bianca asked me to keep her company. The sober friend defused the situation, and I politely introduced myself. Also a very nice woman, very pretty too. She thanked me for staying with Bianca, she didn’t know how drunk Bianca was going to get. By then, I was trying to head back to my group. They had been waiting for me, and they were starting to text me asking where I was at. “Bianca I gotta head back to my group. Lemme get your number real quick!” She gave me a dopey smile, and she pee danced back and forth, one foot in front of the other, as she gave my her number, and we exchanged each other's Instagrams. She tightly crossed her legs and smiled as I entered my information into her phone. ”Have a good night Officer Alex,” She drunkly giggled. I laughed, told her to stay out of trouble, and rejoined my group. I didn’t see her again the rest of the night.
  7. 3 points
    This past Thursday I was on my way home from work and I heard a grumble in my stomach (after having some issues at work as well) I got out of my car just as my partner was coming down to head to work. He stopped me to talk to me and I felt the bubbling and gurgling get worse. I tried to push past him to get to the stairs so I could run up stairs and relieve myself. but of course after seeing the desperate look on my face he followed me up towards the apartment with that evil grin on his face, knowing I was about to explode at any moment. I told him to get to work and then sent him this video! it was a rough time. IMG_9189.MOV
  8. 3 points

    Getting to work

    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.
  9. 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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    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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    Ayla and Harriet: Locked in

    -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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    Not much to see but an interesting interview anyway.
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    Zumba Class

    So this is a brand new experience. I wanted to share it with everyone. My boss pays for us to have gym memberships. At this particular gym, they have Zumba classes. If you've never taken a Zumba class, I'd recommend it. It's basically dancing, but it's a good work out and a lot of fun. This past week, I'd be fighting bronchitis, along with other cold like symptoms. I got sent home from work in the middle of the week, mostly to keep it from spreading around. I returned to work on Friday, just in time to wrap up the week. I had gotten fairly dehydrated from being sick, and so Friday I was working really hard to replenish. The entire day I was chugging water and Gatorade. To the point my stomach felt so full, I literally couldn't drink anything more. As soon as the feeling of being full subsided, I continued drinking. During my full 8 hours at work, I didn't feel the need to pee at all. I got off of work at 3pm, and was going to go to Zumba class at 5:30pm. To pass the time, I looked around at some shopping places. I love looking/buying clothes and shoes. Anyway, around 4:30ish was when the first hint of needing to pee came around. I wasn't bad at all. Maybe a 3 out of 10. I didn't want to go, personally I hate going to the bathroom in public places like that. They're so dirty. I held it and thought nothing else of it. 5:30 comes around and I'm at my Zumba class. I'm wearing black yoga/work out pants and a grey shirt from college. My need to pee jumped to about a 6, but Zumba class is only an hour long, so again I thought nothing more about going pee. It was a huge mistake. With all the jumping, twisting, squatting...and what ever else we do, it absolutely reeked havoc on my bladder. I helded out for the first 15 minutes or so, but after that was when the leaks began. Starting out small, and gradually growing with each movement. I started to realize that I might not make it through Zumba. I wanted to leave, but I'm a fairly shy person and felt bad for interrupting the instructor to pack up and leave. I had no choice. About 30 minutes into the class, my pants were wet from my crotch to about 3-4 inches down my legs. The leaks and spurts became uncontrollable. I grabbed my bag and started heading for the bathrooms. As I'm running there, all the rest of my control slips from me. Even with my hand between my legs, pee is running down my legs. It seemed like the bathrooms were so far away. I'm still trying like crazy not to have a complete accident here. I finally made it to the bathrooms, pee is running down into my socks. In my frenzy the only thing I managed to do was get my workout pants off. I struggled for a moment trying to get my panties off too but, I couldn't stop peeing long enough, so I gave up. Panties still on, I sat down on the toilet anyway. I peed for at least a minute more. My panties were so soaked. I inspected the damage to my work out pants. They're black, which hides the wetness, but they were so wet. I pulled my pants back on and headed to my car. I laid my jacket on the seat of my car and went home. It's been a hell of a week.
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    Do you enjoy checking out high-resolution photos of girls peeing in their panties? If so, you are going to love this photo-set featuring Sosha peeing in her cotton thong underwear. We find Sosha outdoors on the patio in this gallery, wearing only a light pink t-shirt and purple, thong style, cotton panties. The first photos in this set simply show Sosha looking cute and showing off for the camera. Later on in the photo set, she intentionally pees in her panties. The purple cotton fabric of her thong grows visibly dark as it gets wet, creating a gorgeous visible wet patch for us to enjoy. For the remainder of the photos, she shows off her soaked panties as she is wearing them.
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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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  17. 2 points
    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.
  18. 1 point
    There is a special club for boys and girls who likes pee holding and pee desperation. It is a kind of sado maso club for bladder torture, for girls who likes to hold their pee, for girls who likes to be made to hold it and for girls who likes to get their bladder tortured from hot boys. The girls are proud of their strong bladder and of their ability to hold their pee extreme long. It is a club for boys who love it if girls are desperate to pee, for boys who get`s horny if they see a bulging bladder in a girls slim belly. But it is a club for maso boys too, for boys who likes holding and gets his bladder tortured. The club open only at Saturday at 8 pm. Some girls hold it all day so that they are really full at 8. They know that there will be no loo for girls, that is exactly what they want need to wee, but can`t go. They want to be full to burst, but forced to hold it. That is exactly what the boys want too, they want to see girl`s who hold a bladder full to explode. Girls talk openly about their strong urge, about how bad they would need to go, how long they are holding it and how many hours since they would need to wee. Boys like that, they get horny just from listen, they can`t get enough, they want more of it. The girls bladder must stretch, they must get bigger and bigger and the urge must get stronger, for that reason they make the girls drink. Some girls would need to wee really, really bad after hours, but there is no loo, they have to hold it and they have to drink. The boys are curious how long the girls are able to endure that. The club members should wear special dresses, maybe the girls bikini and the boys speedos? The bellies should be bare to see the bladders bulging. There are young, slim waiter girls at the service, they are nearly naked, extra short miniskirt so that their white, little panties are visible. This girls have to have extra large bladders, they are not allowed to wee all evening and for a good tip, they let you feel their swollen bladders and let you press on it. On a little stage are some sexy dancer girls, they are also not allowed to pee. Late at night the girls would need to wee really, really bad. Forced from their bodily needs they do a "pee dance" they rub their knees, they press their thighs hard together, they bent over with the hands between their crossed legs and they massage their swollen bladders. That is a dance, what boys who loves girls desperate to pee, wants to see! If one of the guests wants to present her (his) sexy body and her bulging bladder, she can use the stage too. Of course the strongest girl can`t hold it forever. Any girl will piss herself if you don`t let her go long enough, but that would be a shame at this club. If a girl comes to her absolutely limit, if it get`s to painful for her, or she starts to leak so that her white panty gets yellow over her slit, she can order a large measuring jug for to wee. She can do that behind a little curtain or free to see for all, on the stage. If she has done her much needed pee she show the jug so that all can see how much she was holding. If her "performance" was good, she get`s a big applause. The dance girls and the service girls are not allowed to take one of this jugs, they have to aske for permission before. If one of the girls need to wee really, really bad and the poor girl aske for permission to use a jug, the club owner aske sometimes the peoples "should we let her go?" Especially the boys say something like this " no let her hold it, she is a big girl- make her wait, she can endure more- don`t let her pee, her bladder can get bigger- no wee for her". The boys love to see the waiter girls walk at the service with their upper thighs pressed together, the knees rubbing on each other, they love to see them stand beside the table with tight crossed legs and sometimes they can see near to the closing time, some drops of hot girl wee running down on the nude, slender legs. I think one evening at this club would be a great experience!!!!? Does somebody have more ideas for this club?
  19. 1 point

    Casual wetting

    I think a lot of people are into the desperation part but I want to find my like minded fellows that are here to WET themselves as if toilets never existed at all. Come together my clothes-peeing folk who like to leak into their underwear as much as possible, over and over again. Especially in situations like talking to someone, walking, cleaning, eating, and other times/places where you might not usually. Even if the need to go isn't that bad! Especially if you're not desperate. Share a fantasy! I'd really like to take a hike in the woods with a friend and pee every so often together, without really mentioning it to each other or commenting on it, our pants darkening slowly together as leak after leak lets out.
  20. 1 point

    This just in-

    I just peed myself on a phone call, oops!
  21. 1 point
    (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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    Request Thread

    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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    Next group of questions: 1) Which girl in line (as of the time that Miranda entered the bathroom and saw 8 girls ahead of her in line) was the one that wet herself (meaning was she the first girl, third, sixth, or whatever), and how close was she to the front of the line when she pissed herself (based on what you said, probably either next in line or just one girl ahead of her). Let's give her a name as well. What was the name of the girl who peed her pants? 2) What were the names and ages of the other girls in line? Also, were there any girls that were in line behind her, and if so, indicate how many, names, ages, and level of desperations? 3) Not sure if you answere this before, but what was the grade configuration of this school (ie 6-12, 9-12, 6-8, or some other combination)? 4) How many girls in that line actually got a chance to pee (and out of the ones who did, how many got to class on time, and how many were late)? 5) So what happens next? Did she somehow get permission to leave class to go to the bathroom? Or did she just leave class on her own (and if so, what was the consequence, if any)? Was she able to hold it through class? If so, what are the circumstances during the next break (or is it lunch break, or end of school day)? If not, when does she piss herself, and how noticeable is it? 6) And just for fun, how many other girls in that class were in a similar predicament of being close to peeing their pants?
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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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    1: Orgasm while you pee 2: Pee while you orgasm
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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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    Version 1.0.0

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    My wife is back with another jeans wetting video, this time with front and back views and sound!

    Free

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    Biku's art

    Meow
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    Dude Man has the best VK page I have ever seen. If someone has a link to a similar page, I'd love to see it.
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    OMG that was orgasmic. I've never burst like that. I legit reached a point where I couldn't hold it and was just wetting uncontrollably! Too large to upload here but I'll post some screenshots, posting the VK link for your enjoyment https://vk.com/id335842433?w=wall335842433_167%2Fall Story time. First thing, Think anyone could tell I was wearing a diaper? My friend didn't seem to notice. Wore a long shirt and made sure not to bend lol. But I was soooo paranoid of the crinkle! So yesterday I wet the bed legitmatly which is like a needle in a haystack for me, I tried the https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxfWFpIvXlE video and it actually worked (third time not the first two). Sadly I woke up right at the end of stream or not long after because I was still warm, I was soooo turned on, had some fun But wish I could sleep through it since its hard to sleep in clammy sheets once the warm bliss goes away. Shout out to @nerdy princess gave me the idea (and thanks a billion for the encouragement and motivation to keep holding) for rapid desperation with her own tantalizing story from Sunday night. I love the idea of no control, it's one of my biggest triggers with this fetish, probably why I like bedwettings so much. But I usually just watch and have only done a regular hold once. I hate it because it can take me 8-12 hrs due/to mental roadblock even while well hydrated lol. I was skeptical about rapid desperation actually working but the method I used was at 4:20 (best time and date ;)) I started drinking 17 oz of water every 15 min like clockwork until 7:30 to leave for Zombieland at 7:45. I wore a diaper to pee every time I felt the slightest urge, even made a Walgreens run where I was scared I might leak because it started turning into actual wettings lol. It got even trickier when my friend Jon came over to join for the movie and knows nothing about this fetish. Thankfully he distracted himself with the new COD lol. Come 7:30 I pee one last time, chug a bai water, and put on a new diaper (the old was nearing capacity.) Skeptical I'd actually need to burst within 2ish hrs, yet when I got in the car I felt around a 3 instantly, and I'd just emptied my bladder. To quote Star Wars that was the I got a bad feeling about this moment... Finally to our seats, no drinks for me I'm already a bloated water balloon, I feel enough pressure that if it was normal I would have peed. 30 min into the movie I'm positively squirmy, yet I was with my friend and it was a sold out night (surprised me) I couldn't be super desperate, and I couldn't risk a leak even with black jeans. Nerdy Princess kept motivating me and refusing me leaks. By the last 30 minutes I really couldn't focus on the movie, a couple of times I even accidentally grabbed my diapered crotch and let go fast before someone noticed. By the last 15 min I leaked and had to force a clamp down. Finally the movie ends and fuck the post credit scene I had to make it home, standing up I felt such an enormous pressure I was sure I might wet myself, I had to pause and compose myself. My friend of course went to the bathroom like a muggle and I went to the car so I wouldn't be pee dancing in public. He was my ride so I made an excuse that I had to be up early so he could just drop me off because fuck I had to pee and couldn't hold a convo! I wanted to get back in blue boxers and grey trackpants for the video. Turns out he left his keys in my room so fuckkkk I had to wait some more. After goodbyes where he could probably tell I was frantic, he's walking down the stairs and I start leaking uncontrollably!! I'm like shit no I wanted a video!! I bend and squirm and grab my crotch and sit and do everything and finally stop peeing, but if id been in clothes that by itself probably would have looked like a wetting to most lol. I barely manage to press play on my laptop as I'm pulling up my boxers and sadly am not able to manage much teasing, squirming, and dancing for the viewer but fuckkk that release!! That warm golden bliss. I'd never peed so much lol. I had some me time and felt like this was worthy of an in depth write up. Put my degrees to use lol. Let me know what you guys think! I'm leaning to hold again, I honestly feel the urge already lol. Man what a rush to knock off a bucket list! @PrincessPeeach, @rachelkirwan I know you'll love this first of mine :) I think what I like most about this fetish is it more than anything has helped me fall in love with my body thanks to you guys encouragement. I feel sexy, and not like the 300 lb person I used to be. Thanks for that. Hopefully I find my omosoulmate one day! #HopelessRomantic #RapidDeseperation #Wetting #Public #diaper
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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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    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 take it people are enjoying the new comic so far? I'm going to try something new with this one, where I illustrate a few embellished 'what-if' scenarios from within the narrator's head. Mom suggests running out into the woods to pee during the traffic jam? Let's see exactly how that might work out, assuming she can even make it out the door and over the guardrail. Is there an empty water bottle in the backseat for her to use? I'm gonna say no but I still wanna draw her trying to pee in one of those in a (slowly) moving car anyway, so I'm gonna take this last chance to do just that and see how it plays for potential future comics. In the meantime, since this is becoming bigger than I imagined, here's the next 6 pages of "Traffic Jam". You now have a dozen pages of free content from this final Stephanie story, and as you can see that's just a hefty handful of the image set that this story will yield, so I hope you'll all be back when it's done cooking and ready to see how we conclude this! Hopefully by Thanksgiving it'll be done and delivered so that I can maybe get in a cyber Monday sale...
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    Post Pee-related Memes!

    Not exactly a meme, but just saw this on twitter: Please don't boot loop! Please don't boot loop!
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    Mmmfff~! I love it! Tbh he would react this way if it were canon. Thanks! Edit: Also do you mind if I upload it to my Furaffinity?
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    (Nude)Holding my Pee with a Friend's help until Multiple Wettings View File Naked girl is holding, getting instructions via headset and pees in different ways Submitter Zayralius Submitted 11/08/2019 Category Peeing
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    Post Pee-related Memes!

    I call this a "Roast and Boast."
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    Have you ever been in a massive traffic jam in the middle of nowhere and wondered if there's someone among the many vehicles who either has to pee really bad or already peed their pants? I was just in a traffic jam myself recently so it kinda got me thinking. Not to mention Florida is/was in a much bigger traffic jam than I was. I mean almost the entire state of Florida is evacuating because of Hurricane Irma. And with like thousands and thousands of cars probably going on for miles I bet there was at least someone who might've peed themselves. Although I know Hurricane Irma is a serious topic so I do hope everyone in Florida is safe. But what're your thoughts? Have you ever peed yourself in a traffic jam or seen someone else do it?
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    excellent video more please
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    Biku's art

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    Found this nameless NPC in Final Fantasy XIV's Gold Saucer: Unfortunately, that's all she does. Just standing there with her arms crossed and saying that line when you approach. There is a /panic emote that would fit really well for the situation, but she doesn't do it.
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    Biku's art

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    Biku's art

    Well, I've played a lot of stuff, so putting everything I know on the table is basically impossible. I mostly know Nintendo consoles, the regular franchises you know. Maybe one obscure stuff here and there I know, but I wouldn't be able to remember from the top of my head. That being said, I haven't played many anime-esque games (Persona, Xenoblade, etc) despite watching anime myself (though I have played the first Ace Attorney). Some fighting game stuff here and there. Those are the pinpoints I can remember at least. Also, It's happening
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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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    It was this past year that my photography class went downtown Toronto to take pictures in a larger environment than our school. The teacher said that we could make our own groups, so I planned to go with two of my friends who were with me in that class. Unfortunately, the mother of one of them decided that he should stay home instead, so I was left with my other friend, Thomas. I knew we couldn't just have a group of two; the teacher wouldn't allow us to wander around the big city as a pair, safety in numbers and all that crap. So I was a little worried that Thomas might abandon me to go with another group. He had just joined the school that past year, so it might've happened, and then I would probably be stuck with the teacher, who I didn't like. But as we got off the bus, another group of two, a couple of girls, asked to join us. I was quite relieved, and we went on through the city taking tons of pictures. At about 12 o'clock, we went to a couple of shops to have some lunch. The first one we went to was mainly for me, because it was cheap prices for tons of food. Once I had stocked up, the rest of the group decided to go to a burger shop to get their meals. Thomas, Courtney, and Ainsley all bought either burgers and poutines with drinks, and I decided to do the same with more of the money my parents gave me for food. We finished up there within 15 minutes, and then left to go find the spot where the bus was supposed to pick us up. ....................................................... Now before I go into the rest of the story, I just need you guys to understand something. I came across this site a couple of years ago, and it was quite the find to me. I've came on here often to satisfy my own personal bodily needs the stories can help with, along with my own imagination. I only really created this account to be able to get more access to the content showed here, and to save the ones I loved most. But then this experience changed me in seeing this stuff really does exist, and I knew I had to write it down on this account. I've been putting it off for several months now, with other stuff getting away, but the story has stuck with me ever since, so I knew it was high time to let it all out. Now, back to the story. ....................................................... It was just as we were leaving that I felt the need to pee. It wasn't very bad, (and reading from this site has helped my limit in my bladder grow), but it was getting more and more noticeable but the minute. I was going to ask if we could find a washroom, but I quickly changed my mind. I didn't want to be the one to ask something like that, especially not in front of two girls! Fortunately for me, the problem solved itself. Five minutes after we had left the shop, Courtney spoke up, asking if we could find a washroom before finding the bus. Ainsley jumped in as well, agreeing with her. But when I looked at the two of them, Courtney seemed fine, while Ainsley was squirming where she stood, legs tightly crossed together. I was instantly reminded of these stories, but I quickly shook it from my mind. These were my classmates, after all! But a darker part of my mind thought about the show we were going to get from this. I was going to look, but at the same time, would have to be careful to not let the others know what I was doing. So I played my part, mumbling that I wouldn't mind using the restroom as well, the dull ache in my bladder remembered. Thomas, the guide and unspoken leader of our group, said he didn't see any big shops on the way to the bus that looked like it had a washroom, but that we could look at some of the smaller shops on the way. We agreed, as what other choice did we have? We began walking through the back streets, mostly houses surrounding us. I kept glancing at Ainsley, who would stop every couple of steps to squeeze her legs together. Outside I remained my regular stoic, gruff self, but inside I was grinning. I was actually going to see some real, live desperation! We kept on walking, and eventually found ourselves surrounded more by shops than houses. I was the one who spotted a nice little restaurant, one that had a bathroom sign by the door. I couldn't just walk by and pretend to not notice it; the others would see the sign and wonder why I didn't tell them, and I couldn't have suspicion and rumors going around. So, inwardly sighing, I turned back and told them that I had found I bathroom. I immediately noticed that Ainsley brightened up in relief that we had found one, and I allowed a small smirk to show on my face, though I doubt anyone noticed in the mad rush to get inside. I let the girls go in first, because I didn't want to be rude to the one who asked about the washroom in the first place and deny them their need, and because I wanted to dump my food and gear with Thomas, who sat in the restaurant area, saying he didn't need to go. I went up the few steps to the area that had the washroom, and immediately noticed Ainsley outside the door. I was a little shocked that her friend had went before her and hadn't noticed her need herself, or perhaps Ainsley insisted that Courtney go first, but I'll never know. But on the other hand, the main part of me was happy that the show would continue. I stood in line right behind Ainsley, closely watching the short girl. She was crossing and twisting her legs constantly now, and every 30 seconds or so would push her hands into her crotch. I was getting slightly hard seeing this, but that also reminded me of my own need. I ended up walking around the tables to relieve some pressure, all the while keeping a close eye on Ainsley. She just stood there, oblivious that I was watching her, not even caring that she was showing off her need in public. I didn't really check the time, but it felt like at least 10 minutes that Courtney was in the washroom, and as soon as she came out, Ainsley rushed in. I was disappointed that I didn't get to see any leaks, drips or dribbles, but another part of me was glad. That would put many awkward situations into motion: Ainsley embarrassed that she leaked, me embarrassed that I was there to witness it, and for the whole group when we started walking for the bus again. So it was a bit of conflicting emotions, but I didn't have time to think of that. I had my own need to worry about. Not for the first time, I was thankful for both that I was I guy, and that I had worn pants with pockets in them, making it easier to hide my hand when I felt the urge to squeeze myself to help with my need. After maybe 5 minutes, Ainsley finished, and quickly went to wait with the others. As for me, I walking in, did my stuff, noticing my slight arousal, and then walked out when I had finished. The rest of the trip was uneventful in the case of pee desperation, but I wont deny that I was thinking of this story for a long time after, and was reminded of it whenever I saw Ainsley, which of course, was nearly everyday in Photography. Now I just wish I hadn't left my camera with Thomas. I might've gotten some very interesting pictures...
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    Chapter 2 When the two girls got on the school bus the next morning, David watched them intently. They sat in the same place they had the day before (school bus passengers don't usually pick out a different seat every day), so David would be able to see them for the entire bus ride. However, they didn't seem to be doing anything the slightest bit interesting. They didn't say anything, they didn't move once they were seated, and their expressions showed no emotion whatsoever. They appeared to have completely gotten over the events of the previous afternoon. Had the brunette gotten the blonde back? David tried to think about what form the revenge might have taken. And what exactly was it revenge for? While the two girls did not seem moody, they also did not appear to be interested in talking, and David did not want to embarrass himself by trying to start a conversation with someone unfriendly. After awhile, David got bored with looking at them and turned to look out his window. He glanced back at the girls from time to time to see if anything had changed, but nothing did for the entire bus ride. After getting off the bus, David followed the two girls until, after less than twenty steps, the two girls turned down a corridor that led in the opposite direction to David's first class, at which point David realized that he needed to get on with the school day. He tried asking several of his friends what the term "watersucker" meant, but none of them seemed to know. David did not see the two girls again until they were getting back on the school bus to go home, and during the ride the girls again did not do anything interesting and again did not appear interested in chatting either with each other or with David. David began to think that he had dreamed the entire incident up. This possibility seemed more and more likely as the days wore on. David never saw the girls far outside of the school bus, and when he did see them their demeanor did not seem remotely playful or even sociable, nor did there appear to be any tension between them. It was as if they were two bodies controlled by one mind, patiently waiting for the bus ride to be over. After a week David got so bored with them that he started sitting in another row, so that he could watch students who were at least giving each other noogies and talking about cute classmates. Over time he forgot about the two girls altogether. David's school was semestered, which meant that each student took four classes for the first half of the school year, then had two weeks off for Christmas, and then took four different classes for the second half of the school year. On the first day of classes after the Christmas break, for David's second class of the day, he decided to sit in the back row, near the door. Once class began, the teacher distributed course outlines, went over them with the class, and then told the students that they could talk quietly amonst themselves for the last fifteen minutes of class. As soon as David finished putting his binder back in his backpack, he heard a nearby, quiet, mischievous, sing-song, female voice say, "Stacy . . . Watersucker." It was a term David had forgotten about, but the first thing he remembered about it now that he was hearing it again was that it probably meant something very, very interesting. He immediately swiveled his head to find the source of the voice that had uttered it, and saw, immediately to his left, two familiar-looking girls: a blonde, sitting right next to David, and a brunette, sitting on the blonde's left. He had seen them on the school bus the previous semester, he now remembered, and they had been the very ones who had previously used the term whose meaning was still unclear. The girls were facing each other, so David could not see the blonde's face, but the brunette was smiling. David heard another female voice, presumably that of the blonde (Stacy?), say in a tone of pure horror, "No!" The brunette looked straight at David, winked, and then looked back at Stacy. "Told you I'd get you back," the brunette said. "I'd say you've got about five seconds. Oh, and you remember him, right?" She nodded toward David. "I bet you didn't even notice him earlier." To be fair, David hadn't noticed them, either. Stacy looked at David, and the look of dread on her face was beyond anything David could remember seeing in his entire life. A few seconds later, the theoretical dread suddenly turned to practical panic as Stacy, just as the brunette had on the school bus all those weeks ago, quickly thrust both hands between her legs and squeezed her vulva tightly. She turned to face the brunette again. "Christine, this isn't fair," Stacy said, her voice cracking. "We were almost home!" "I wasn't going to try to get you on the school bus," Christine replied. "That would have been too obvious. And I thought it only right that I should get you in front of him." She nodded at David again. "After all, he got to see one of us having to pee really bad." She reached over and started tickling Stacy's sides. "Why not the other?" David liked Christine's reasoning. Stacy started squirming around. The rest of the class did not appear to have noticed what was happening in the back row; the three of them were the only ones in that row, the two girls were talking fairly quietly, most of the other students were having their own conversations, and the desks made it difficult to see Stacy's legs from any other row. David, on the other hand, was enjoying the show immensely, and enjoyed it even more when Christine started laughing, hard but quietly. David really liked the way girls laughed after successfully pulling off a clever prank, and that was the way Christine was laughing now. Stacy put one hand in the air while the other remained firmly in her crotch. When the teacher called on her, Stacy asked, in an impressively calm voice, "May I go to the bathroom?" "You can't wait fifteen minutes?" the teacher asked incredulously. "I guess I can," Stacy replied, embarrassed, and the teacher directed her attention elsewhere. Stacy put her hand from the air back into her crotch and started squeezing her vulva rhythmically while taking shallow breaths. The rest of the class still did not seem to realize that anything was out of the ordinary. "Can you?" Christine asked teasingly. "You'd be cutting it pretty tight." "I hate you," Stacy said without emotion. "I bet you do. Just try not to think about waterfalls." "Shut up!" Stacy said, crossing her legs and starting tense her thighs in phase with her squeezing hands while rocking back and forth. "Yeah you're right, this isn't about other waterfalls, it's about you!" Christine said the "you" in a high-pitched tone while quickly sliding her hands up the inside of Stacy's shirt and then out again. "You have to pee really, really bad, but you can't leave class for another ten minutes. Are you going to make it? Or are you going to soak those tight jeans and make them glisten? That would be cute, you know. Moisture slowly spreading over your pants while you frantically tried to stop it. I would laugh so hard. Of course, you look pretty cute right now." She looked at David. "Don't you think she looks cute?" Stacy turned to look at David as well, and she was clearly still panicking, as well as annoyed with Christine. "Ummm . . ." David said, flustered. "Yeah, you do," said Christine. To Stacy, who was turning back to look at Christine, Christine added, "I don't imagine he gets to see a show like this very often. Just be glad no one else can see you." "This isn't over," Stacy said threateningly. "Oh, not by a long shot. In fact, I think we're just starting to branch out." For the rest of the class, Christine continued to laugh and tickle Stacy's sides while Stacy frantically squirmed around trying not to pee herself, her hands never leaving her crotch. When the bell rang, Stacy grabbed her backpack with one hand, uncrossed her legs, got up gingerly, and ran out of the classroom as well as she could while bent forward with her thighs close together and one hand squeezing her vulva tightly. She had to awkwardly open the classroom door with the same hand that was holding her backpack. Christine bent over double laughing, then turned to David. "She does look cute when she's jiggling and squeezing her pussy like her life depends on it, doesn't she?" Christine asked. "Um . . ." David said again. "I'm going to go check on her. Save room for us at your lunch table. I have a feeling this is going to be a really fun semester." As Christine picked up her backpack and left the classroom, David realized that he agreed wholeheartedly with that sentiment.
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