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  1. 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!
    11 points
  2. 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.
    8 points
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  4. 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!
    4 points
  5. From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Oh no, I couldn't hold it....Wanna help me get undressed?
    3 points
  6. 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
    3 points
  7. 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.
    3 points
  8. 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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    Throwing myself onto the bed, finally home from adult school. But I have to study a lot so there is no time to relax. I get onto the bed and take my folder, it says "wild" and I guess... well, I pull up my leg and dangle my shoe nonchalantly dipping into it when you hear a familiar, warm, wet, delicious noise... my thong is getting dark, because it's a hissing noise from my tiny peehole which is buried between my soft pink lips and making it's way to the outside, my pee is creating this exciting, arousing noise. I turn around nonchalantly, just changing studying position you know...but my skirt comes up and you can see my full, round, tight asscheeks. I am still in shape I'd say. Pee is flowing into my mattress, the bed gets a wet stain. Now look closely. Look at the sprinkling pee, the sparkles of light reflecting between my legs and the bed... there are streams of piss leaving my panty, hot and naughty, soaking into the bed. I can't care for that because I have to study. You know that I have to study, so don't look at me like that. Ah you are right.. it did turn me on to be naughtly like that while you were watching. Fair enough, I want my white blouse wet as well now. I just want to pee on it... and the shoes. These cute pink ballet flats.. they deserve some pee, as do the knee high socks.
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    Home from a bicycle race session, I fall on the bed with a full bladder. I still drink a lot of water, because I am very thirsty. I have been thirsty and drinking throughout the cycling. I need to pee badly but I can't get up, so I hope the cushion in the bicycle pants soaks up the pee. Forget it. There is a huge gusher of pee unloading into the pants and the oversoak. A big puddle on the bed, all around my ass and even further.. I soaked the blanket as well. So much warm pee. The spandex pants were no match. They are so wet that I peel them up to my knees in a sexy position. I am bare underneath of course. What a flood and very loud hissing
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  12. Hi! I go by Ivy online. Omorashi was the first kink I ever developed but I didn't have an exact name for it until my early 20s. ^.^; I really like writing kinky omorashi fanfiction and talking to like-minded people. Nice to meet everyone! ^-^
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  13. -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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  14. Not much to see but an interesting interview anyway.
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  15. 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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  16. 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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  17. Hey. Listen. Everyone has been there. Even people without this fetish have felt shameful or shy when they first started developing sexually. It's natural. Something happened to you a long time ago that linked pee holding with your sexuality. It's not a bad thing, it doesn't make you some sort of deviant, it isn't your fault. Sexuality or the lack thereof is an absolutely MASSIVE part of any person's identity. Everybody is unique. Just like people need to accept the fact that they're gay, or transgender, or bisexual, ect before they can live a healthy life, you need to accept that you have a desperation fetish and that it will always be a part of you. You can't hide from it, you can't override it, you can't block it out. You need to embrace it for your own wellbeing or you will never feel fulfilled. The main thing here is that it isn't a big deal. A lot of guys are into it, and any decent person will respect you with or without the fetish. Anyone who doesn't is not worth your attention. To summarize: You are who you are. Love yourself and all your quirks. There is nothing wrong with this, there is nothing wrong with you.
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    I just found this video of a beautiful girl wetting her white shorts sideways while laying on the couch. ⚠️Full nudity at the end⚠️ Enjoy!
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  19. good date

    This story is almost entirely pieced together from snippets of real conversations and events that happened to me with various friends/partners. But I rolled them all into a series of interactions between two characters. This gets sexy (like, two-people-doing-sexy-things-to-each-other sexy), so, if that's not what you're looking for, read something else, I guess. I met her through a dating app. After exchanging a few messages, we met up for drinks at a bar halfway between our apartments. After one beer, it was clear we had some chemistry. We ordered another round, and lingered, talking, for hours. We discussed books, politics, the good and bad and awful aspects of living in the city we lived in. We had a lot of the same ideas. She was incredibly well-read, and quick with a joke. I felt boring by comparison, but she seemed to be enjoying herself with me. When we finally decided to call it a night — we both had work the next day — I walked her to the bus stop. As we arrived, her bus was rounding the corner on the next block, headed our way. "Awesome," she said. "I hate waiting for buses when I have to pee." She did a little squirm and crossed her legs to emphasize her point. "You could have gone at the bar!" I replied, laughing, hoping I sounded nonchalant. "I almost never pee in public bathrooms, especially in bars," she said, smiling. "They're never clean, and I have a tiny bit of OCD. So, that means a lot of full-bladder bus rides for me." The bus pulled up alongside us, and the door squeaked open. "Bye," she said. She squeezed my arm. "I had fun. Lets do it again." And, with that, she stepped onto the bus. I walked home, excited about the night — and more excited by her parting comments than I should have been * * * For the rest of that week and the next, she was out of town for work and then to attend a friend's wedding. We traded a few texts, and set a second date, this time at a new restaurant that had opened up near my house. We planned to meet up at a dive bar down the block beforehand. Again, we had a great time. As our glasses emptied, I noticed she was shifting back and forth on her seat and alternate flapping her legs and crossing them tightly. It was, I was nearly certain, a sign that her bladder was again full. At one point, she laughed at something I said and slammed her legs together, bending forward slightly. "Lets go to the restaurant," she said. "I've got to pee, and I don't want to bother with the bathrooms here." "Why?" I asked. "A place like this never has clean bathrooms. I don't even want to find out if it does, because that would mean touching the doorknob." "Ah," I replied, and downed the last gulp of my beer. I decided to be bold. "This public bathroom aversion you have seems like it might cause you some issues." "You have no idea," she said with a laugh. "I hope the bus ride home after the last time I saw you wasn't too uncomfortable," I said. She smiled. "I almost exploded," she said. My heart raced at those words. Almost? Exploded? I was torn between wanting details and not wanting to be a weirdo. But she seemed to think talking about pee was perfectly acceptable, normal. In fact, all of her pee-related comments so far were volunteered with a little smile. "That would have been bad," I offered, noncommittally. "It would have been really bad," she said. "Now lets go!" She stood, pressing her legs together. She kept one crossed in front of the other and swayed from side to side as I paid. As I struggled to put the change in my wallet — I've never been good at getting dollar bills into a wallet, for some reason — she smiled and waved her hands in a hurry-up motion. I laughed, pretending to only now notice her tense posture — pretending I hadn't been watching her out of the corner of my eye the whole time. "That bad, huh?" "I was at the park all afternoon with my friend, and drank a bunch of water. I had to pee for an hour before I even got here. And, of course, the beer didn't help." We hurried down the street to the restaurant, which served a fancy-ish take on Korean food. We had to wait for our table for a moment when we arrived, and she leaned against the wall, arms and legs crossed, with an expression on her face that I read as "I am uncomfortable but amused by how ridiculous this situation is." When we were eventually seated, I nodded my head to the left and said, "I think I saw the bathroom over —" "Don't worry about it," she said. "I'm hungry! I don't want to go in there and miss the waiter." She studied the menu carefully, all the while shifting her torso back and forth. I assumed her legs remained tightly crossed beneath the table; I could see one of her feet jiggling. After she had decided what she wanted to eat and selected a bottle from the wine list, we picked up our conversation from the bar — we were both fans of the midwest living on the east coast, and were discussing the merits of various cities — while we waited for the waiter. She danced her sitting pee dance all the while, at one point cautioning me not to make her laugh. Finally, the waiter materialized, and she gave him her order. As soon as he departed she said, "ok, it's time," and walked with a rapid, stiff-legged stride toward the bathroom. I studied the restaurant a bit, then glanced over in the direction she had walked. There was a line, apparently. She was leaning against the wall, tapping her hands anxiously against her thighs. She saw my gaze, made eye contact, and put her hand between her legs, gripping herself and bending over slightly, mouthing a silent scream for my benefit. * * * Three hours and a bottle and a half of wine later, I struggled with the keys to my apartment. As we walked in, holding hands, she nuzzled my neck, I turned to face her, and one thing lead to another. We collapsed on the couch, kissing, and kept that up for awhile. Momentum was building. Shirts came off. Her hand went into my pants, and I struggled to undo her black jeans. When I got my hand between her thighs, she was wet — really wet. Was that all from a good conversation and a bit of kissing? Or was there something else? She told me, as we shed our clothes, that she didn't want to have sex that night — she had a rule about waiting until the fifth date. But we kept busy in other ways for an hour or two. We eventually pulled ourselves apart. She laid back against my couch in her white bra and underwear — simple Jockey-brand briefs — I in my now-heavily-rumpled boxer shorts. "This is hot," she said, "but I've got to pee. All that wine. And beer. And water." She patted her stomach. "Where's your bathroom?" she asked. And then, raising an eyebrow, asked, "Is it clean?" "I knew you might come over, and you had mentioned that you were a 'tiny bit OCD.' So I cleaned it today," I said. "It's sparkling. We could have eaten our dinner off the floor." She laughed. "Oh my god, don't make me laugh!" she groaned, her hand gripping her crotch over her cotton underwear. "I warned you about that! For me, a full bladder and humor don't mix." I decided to level with her. I had just gotten out of a relationship in which my partner wasn't comfortable talking about pee. This girl, clearly, was. And I was a little tipsy. And we were sitting there in our underwear, sweaty from a make-out session. So, out with it, I thought. "I think it's hot when someone has to pee," I said. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. "Well, that's fantastic. Because, as you've probably notice, I end up holding my pee a lot. And I really like you." That was it? No discomfort? No sideways looks? Just, "that's fantastic"? This was extremely exciting. I kissed her, and pretty soon we were all over each other again. I put my hand between her legs, and again felt wetness. I was sure — this was new wetness. She broke away from the kiss. "Um, I may have peed a little. When you made me laugh. Sorry! I warned you!" "I love it when a woman with a full bladder pees a little," I said breathlessly. She laughed again. "Well, great!" More kissing. "Would it turn you on to know that I also peed when you made me laugh at the bar? And again at the restaurant?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "That would turn me on quite a bit." "It was just a little bit," she continued. "But it helped me hold it for longer. I don't really mind when I pee a little bit. I'd rather have a little bit of my own pee get on me than use a dirty bathroom and potentially sit in someone else's pee. Sometimes, when I'm out with my ladies, I'll hold my pee for hours and leak more than once." She paused thoughtfully while rocking gently from side to side. "Though, I guess I also leaked more than once tonight. I was really full." "Oh my god," I gasped, my eyes flicking between hers and the front of her underwear, where there was a hint of the wet spot I held felt between her now-tightly clasped legs. I couldn't take much more of this kind of talk. But she continued. "And would it turn you on to know that I was holding myself when I got home after our first date?" She was sitting up, eyes sparkling, enjoying what she was doing to me. "I almost leaked as I was walking up the stairs to my apartment. I had to stop in order to keep it in. I had my hand between my legs, like this." Again, she gripped her slightly damp crotch and rubbed her legs together. "When I got in the door, I ran to the bathroom. My roommate tried to ask me about my day, and at first I crossed my legs and tried to be polite, but then I told her she had to wait because I was literally on the verge of pissing in my clothing. She just laughed, because I come home that way all the time." "What you're saying is going to make me cum." "Amazing," she said. "If a full bladder turns you on, I never have to worry about mentioning that I have one. Not that I ever worry about it anyway. Now, tell me where your bathroom is, before I get your stuff wet." Once the bathroom door was closed and she began peeing — it sounded like it went on for almost a minute — I sat back, dazed that this gorgeous person, with whom I could have seemingly inexhaustible conversations, apparently lived her life with a full bladder, and apparently was willing to use that to turn me on. ...I've got plans for a second part...
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    This hold featured here details more of my adventures that one Friday night off I had in a hotel. The plan was to hold it until I couldn't hold it anymore, but it wasn't a full-on wetting that resulted initially, but lots and LOTS of leaks that just kept coming. The end came hours after I'd started, and I included the videos of me wetting, because throughout them, I'm still fighting to hold it! I do finally yield but as you can see, in this case it took more than leaked pants, a large water bottle, a running sink, and thinking I'll let go but not actually...to make me go.
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  21. Please don’t mind any spelling or caps errors “I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them. *three months beforehand* The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand. the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation? Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom “Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk. She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats “Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her “You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core” Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for. Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you” The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords one of which had wet herself queen grenson one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress Mespisr had brought her own change shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly lokedth had a servant change her diaper cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry” “Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice” “Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips” “Oh ok then” and they finished in silence “There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield” She had made her decision She was joining the war Part one  any recommendations are welcome 
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  22. I found these two videos on pornhub(Spanish). I find them quite enjoyable! not sure if they've been posted before. In the first, a woman wearing leggings sits on a guys lap and pees, then they have sex. There is nudity. https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d98c7fc5b346 In the second, a man and woman have sex standing up, then she pees during it. Great camera angle! Close up nudity. https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d82488eccb4a
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  25. Decided to properly complete Fallout New Vegas, so that takes most of my time. Also play Dead or Alive 5 Last Round and Batman Arkham City when I have a lot of free time.
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  27. Oh wow. And if that happened during a 5 minute passing period with only three stalls available in the bathroom, and the rules were such that you can't be late and can't go to the bathroom during class, that must really suck. Assuming that happened and Miranda entered the bathroom at the 2 minute mark (with 3 minutes left before class) with that kind of line, I have a few more questions. 1) Given her desperation (9 out of 10), and the length of the line, what was the first (and/or second) thought on her mind when she entered the bathroom and saw that lineup (8 girls ahead of her in line, until the one girl peed herself and left). 2) How did she hold it in while waiting in line (assuming she did)? What kind of "pee dance" (if there was one) did she do? 3) Did she make it to an open stall in time. If so, how close was it that she didn't? 4) Did she make it to the next class on time (unlikely)? If not, where was she when it was time for class to begin (as in, still in line, peeing, washing hands, just left bathroom, etc)? If she did get to class on time after peeing, then how in the world was it even remotely possible?
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  28. 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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  29. 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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  31. I recently moved across the country from Iowa to the state of Washington. I've driven across the country twice now. I like road trips anyway, so the drive honestly didn't bother me. Both times driving, it took three days. The first trip, it was my mother and I, and during the second trip it was just me. The first day of driving was about 12 hours. At this particular time I was about half way through South Dakota. Apparently I had too much coffee to drink, trying to keep myself awake. I had already stopped a few times to go pee, but when I started to feel like I needed to pee again, I just ignored it. I wanted to keep driving, and get to where I was going for the night. I skipped the next few gas stations. About an hour or so later, my need to pee was growing. I had my cruise control on, so I could squeeze my legs together, which did help. It wasn't long however until that wasn't enough. I had my hand between my legs, and that is the point when I decided to look for a restroom again. To my dismay, when I passed the road sign it said I had about 80 miles until the next town. I panicked a little. I had gotten close to desperate in about an hour, and I had 80 miles before I could relieve myself. I did everything I could to distract myself. Turned the radio up, count the amount of Fords I saw on the road, because that's what I drive...South Dakota is a very boring state. I had made it about 50 miles before the first time I leaked into my pants. Even with my hand between my legs, I couldn't hold it back. I had to go sooo bad. I was bouncing in my seat. I had made it about another 15 miles before I leaked again, and this time it was bigger than the first one. My stomach hurt so bad. I tried loosening the seatbelt, which at that point didn't help at all. I leaked again, and again. I was so close to losing it. I finally made it to the little town, and then to the gas station. I parked at one of the pumps to eventually put my gas in my car after I relinquished my desperation. I couldn't get out though. There was no way I could make it inside without peeing myself, but I couldn't sit in the car any longer either. Finally I built up enough courage to try and make the mad dash to the bathroom. As soon as I stood up, it all came out. As soon as I started, I couldn't stop it. I was pissing myself. It immediately started running down my legs, and making a huge puddle under me. It felt so good to relieve myself, and I was happy that I at least didn't make a mess in my car.
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  32. 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!
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  33. 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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  34. Yay! I peed all over the floor while I was walking around, letting it trickle down my legs. I got to leak while I was cooking, and make a puddle as I vacuumed. I peed while doing the dishes and also while dancing to some music. I love being this wet. I feel so great.
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  35. Hello everyone! This is a story from the other day, that I wanted to post but had already posted that day. This isn't a wetting story but I have a couple of those ill post soon. Anyway, our boiler is a complete pain, I've made my bed into a cocoon of blankets, clothes and study materials seeing as it's always so cold. On this fateful Eve I was in warm comfy clothes lying in bed, with my headphones in talking to homeanddry, when A, my housemate, knocked the door. HaD heard her when I didn't, so I told her to come in quick. She said she was going for a shower did I need the bathroom. I said 'no, no' so off she went. But then I realised I really did have to pee and had been holding for a while, and literally had been complaining the entire time to HaD!! Uh oh.... After 10 minutes I heard the shower turn on, and my bladder was really pulsating now, I had tears in my eyes. I tried not to acknowledge this thought, but I have a plastic bin with a lid by my bed as I get ill from some medication I take sometimes. As time passed and I was sat rocking on the edge of the bed I pulled the bin towards me. It scraped along the floor and I was worried it was too loud. I thought about it but my brain told me I couldn't. I waited and fought and crossed my legs hard, but I could feel my bladder about to give out. I shakily removed the lid off the bin, pulled down my sweatpants and panties and positioned myself over the bin. I could hear my housemate was still in the shower so I hoped she couldn't hear, took a deep breath, and let go. It hissed out of me splattering the empty plastic of the bin but became quite a loud obvious sound once it was liquid hitting liquid. I peed for ages with my breath held, balancing and shaking. When I was done my legs were a bit dead so I nearly knocked over the bin trying to stand up! I looked in the bin and I must have peed over a litre but not quite a litre and a half. When A was out of the shower I snuck in and washed out my bin!! Hope you enjoyed it EQ x
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  37. I saw a couple times (I don't remember them at the moment) mentions in crime shows by the coroner/forensics about the fact that the pants of the cadaver were wet (with some shots on the wet clothes). But, just for the fact that every hostage situation or long hiding situation would always result in desperation and/or wetting, the fact that most death will end up with the cadaver emptying his/her bladder is something that have no interest for the plot and that some viewers might find disgusting so they don't mention that in most cases, and since they just let that idea off, they just don't bother adding stains in the clothes or mentions in dialogs. in a way thats odd to think people would be bothered by the idea of desperately needing to pee or peeing in clothes while they doesn't really care about violent deaths (the most common situation in crime shows)
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  38. 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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  39. Version 1.0.0

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    Eve is a lovely woman who likes to pee and poo in her pants and anywhere else. She is very wet in this video and she enjoys wetting her jeans.
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  40. 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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  41. What to say? I'm a young woman who likes to pee. Especially in ways she's not supposed to. Sexually. That probably describes lots of people on here so I'm in the right place! I've been pissing myself for years, reading this website, and a whole host of things- and its been my dirty little secret! That of course comes with its own turn on, but I've decided to let go a little and stop... holding. Ha! I told my partner about it and he was super supportive and maybe I'll tell a story about it one day, but right now I'm just so...relieved 😉 Relieved to be on this site of course! I want to contribute after all this time consuming other's experiences and words and posts. Therefore, hello! Thank you for reading.
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  42. Sophie woke up, finding herself still clenching her bladder. It had been two days since she peed. Her bladder and muscles were sore, but they were forced to keep going. She also found out that over the time, her bladder created a big noticeable bump. She guessed her bladder must be the size of a melon right now. Oh, how she wished to pee... She got off of bed and made some breakfast. She realized she'd slept in her skirt. But Sophie just decided to keep it on, as it wasn't such a priority and changing would be so much more painful. Just then, Omalia showed up and said, "How's my little holder going?" Sophie could just mumble a phrase while she crossed her legs: "Please... let me pee..." "No pee for you until tomorrow. You did your horrible deed, now you must pay for it." Sophie had the guts to ask: "W-What did I do exactly?" "Well, a bunch of things that I still can't remember. Anyhow, I've come to issue a challenge." Sophie felt curious. "W-What is it?" "Instead of peeing tomorrow, You can have a holding contest with yours truly. It could mean I lose early and you get to pee today, or I manage to keep on holding like you are and you never get to pee." Sophie felt ambitious. Besides, what could possibly happen? "I-I accept." "Good. I see how your courage never fails you." A couple water bottle materialized onto the table. "You drink 3 bottles, I drink three bottles." The two of them chugged three bottles that amounted to 1.5 liters. Little did she know Omalia spiked all of hers with diuretics... Sophie was starting to be running late, so she took off to class. She didn't bother to drive, so she walked half an hour to the building instead. People stared at her while she crossed her legs and had both her hands in her skirt, but she didn't even care now. The main objective is to hold it... Sophie now finally arrived. It did feel longer than driving, but at least she made it. She hurried into the building and sat down in her classroom. She felt the need to keep squirming, so she did so to save her bladder. She wondered how long this would keep up...
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  43. Hi everybody! Its me Kozmo! Its been a long time since I wrote the first part of lotto 5, because life has stuff in it I need to be doing. But today, I put aside a couple of hours and went for it. Some background info for newer users who don't know what a KozmoLotto is, the basic jist of it is that every now and again, I hold a thread that's basically a lottery. I roll a d100, and anyone who wants to participate rolls a d100 provides me with an omorashi scenario, with their caveats and the like. Whoever rolls closest to the number I have rolled when I deem the thread to be done, is the winner. I then put myself through their scenario, and write about it here in the experiences forum. These have been quite popular, not to toot my own horn, given that Lotto 4 is the current highest rated post in the sites history. So if you like the thought, and you like this post, participate in the next one because the more the better ❤️ I'll link all my previous experiences at the bottom for newcomers. Physical description time! I'm what one may call a "skinny-smol goth-looking chick." I'm not incredibly short but definitely not tall either. My weight is always in the like, 100 pound range give or take depending on the month I suppose. I might as well be flat as a board, but my butt looks good according to some, so that's an uplifting thought. I have quite a few tattoos, on my back, leg, arms, and chest. Not going to detail what they are in case someone recognizes me, obviously. My hair is currently teal (I practically change this seasonally) and after attempting to beat an outfit style request from the proprietor of this particular experience, I settled on a black and white horizontally striped t-shirt that I often allow to show off my midriff, a pair of denim short shorts, a black bra that was none too fancy, mainly for the aesthetic for under the shirt and the like, a pair of black panties that were slightly fancier and clung to me nice and tightlike, transparent in some areas but not over the important bits, which were covered in a design, a bit skimpy and frilly, and kneesocks. The kneesocks are just kind of mandatory, you know? Its pretty chilly today, which probably contributed to the trembling that would soon occur. Also, I have the standard piercings you'd expect from someone with this description. As for the experience itself, which was requested by @Imouto Bouquet, the following was requested: "Been a long while since I last inputted into one of these. Anyway, here's my idea: If you own any kind of game in which there's a very high chance of a 'Game Over', this will be perfect. (Looking at you, Dark Souls/Bloodborne). This will go really well if you've built up some need before starting it. Step 1: Start up a new game and build a character type you're not very familiar with (e.g: A Warrior Build if you're used to Magic Casters, and vice versa. You get the idea.) Step 2: Every time you save the game, take a drink from a pint glass. Step 3: Every time you Game Over/Have to reload, down a drink from the pint glass. Every time you Game Over to a boss, push on your bladder for 10-30 seconds based on how low you got the boss's HP (Longer time for the lower percentages of HP, as that's more of an infuriating defeat.) Step 4: If you ever get desperate while playing, you cannot stop to help alleviate your need until you reach a natural stopping point/checkpoint (Bonfires in Dark Souls, if I'm not mistaken). If you do have to surrender to this lifeline, you must take a drink from the Pint Glass when you feel yourself regain more control." Given my love for the souls series, I went with Bloodborne. Dark Souls would be too easy, as I've invested like half my life in that game, but I haven't nearly as much experience in Bloodborne. I decided to go with a bloodtinge build. The build choice ended up literally not mattering. I had this sick strategy for optimized levelling, equipment, the whole shebang. But to the surprise of NOBODY, I'm awful at video games when I'm absolutely bursting at the seams. I should note that another rule was added: Given imouto is in the site discord, I pinged them for any last second additions, which came in the form of if I died to a trash mob, instead of drinking, I had to completely relax for 5-15 seconds depending on the frequency of the deaths. This included falling off of things and dying. Given I ended up so jittery and barely able to hold the controller, this rule got some mileage. 5 seconds for mob or gravity death, 15 seconds if the next death of this type was within 15 minutes of the last. Spoiler alert: almost all of them were. I booted the PS4, layered a trash bag and a towel onto my chair for the future, and got to work. I should also note that the initial request noted I should start out already needing to pee, so I drank some over 500ml of water more than an hour before I started, also without having the classic "morning pee" as they call it. This, which I should have predicted, woke my kidneys up, thus ensuring that everything I'd drink from then on would go straight through me, and BOY did it ever. It started simply enough. You basically have a half-required death near the beginning of the game, given you need to go to the hunters dream to get a weapon, which is the hub you can't access until you either reach a lamp, or die. So I let the first enemy of the game kill me on the spot. I had to pee, but it wasn't dire yet, so the 5 seconds of relaxation wasn't bad, and more than worth. So I thought anyway. Got my equipment, and tried to basically speedrun my way through Yharnam. Naturally, due to being jittery and impatient due to my bladder, I fucked up and died. That 15 seconds of relaxation was very uncomfortable and had me shaking. I let out a frustrated whine and continued on. This would happen one more time, inching me closer towards the edge of desperate need before I actually reached the first boss. The first boss should be easy. Should be. When you're frustrated, needy, and shaky, not so much. To spare the details of the combat, I ended up dying three times (to the fucking Cleric Beast. As a Souls fan that brings me more shame than any wetting ever will.) And as the rules stated, I had to drink a pintglass for every single one of those deaths. Lacking one in my immediate vicinity, but a jar that has measurements on it, a google told me a good pint is a little more than 500 ml. So I went with 500ml. And chugged a litre and a half. This is where things got REALLY REALLY BAD for me, because across those three deaths, running back, drinking 500 ml each time, on top of everything I already had in my system and my kidneys already operating at a speedy capacity, by the third death I was in an absolutely desperate fever. I couldn't stop trembling and whining, swearing out loud every time something didn't go right. Not only did it feel like I was about to piss my shorts, I was also frustrated beyond belief, as I couldn't focus on the game and my bladder fully at the same time. Now you might have noticed, I left something out in that above paragraph. There was something very specific I forgot in the rule for bosses, I was too desperate to think straight and just chugged and rushed again hoping to get things done as speedily as possible. So I forgot to push on my bladder. In all three fights, nonetheless. When I remembered I nervously brought it up to Imouto. They said to make up for it, I'd have to, over the next 5 minutes, relax for a total of 45 seconds. So I could do it 5 seconds at a time, 10 secondsish per minute, as long as the total had been done by the end of the 5 minutes. And this all had to happen while I was still focusing on the gameplay. Things got pretty dire for me really fast, and pretty damp on top of it, no matter how much I whined and vibrated in utter debilitating need. The first couple of relaxations brought the first leaks. And by leaks I mean very steady, slow, streams. Completely relaxing for me is way worse than any kind of pressing on the bladder. Makes sense doesn't it? When you're holding a full bladder and then stop holding, you pee. I was doing them in 10 second increments, as suggested, and by second number 5 I always started trickling into my underwear, and if I so much as shifted my legs, it would increase a bit more. I could feel myself growing warm down there, and eventually had a very big wet spot reaching under my ass. Every bit that slipped out of me made me need to pee more. It was utterly agonizing, and I almost bit a hole through my lip from feeling how helpless such a minor thing like relaxing my bladder could make me. There was nothing I could do but leak, and leak, and leak... ...And then I died. Because keep in mind, while all this was happening, my fingernails were still digging into my controller, and I continued to play the game. I was not doing well, in real life or playing the game. So upon accidentally flinging myself off a ledge because I was far too desperate to actually LOOK where I was going, I had to immediately relax another 5 seconds, thus once more feeling the crotch of my shorts go warm with the agonizing pulses of everything wanting to be released. I respawned and continued. This completely screwed me up. How so you ask? That death and 5 second period of agony, made me forget about the rest of the agony. You know, what was about probably 20 remaining seconds of bladder relaxation that I had to do before the end of the 5 minute period. Naturally, as is almost poetic, I didn't remember this until there was about 20 seconds left in that 5 minute period. I don't want to overuse the word agony like I've been doing, but its just the single most appropriate word. This pain for an omo enthusiast is the 7th circle of hell, but at the same time the final step on the stairway to heaven. I dropped my controller on my desk and almost doubled over. My long fingernails dug into my thighs as I could feel my bladder waking up, like "hey, I heard I'm about to get more relief so let me explode okay?" By 5 seconds I could feel it dribbling. By 10 seconds my legs were contorting, if not my whole body, as small hiss after small hiss started breaching the fabric of my panties and hitting the denim barrier on the other side. I started to let out these small cries, not quite whines, more like when a child gets a cut and they're trying not to cry, these frantic "aaaahh" noises. My nails continued digging, and my legs continued rubbing together at the knees. I was shaking like an absolute leaf, my bladder relaxed but the rest of my body, knowing a grown woman shouldn't be having an accident, entered lock down around the area, leaving this burning intense pain in my lower abdomen while my pee fought its way out. By 15 seconds, it was like a submarine with a hull breach, the first mate sending signals to my brain that it can't hold on any longer. The steady pulse of urine soaking my crotch, pooling under me. The towel was now definitely taking damage, and I could feel my eyes go wide, a few tears pricking, begging it, whining at it, to just hold on, to not COMPLETELY explode. 20 seconds hit. I almost couldn't stop. Both hands were required, and it was another few seconds before I could stem the flow. If it were any other challenge, this probably could have counted as a loss, given my shorts and thighs were soaked. Imouto specified to me though, that the challenge was only over when I completely burst. My bladder had relief, but it was very tired, so it didn't really feel like I had gotten myself breathing room. If anything, it only made me need to pee more. Feeling my bottom half coated in sopping denim and streaks of pee really didn't help at all. And so, my quest continued. To what end, I do not know. My starting strategy had long since fallen apart, my build choice no longer mattered as I was going to get nowhere with it anyway. I wasn't going to make it much farther, I was already a leaky faucet, and if you've read my experiences you know that when I get leaky, its not going to be another hour before my bladder gives out on me entirely and I completely piss my pants. You know it, and I knew it. My goal had to become a lot more realistic, this speedrun wasn't happening, but I needed a goal to latch on to. When you're holding, you need to know what your endgame is in order to steel your resolve. For some, its making it to a bathroom, for others, its hold out until this meeting is over, etc. I needed an anchor to steel my bladder. I thought ahead and quickly found it. I steadied my resolve and I said it outloud to myself. "I'm not going to burst until I kill Father Gascoigne." I held onto that tether as I made my way through. I did my best to keep focus, the trash mobs were literally nothing to me. The big thing that was getting me so far was inattention; forgetting where ambush mobs were placed and getting fucked up by them, or falling off of things. The path to Gascoigne isn't really rife with that sort of thing, at least until I went down to kill the giant pig and fell down a hole. Given this was technically within 15 minutes of the last blunder, I went through the motions of the previous paragraph on this subject again, with even more pee gradually gushing out of me this time. I felt sorry for the puddle. I looked down at my legs, and it was very obvious on my thighs. You know how there's a difference between damp denim, and outright glistening denim? My thighs were glistening. I could see the very wet streak reaching from my crotch up the short seam. I gripped my controller and continued on. Upon making it to Gascoigne I was more confident than I should have been. Gascoigne is the first major boss of the game, and he is essentially the difficulty spike. He's geared to get you prepared for the game ahead, where you'll fight highly aggressive monsters, and even moreso he preps you for fighting other hunters, whether it be NPC, or other players invading you for PvP. When you beat him, that's when you're ready. As someone who always loved the PvP of Bloodborne, Gascoigne might be my favorite boss to fight. I aggressively duked it out with him, kited him around some tombstones and-- Then he killed me. I was mortified. Did I really come this far just to lose to him, and then lose control? I scowled in pure frustration and despair, shaking like a leaf. I was so desperate to pee I could barely hold the controller, my body was a sweaty mess of vibrating movement. I stuffed my hand between my legs, gripping for dear life, feeling the cold liquid shoot down my throat as I chugged the required 500ml. I had consumed so much water, over 2L at this point. I didn't know if the small bulge in my abdomen was my stomach or bladder bloated with water. Likely both. You'll recall that the boss death rule requires pushing on my bladder afterward. You'll also recall, if you've read my stories before, that I don't like just pushing on my bladder. For whatever reason, it doesn't actually do a whole lot to me. It increases discomfort, yes. It definitely makes me need to pee more. But I've never so much as spurted from pushing on my bladder with my hands, I don't think. But when its in a challenge its obviously meant to be way worse than it effects me, so I usually do what I did here. I stood up, went to the corner of my desk, moaning as I felt gravity sink my bladder lower, and leaned into it for a good 20 seconds as punishment for losing to Gascoigne. I fully expected this to be the end. The pressure on my bladder was immense, and I could have sprayed like a firehose all over my floor, right then and there. But, given this wasn't a matter of me relaxing my bladder like most challenge related events up to this point, I was able to clench my muscles for dear life. I leaked into my now drenched underwear at the 10th second, leading me to hunch over my desk even more. I was huffing and puffing and moaning and actually drooling onto my desk, knock kneed and just trying my absolute hardest not to wet my shorts more than I already had. A really big spurt forced its way out around the 15th, shooting down my thigh and pattering onto the floor. Hearing it really didn't do me any justice, it just caused me to make even more loud and incomprehensible noises. Second 20 rolls around and I get off the desk as fast as possible, not before immediately leaking onto the floor again. I grabbed my crotch to save myself as best as I could and gingerly sat back down onto my towel. Once more I fought my way to the boss area in what was becoming a routine run. The leaks had bought me a bit of relief, not a whole lot, but a bit more focus. I got back to Gascoigne and initiated Operation Kill-This-Fuck. I made sure to be more of an aggressor this time, utilizing stunlocks and the music box to force him into a corner and continue wailing on him. There was a couple close calls but I had plenty of heals on me. When he morphed into his monster form I made use of the classic 2nd phase strategy, where you cover him in oil and throw molotovs at him, taking big chunks of his health. Before long, the good Father was finished, and I went back to the Hunters Dream to level up, which had me chugging another 500 ml, as were the rules. This triggered some sort of response in my brain. I think it was due to me having this exact victory as a goal, because I immediately started heavily leaking, so quickly I barely had time to respond. I dropped my controller on the floor and stuffed my hands between my legs, leaning forward as I felt a gush of urine push its way into my shorts and seep into the now squishy towel underneath me. It was easily the biggest leak yet, the PSSSSHHHH might as well have echoed in the room. I had to wipe my hands off on my legs so I could pick the controller back up. This was the beginning of the end for me. I was almost constantly dribbling on and off, and I had beaten the goal I had set. My kidneys were constantly processing liquid, making sure my bladder kept topping off, but it was so tired. I didn't really have an option to hold back too much anymore. My bladder was exhausted, my brain was exhausted, my ass planted in my chair was soaked, I was beyond saving. I blindly trucked forward and walked into the next area, only to get killed by a mob I forgot was there. Twice in a row. 5 seconds of relaxation for the first, during which I surprisingly didn't leak, but the next death to the same mob (I fucked up a parry and he murdered me) bought me 15 seconds. Yet again, Psssshhh. I could only moan under my breath, sweating and drooling with need as I felt my crotch grow warm, and the towel warmer. I was done for. My next fuckup would be my last. Upon deciding I should just sprint past enemies, all the while beginning to dribble as my body began to finally give out, I frantically combed through the area, too desperate to think and even remember what I was supposed to be doing, only to not notice the monsterous dog chasing me, the dog whom ended my final life as I stopped to take in my bearings. Another 15 seconds of bladder relaxation? I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I couldn't do it and my bladder didn't even wait for me to try. I began to wet myself, feeling urine pool in my underwear, through it, into my shorts, and spread warmth all around me. There was nothing I could do. It didn't stop me from trying. I clenched as hard as I could, stood up, and threw my controller onto my bed. I hobbled next to my chair, a hand buried in my crotch, feeling my pee push through my shorts into my fingers. I kept muttering to myself, "I can't stop, I can't stop" as I tore the towel off my chair and threw it at the floor underneath me, in some sorry attempt to control the damage. I braced myself, one hand on my desk, one buried in my crotch. I shut my eyes and grunted with the effort of trying to stop. Psssh. No dice. I still couldn't stop it. I removed the hand at my desk and had it join the other one in trying to hold back the flood. I gasped in absolutely frantic disbelief, terror, and hopelessness, breathing heavily and verbally begging, saying to my empty room that I couldn't hold it, please stop. Please. The cries of helplessness continued.. Psssshhhh. I felt it begin to stream down my legs. I was doing my best to not completely pee myself, but there's only so much a single person can do, especially when its mind against body. The dread grew inside me, knowing that despite my hands being planted firmly, kneading even, into my crotch, I was still wetting myself, slowly but surely. I could feel the warm drops begin to patter on my kneesocks, warming my calves and signalling that the backs of my legs were no longer safe either. I made one last ditch attempt. I was sweating, knock kneed and trembling beyond all belief, nearly drooling with the combination of pure frantic desperation and ecstasy. I removed my hands, bent forward, arching my back a little, and planted my hands on the arm of the chair, leaning onto it for all the stability I could garner. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape and panting as I glanced down at myself, my entire being about to collapse underneath me. This was it. I tried to hold. I tried to hold it in so hard, every fibre in my being went into not completely peeing my shorts... But... I couldn't do it. I couldn't hold it anymore. My bladder completely gave out and I started peeing full force into my shorts, if not outright through them. The hiss was loud, but the liquid spilling onto the floor and towel was far louder, spattering and pooling every which way. The relief was so incredible it was almost orgasmic, if I hadn't been holding myself up using the chair I would have collapsed straight to my knees. Blazing trails of streaming urine rushed down my legs, rivers on their way to the ocean underneath me. I don't even need to describe how my clothes could literally no longer contain any of it, my entire lower half was oversaturated beyond capacity almost instantly. I struggled, cried, panted and moaned, quite loudly mind you given it was an incredibly intense moment for me on all fronts, but I was finished. I had lost. Maybe a minute later I had tapered off, being empty enough now that my body turned off the bladder autopilot and allowed me to have control once more. I notified the proper challenge authorities of the development, and squelched my way to the bathroom and stripped off, peeing whatever 10 or 5 percent I had left into the toilet. I sat in there for a bit just collecting myself from the exhaustion and chatting on my phone. Eventually I pulled myself back into my room, wiped up and tossed laundry accordingly, and plopped myself down at my computer. I probably didn't even put clothes back on for like another hour, I was far too exhausted. I had several more close calls, through the day and night, given that after we mathed everything out I had consumed 3 litres total. I am not a big girl. My kidneys were still on overdrive and I had so much water still in my system. I got desperate again every hour, and I peed again every hour, until that evening. (Don't worry I ate salty food, I know how water intoxication works and I avoid it very reliably) As I sat in my chair, feeling the fatigue eat me alive, I could only think about how this was DEFINITELY one for the books. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. Thank you for reading, and I love you all ❤️ If you're interested in my past work, the work that went into making this experience happen, and a vague announcement for the very near future, continue reading below ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Firstly, a MASSIVE thank you to @Biku for making the art included in this experience. This entire ordeal, I was typing in the discord which he was present for, and we came to an agreement almost immediately after the ordeal happened. I can not exaggerate how good this picture is. I gave him all the details of the experience, showed him some reference pictures so he'd know the exact attire and who he was drawing, and he absolutely blew my mind. This is the single most accurate piece of art I've ever had done of me, and its quality is absolutely OUTSTANDING. If you wanted to see what a Kozmo experience looks like, in some way that's other than words, this is the absolute closest to the real thing you can POSSIBLY get. Every single little detail of the picture is 1000% accurate, from me to the clothes to the wetting itself. My mind is boggled, and this is my favorite omo picture of all time as a result. If you haven't checked out Biku's art already, get on that shit. Like right now, GO. You might be thinking that this agreement seems 1 sided. That's where the announcement I mentioned comes in. To avoid spoilers I'll just say this: Biku gave me some art for my experience, and in trade, I'm giving him some experience for his art. He'll have another project coming soon, and you're not going to want to miss it, because I personally am going to help said project be an accurate depiction of the scenario he wants to create right down to the wire, in the way Kozmo always does, if you catch my drift. So stay tuned for that, you're DEFINITELY not going to want to miss it. Again, if you haven't checked out his art, you definitely should, and continue to do so. If you're new around here, or just haven't cared until now and want to read the rest of my experiences I've put myself through, I shall link them below. Thanks for sticking around to read more ❤️ Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos!
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  44. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    She had gone shopping and forgotten to go to the toilet before leaving the house, and now with a busting bladder as much as she searched she couldn't find anywhere to go. Her gray shorts were too tight, the buttons close to give up as she seated herself on the train back home. Crossing her legs and bouncing on the seat she atracted some curious stares, she was embarrased but would not stop, after all a girl like her should be used to the stares of strangers by now. When her stop came she could barelly stand, her bladder begging desperatly for release. Covering herself with her bag she managed to hold herself till she exited the station, she was so close. Wallking fast and navigating the sea of people she managed to reach the park in front of her appartment building. But when she took her hand away from her already leaking pussy the floodgates oppened and the pee would not be stopped. She felt so relieved as she looked at her now darker pants while warm pee cascaded down her naked legs. Embarrased but excited she relished on the feeling while looking for her keys and later walking proudly home. From the on she knew there would be a next time.
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  45. Biku's art

    Finished a Palutena
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  46. I think my answer is obvious to anyone who's seen any of my stories. My name probably kind of makes it obvious to. I love it when women with a large bladder can hold on and on for a long time until eventually even they can't hold on any longer. There's nothing hotter then a stubborn woman with an iron bladder finally having to succumb to her bladder's urgent needs many hours later. I can enjoy well written stories of women with much smaller/weaker bladders, but stories of women with larger bladders tend to be more fun for me to read. They often involve more build up for how the woman got so desperate in the first place to which is another plus.
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  47. 720P_1500K_120380271.mp4 480p_600k_107032.mp4 MyGirlFund leggings chair pee.mp4
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  48. 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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