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  1. "Please make a comic about Karai from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012, the comic would show her desperately jumping from houseroof to houseroof in the hope of finding a bathroom, she ends up barely made it in a public toilet." Soundwave012 I'm... not really sure how I feel about this comic, I don't feel like Karai is a character that belongs in an omo comic, she seems more like one that would fit better in action scenes... but I didn't check what the character looked like until I was about done with the first sketch (I knew she was a ninja before researching her apparence but that's it) so getting myself stuck into drawing a character I feel doesn't fit was pretty much my fault. Also I couldn't find the series she appears in anywhere so I had even less info about her. I hope it is good regardless of all this.
    5 points
  2. As Cassie huddled under the covers with nerves that couldn't be calmed and a bladder that couldn't be emptied she thought about how she'd ended up in this predicament. The root cause was her love of sweets. It was Halloween so she was looking forward to getting lots of candy. She was even dressed up like candy. She thought she looked sweet, but her mother thought she needed more wrappings. She said she was an adult and could go out dressed however she wanted. Her mom said if she wasn't a kid anymore she shouldn't go trick or treating anymore. They argued until Cassie agreed she was too old for trick or treat and her mom agreed to let her wear that outfit to the Halloween party. In her mind she didn't agree however. As soon as her mother and her little sister left for trick or treat Cassie left out the back door headed in the opposite direction and did the same. She got lots of compliments and lots of treats. There were many boys and men handing out candy who felt very generous when they saw her in her costume. She came home with a bulging bag of sweets. After staring at it proudly for a moment she headed off to the party. She was saving the junk food until after everyone had seen her slim figure in her delicious costume. She was distressed when she got home and couldn't find her bag. She was infuriated when she saw her sister Hallie eating candy she specifically remembered collecting herself. She started to scold the little girl, but found herself being scolded by her mother. She had combined Cassie's candy with Hallie's because the older girl wasn't supposed to be out collecting candy at all. Cassie went to her room to sulk and found herself planning revenge. There was no way to get her candy back without getting herself into trouble, but she could punish the little brat who was eating that candy. She decided to tell her ghost stories that were way too intense for her simple little mind. After all it was Halloween, the perfect night to give a kid nightmares. Best case scenario she would wet the bed and get screamed at and humiliated by their mother. Cassie came out of her room and pretended she was over the candy drama like the mature adult she was. She made herself and Hallie root beer floats and they went up into the attic and told ghost stories with only a flashlight to protect them from the spooks. Their mother was glad to see the girls bonding like this so she didn't scold Cassie for giving Hallie pop before bed. She even let the little girl stay up way past her bedtime. After all Halloween only came once a year and she might as well enjoy it to its fullest. Little did the woman know the horrors Cassie was filling that innocent child's head with as she sucked syrupy sweet soda from a straw. After an hour or so Cassie had terrified Hallie with tales of grisly murders and accidental manglings and ghosts that prowled this very neighborhood, but now it was time for the grand finale. Drawing from a nightmare she'd had years ago Cassie of the thing known only as the Slurping Terror. She let Hallie meditate on that name while she went downstairs and topped off their floats. She came back up and described the Slurping Terror in nauseating detail. It was a slimy thing with lots of legs and feelers and mouthparts. It lived in the sewer. It moved around with a slurping sound. It could squeeze through crevices and pipes. A slurping noise would be heard somewhere, but the hapless humans wouldn't know what it was or where it was coming from until it emerged from whatever nook or cranny it was slurping its way through. It could come out a vent or a drain or even a toilet. When it found a victim it latched onto them and slurped their soft organs out of the nearest available hole. Hallie swallowed the tale as easily as she swallowed the soda pop. She asked if the Slurping Terror could fit underneath a closed door. Cassie said she didn't know, but maybe one night she'd find out. With that Cassie abruptly announced that it was time to call it a night, telling Hallie to slurp down the rest of her float quickly before their mom took it away. She put her sister to bed and neither one of them brought up the idea of going potty before going to sleep. Cassie wished her sweet dreams while inwardly wishing her bladder-draining nightmares. The older girl sat up a while thinking about her own clever stories before she retired to her own bed. When Cassie awoke her bladder was killing her. She heard the old clock in the den chiming midnight. She also heard something else. A sort of slurping sound. She told herself it was a normal noise in this old house. It still scared her enough that she got back under the covers after walking a few paces toward the bathroom. She crossed her legs and waited for the noise to go away, but it didn't. It gradually grew louder and louder. It seemed to be oozing and shuffling toward her bedroom. Soon it seemed to come from right outside the door. Cassie gasped and nearly whizzed when she heard loud footsteps. She started to calm down when she realized they were Hallie's. She'd made it safely to the bathroom after all. Cassie scolded herself for getting so scared over nothing. She was twice Hallie's age but wasn't acting like it. After the toilet flushed and the little footsteps went away Cassie tiptoed toward the bathroom. She opened her bedroom door, but slammed it shut in an instant. She'd seen something moving in the shadows. Something dark and wet and glistening. Something that could make a slurping sound as it moved. She ran back to bed and shielded herself with bedding. Under the covers she curled into a little ball with her hands pressed tightly between her legs. Her bladder hurt more than it ever had in her life, but she couldn't bring herself to empty it. Somewhere in the house the slurping sound resumed. It seemed to come from different places at once. There was even a noise right under her bed. She didn't know how she was going to survive the night.
    4 points
  3. I’m feeling sooooo full and bulgy! I’m getting pretty squirmy now. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold this!
    4 points
  4. Imagine being in the middle of taking a sh*t when you hear your girlfriend scarlet come home acting frantically. You hear her fumbling with her keys and hanging up her coat before she tries entering the bathroom. She sounds desperate to pee as she tries coming into the bathroom because she didn’t know you were in there. You unlock the door and tell her to just hold onto her full bladder that you’ll be out in a few minutes. She should be able to hold her pee right? She explains to you that she’s unable to hold it that the urge to pee is just too much for her tiny bladder to take. Soon you start seeing pee escape from her right slit into her jeans a dark spot widening on her jeans encompassing her pussy. You laugh at her asking why she couldn’t just wait. She explains how she couldn’t control it as pee starts glistening down her luscious thighs into her gray sneakers. Her sneakers become filled with pee that it starts puddling around them. You two carry on conversation as she shows off her sexy soaked jeans that you just can’t take your eyes off of. Immediately you gain this intense urge to get your hands on your girls freshly soaked pussy soaked in warm pee after you caused her to lose control. You keep talking to her so you can stare at her dripping wet jeans and fantasize about what you’ll do to her next.
    3 points
  5. View File Wife Floods Her Khaki Pants Quick little flood from the wife in her khaki pants. No desperation, just letting go. She's got a great bladder capacity for such a small woman and I love how the stream fills the pants. The wet spots on her butt are from the shower walls since she was leaning against it (and I had taken a shower earlier). Enjoy~ Submitter vertigohed Submitted 11/14/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans
    3 points
  6. Pokemon are pretty easy and I was able to kinda make this one work, so here you go! I have a lot of difficulty with human faces, so not sure if I could do a good job with that, sorry. 😅
    3 points
  7. We perched on our bar stools looking into each other's eyes. Or, I perched. She ground herself into it. I was all in. Her short brown hair. Her sideways, mischievous smile. Her probably, almost certainly, overflowing bladder. Her playfulness. I was here for all of it. It was after 2 a.m. in my corner dive; tunes were blaring in the mostly empty bar. We were illuminated by a red neon light. A few drunk college students and a handful of the bartender's buddies made up the clientele at this hour. I knew some of them, but not well enough, thankfully, that any of them was likely to interrupt this weird, erotic adventure I was on. The bartender set down a beer and a shot in front of each of us. We clinked our shot glasses together and drank up. She coughed at the bite of the whiskey, and chased it with a sip of beer. "Ooh. Coughing. Not great right now," she said, giving her crotch a quick grab between her tightly pretzeled, ever-moving legs. "You're driving me crazy," I announced. "Oh, well, that's sweet," she said. "You're amazing," I said. "But I was referring specifically to your... state." "The chair helps," she said. "Sitting helps." "It looks like you're putting it to use," I said, glancing down at her grinding hips. She looked thoughtful. One thing I marveled at with this girl was how she could stay so engaged, so present, while presumably on the verge of wetting her underwear. She moved her lips close to my ear. "I'm going to tell you a secret," she said. "I'm going to tell you why I'm letting what's happening between us right now happen." I held my breath. "It's because what I'm doing right now... with the chair... feels... good." My heart skipped. "When I hold it for a really, really long time — when I hold it until I can barely hold on, until I'm not holding on — it feels really, really, really good." I still wasn't breathing. I just listened. She continued to whisper over the blare of the of the bar tunes: "When you told me you liked when girls held it, I couldn't not think about the possibility of exploring this." She sat upright, looking at me, the mischievous glint shining brighter in her eye. She saw what she was doing to me. "I wasn't planning to tell you tonight," she said, talking at regular volume now. "I wasn't even sure whether to tell you at all. But here we are. I decided just now that I wanted to. I trust you. We're having fun. And the drinks helped." She took another sip of beer. I still wasn't breathing. I had to breathe. I coughed. I started breathing again. Holy shit. "Have you ever shared this with anyone?" I asked. "Well, I've never told anyone," she replied. "With boyfriends I've waited. Because of the thrill. I've held my pee in. But the thing is... for it to feel good, I have to be very, very full." "As you are now," I pointed out, helpfully. "As I am now. And when I'm that full, and I'm doing anything — if I'm out on a date, walking around, doing anything really — there's a chance... I might..." She winced. "Pee a little? Because I'm so full?" "Reasonable," I said. "So, in the past I've held a full bladder, and held it, and held it, if I knew I was going to maybe be getting naked with someone that night. Because it's exciting. It makes it better, to have been holding for hours beforehand. But, it's also complicated. What if I leak? I always bring extra underwear." I was rapt. "So let's say things are getting hot and heavy," she continued. "We're making out, we're touching each other, I'm dying to pee, my bladder is about to overflow, so on and so forth. Before we, uh, get in bed, I have to interrupt things. I have to go empty my bladder. I don't want to pee on anyone who isn't expecting to be peed on. I don't want to take off my pants and show off underwear I've been leaking into. I never reveal that I'm holding. So I go pee. I change my underwear. And then that's that. I come back out of the bathroom. We move forward. But the excitement is — interrupted. "So, no," she concluded. "I've never shared this with anyone. Not really. I've never told anyone, and I've never, erm, held it all the way to bed." She paused, thoughtful, then leaned back in, whispering again. "I mean, I've gotten off while full of piss," she said quickly, clarifying. "So many times. But never with anyone else." She leaned back again. We looked at each other. Even though she knew — she had to know — that I was basically dying from arousal, she seemed a bit nervous about having revealed this secret. We both took a sip of our beers. She was positively vibrating in her rapid bladder-holding chair-dance. I wondered if anyone else was noticing. "I cannot believe how amazing this. I am so fucking happy," I said, "that you are sharing this with me." She was visibly relieved. "I have been waiting for someone to say everything you just said for my whole adult life," I said. "Basically, what this, I think, means, is: you are the woman of my dreams." She smiled, then laughed, then laughed more. "Okay, okay take it easy," she said, still laughing and gripping her crotch for dear life. "Enough compliments." "I'll take it easy," I agreed, also laughing. "Well," she said. She was relaxed again, playful. "If you're game, there are some things I think we should try."
    3 points
  8. There is a special club for boys and girls who likes pee holding and pee desperation. It is a kind of sado maso club for bladder torture, for girls who likes to hold their pee, for girls who likes to be made to hold it and for girls who likes to get their bladder tortured from hot boys. The girls are proud of their strong bladder and of their ability to hold their pee extreme long. It is a club for boys who love it if girls are desperate to pee, for boys who get`s horny if they see a bulging bladder in a girls slim belly. But it is a club for maso boys too, for boys who likes holding and gets his bladder tortured. The club open only at Saturday at 8 pm. Some girls hold it all day so that they are really full at 8. They know that there will be no loo for girls, that is exactly what they want need to wee, but can`t go. They want to be full to burst, but forced to hold it. That is exactly what the boys want too, they want to see girl`s who hold a bladder full to explode. Girls talk openly about their strong urge, about how bad they would need to go, how long they are holding it and how many hours since they would need to wee. Boys like that, they get horny just from listen, they can`t get enough, they want more of it. The girls bladder must stretch, they must get bigger and bigger and the urge must get stronger, for that reason they make the girls drink. Some girls would need to wee really, really bad after hours, but there is no loo, they have to hold it and they have to drink. The boys are curious how long the girls are able to endure that. The club members should wear special dresses, maybe the girls bikini and the boys speedos? The bellies should be bare to see the bladders bulging. There are young, slim waiter girls at the service, they are nearly naked, extra short miniskirt so that their white, little panties are visible. This girls have to have extra large bladders, they are not allowed to wee all evening and for a good tip, they let you feel their swollen bladders and let you press on it. On a little stage are some sexy dancer girls, they are also not allowed to pee. Late at night the girls would need to wee really, really bad. Forced from their bodily needs they do a "pee dance" they rub their knees, they press their thighs hard together, they bent over with the hands between their crossed legs and they massage their swollen bladders. That is a dance, what boys who loves girls desperate to pee, wants to see! If one of the guests wants to present her (his) sexy body and her bulging bladder, she can use the stage too. Of course the strongest girl can`t hold it forever. Any girl will piss herself if you don`t let her go long enough, but that would be a shame at this club. If a girl comes to her absolutely limit, if it get`s to painful for her, or she starts to leak so that her white panty gets yellow over her slit, she can order a large measuring jug for to wee. She can do that behind a little curtain or free to see for all, on the stage. If she has done her much needed pee she show the jug so that all can see how much she was holding. If her "performance" was good, she get`s a big applause. The dance girls and the service girls are not allowed to take one of this jugs, they have to aske for permission before. If one of the girls need to wee really, really bad and the poor girl aske for permission to use a jug, the club owner aske sometimes the peoples "should we let her go?" Especially the boys say something like this " no let her hold it, she is a big girl- make her wait, she can endure more- don`t let her pee, her bladder can get bigger- no wee for her". The boys love to see the waiter girls walk at the service with their upper thighs pressed together, the knees rubbing on each other, they love to see them stand beside the table with tight crossed legs and sometimes they can see near to the closing time, some drops of hot girl wee running down on the nude, slender legs. I think one evening at this club would be a great experience!!!!? Does somebody have more ideas for this club?
    2 points
  9. 852 downloads

    Quick little flood from the wife in her khaki pants. No desperation, just letting go. She's got a great bladder capacity for such a small woman and I love how the stream fills the pants. The wet spots on her butt are from the shower walls since she was leaning against it (and I had taken a shower earlier). Enjoy~
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    2 points
  10. I didn't see anything on there implying it came from a pay site so it must be original to pornhub https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5935022e6babb
    2 points
  11. Yesterday I visited friends for lunch in a town just a couple of stops on the local underground. I returned home late afternoon and by the time I reached the station to get the train back I found the cups of tea had caught up with me despite having a "just in case" visit before I left. Whether it was the tea or the cold autumn chill I'm not sure. But by the time the train arrived my need had grown quite considerably. I was really uncomfortable and was quite worried. I'm one of those Omorashi devotees who loves everything about the fetish except the idea of doing it in public. Hearing of others troubles yes, but not mine. Selfish I know. It was literally a ten minute journey and as soon as we hit the platform I was out of the tube train doors and making haste for the toilets. Then disaster … a sign saying that due to "anti social behaviour and drug taking" the toilets had been closed. My heart sank and I feared I was about to do something anti-social myself! But I knew the café in the local park had toilets as I had used them in the past. I hurried up the road … it was just a few hundred yards. Then as I entered the park there was a terrible realisation …. where were all the tables and chairs! Then the second realisation. It had turned 4pm, the Winter timetable had come in and both the café and toilets had shut. There was an option to go behind a tree or find a bush but it wasn't that dark. The place is a route home for schoolchildren and I know that covert surveillance is in place to deal with the very behaviour the station was trying to address. I had no option but to endure the struggle of a 20 minute of a walk home. Because of bladder weakness I often wear a pull-up on long journeys but I hadn't wanted to that day because my friends might have noticed the bulge and in any case it wasn't that much of a trip. It wasn't long before I felt a spurt dampen my underpants and I was really apprehensive about losing complete control. I tried to quicken my pace but as fellow sufferers will know it is not that easy and can encourage further leaks. Despite my superhuman efforts to hold on more piss escaped as I entered my road and I could feel the legs of my jeans clinging to my thighs through wetness.. Just another few hundred yards. Please let me make it. I hoped my three quarter length coat would hide any embarrassment but as you will see from the pics my jeans were a very light blue! Luckily I made the front door without seeing any neighbours!
    2 points
  12. Jade samples

    Came across some samples that were new to me and maybe to some of you, too - as usual: anyone being able to access Jade direktly in possession of the entire vid? https://www.jade-net-home.com/media_access/play/-,1,9,116452,sample?ql=1 https://www.jade-net-home.com/media_access/play/-,1,10,110789,sample?ql=1 https://www.jade-net-home.com/media_access/play/-,1,10,117637,sample?ql=1
    2 points
  13. 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.
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  14. I found this. Haven't seen her before https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cfebd052d6b9
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  15. Doing a hold for the first time in a while, I last peed at about 10pm and it’s now 4am. In that time (5 hours) I’ve had a medium coke, 2 mugs of tea, and am about halfway through my third big glass of water. im feeling nice and full. I’m at about an 8/10 — not painful yet, but I’m constantly aware of my bladder, which is getting to be firm and bulgy. Now I’m sitting here sipping my water, massaging the ball of piss sitting between my hips, feeling the delicious pressure of my overfilling bladder on my G spot.
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  16. Hmm. It's hard to say. When I'm bursting, I guess it could be described as physical pain, but the thing is that my mind experiences said pain as pleasure. I've never actually felt negative sensations while doing a hold for fun. Being objective about it though, I'd say at about a 7/10 my bladder really begins to sting, but I love that so who really knows lol
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  17. I will definitely try to get the google drive set up!! you can follow it on Pornhub too. if you went to PH you can type in PMDP and find my account/videos! Especially ones I haven’t been able to post!!! Thats where I’ve been uploading most of them 🙂 Thank you all for all of the love! ❤️❤️❤️
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  18. "Don't forget we have theatre tickets tonight darling" my wife called to me as we both got ready for work that morning. "Ha, I had completely forgotten," I laughed. "I may have to meet you there straight from work. What are you planning to wear?" As I struggled to get a sock on she described a light but smart summery chiffon A-line dress that apparently hung just above her knee. I only remember because her next comment got my full attention: "Shall we play tonight dear?" she had asked. To us, 'playing' meant her getting catastrophically desperate to pee and then holding it for way longer than nature intended. There was as much fun to be had in planning scenarios together as in her subsequently going through with them. This was one I'd never even thought of, though I asked whether she was thinking along similar lines to our many play dates at cinemas over the years. "What, drinking a couple of pints of water two hours before the curtain goes up? No, that's lame; not challenging enough," was her reply. I made a mental note to book a VERY long film next time we played at the cinema. But what was she planning for tonight? She continued "I want you to do that darling, so we can play together. But I've got something tougher in mind for myself." She didn't let me get a word in to object before explaining "I haven't genuinely worried whether I'll make it home dry for ages, all our play and my practising has strengthened my muscles and increased my capacity a lot. I want to be worrying about it, then I'll enjoy it more." "So what do you have in mind?" I'd got both socks on at last and stood in my underwear staring at her. "Do you want to know or do you want a surprise?" She knew I'd want to know and my expression assured her she knew me as well as she thought she did. "You drink 2 pints of water in the car on your way to the theatre, so, what, 1 hour before the curtain goes up. Bring casuals to change into so that you're not holding in your suit. I'll drink mine earlier than usual and whatsapp you when I've done it. Until then, it's a surprise for you." She had siddled over to my side of the bed and was hugging me, looking into my eyes. Now she fondled my through my underwear. In a teasing voice she asked "Will the suspense get you hard? Might you get a bit of precum on those undies? If you do, message me!" with that she let go of me and returned to dressing herself. We arranged to meet at the theatre at roughly the time I thought I could get there from work, in time for a pleasurable drink before the performance. She would get the bus to town then walk to the theatre to meet me, so that I could drive her home while she concentrated on not peeing. --- I work as a consultant in a mid-sized firm, with my job making me travel fairly frequently. Today I only had one meeting out of the office, late afternoon in a nearby big town. I was always nervous about holding in public - I knew I couldn't manage to last through most of the challenges I set Imogen - so while driving to work I decided that being out of the office would be a perfect excuse to dehydrate myself during the afternoon, so that the 2 pints I had to drink would take longer to bother me. With that resolved, I was able to settle at my desk, though I couldn't concentrate as I was constantly wondering what time Imogen would start her 2 pints. When playing at the cinema, she tended to pee then drink 2 hours before the advertised show time, so she'd consumed it all at least 90 minutes before the adverts started, and with an average length of film and the drive home afterwards, she'd have to wait at least 4 and a half hours after peeing. She tended to be feeling a semi-strong need to pee before the adverts started. Recently she'd started buying those big fizzy drinks in cinemas to 'keep herself topped up' as she put it. God I love her. With the show we were going to see tonight starting at 7:30, and her desire to make it more challenging for herself, she'd obviously pee and drink the water earlier; I tried to guess her thinking: maybe she'd start at 4:30, before she finished work and so be finished by 5pm. Most likely that would see her holding for a bit over 6 hours which would be a sight to behold once she could fidget freely in the car on the way home. She was right as usual, of course. All those thoughts had got me semi-hard and leaking a little pre-cum, I was so turned on already. I must have gone through the same chain of thoughts at least 25 times that day, arriving at the same conclusion every time. So much so that I was convinced that was what she would do. You can guess the effect it was having on me (and my productivity, don't tell my boss!) I drank less than usual all day, and after my meeting the other side of town made sure to have a barely-needed wee, then bought the water at a shop on the business park to drink while I drove to the theatre. I hadn't had Imogen's whatsapp yet, which frustrated me. She should have had the water at least an hour before me just to match her usual cinema 'play'. Before starting the car I sent her an inquisitive, almost disappointed message and she replied instantly, far too quickly with hindsight. It read 'Sorry, forgot to tell you. What an idiot! I'm all done, see you soon, love you Ix' She knew I liked the detail, and she equally knew that the lack of it in that message would annoy me. I fired back 'So, when did you drink?' the lack of a kiss at the end would get my state of mind across. She replied 'Earlier. Tell you when I see you Ix' I couldn't stop myself replying 'I've been thinking about you all day, tell me!' but she didn't reply until I'd started driving so I couldn't read it until I parked at the theatre. She'd written 'It's going to be good, trust me Ix'. I found her at a table in the bar, wearing the dress she'd described and looking gorgeous, as always. She rose to greet me and kissed me passionately, knowing I'd lose the mood instantly seeing her legs on show and with a nice kiss. I asked her to get me a soft drink from the bar while I went to the gents to change out of my suit, which I'd also return to the car. In the cubicle the toilet caught my eye, and I wondered about cheating by having another pee, even though I didn't need to go yet. I suppressed the idea long enough to get changed and buttoning up the fly on my jeans acted as a barrier to my weakness. My fate was sealed. --- When he walked into the theatre I was about to give up and pee, at least to let some pressure off. I knew I'd overdone it when I was feeling really full by 3pm, and needed to go as badly as after our cinema play times by 5pm. But once he arrived I gave myself no choice, I was doing this for him as much as for me, and I'd do it to the best of my ability. Standing at the bar to order his drink was horrendous, with all those strangers there I couldn't bear the thought of fidgeting publicly, but try as I might I couldn't stand still. Anyone who looked at me for more than a couple of seconds probably realised my problem, as I was pacing around while the barman served the OJ and lemonade. I was back in my seat by the time Pete came back. Sitting was so much easier on my poor bladder. I could actually stay still and look composed. He looked great in his jeans and shirt, I'd enjoy the rare treat of him fidgeting in those later. But first, I'd teased him long enough. I lent forward to whisper in his ear, and grabbed his hand to emphasise that I was putting myself through this for him. "I'm utterly bursting darling, how are you?" He was fine, didn't need to go at all yet apparently. Lucky thing! He begged me to tell him what I'd been up to. I told him about peeing before lunch at work, then drinking 2 pints at the pub with a colleague. About being full by 3pm, about being at an 8 or 8 and a half by 5pm, and about drinking water during the afternoon despite that. He pressed me for details, "Probably only another pint or so," I told him, underplaying it somewhat. About the exquisite delight at seeing the colleague pee three times during the afternoon, the first time before we'd even left the pub. Knowing I'd held so much longer than her already, knowing I was the master of my bladder and not a slave to it like her and so many others. Knowing what all this would do to him. At that I reached under the table with my other hand and touched him - he was erect and evidently very excited. Feigning tiredness last night to avoid sex had been a good move on my part, making both of us even keener now. "Were you fidgeting at work though Immi?" he wanted to know. I nodded coquettishly. "I knotted my legs together and just swayed them backwards and forwards under my desk," I explained. I'm a receptionist at a Doctors' Surgery, so patients and visitors can never see my legs and colleagues are usually only passing my desk for a moment on their way in or out. Finally I told him about my extremely fidgety bus ride from work to the town centre and then walking cautiously to the theatre. So cautiously that it took me longer than usual to walk and I'd arrived not long before him, so I'd only had a half the small glass of wine he could see on the table in front of me. Of course he asked "But will you be able to last through tonight sweetie? You're usually at 8 when we get home from the cinema..." My response was a lot more confident than I was feeling. "Of course darling, there's little doubt in my mind. I told you I wanted to worry myself, to challenge myself." He perked up at that, I think he'd been expecting me to dash off for a partial pee before the show. Honestly I felt hugely bloated, my bladder was seriously hard and felt like a balloon that had been overfilled, stretching more than it wanted to. I was already breathing shallowly to avoid shocks to my bladder and I knew that moving would be tough. I had to admit to myself I was at 9 and a half now, and told Pete so. You see, I have a special skill that I can suppress fidgeting when I sit down, especially in public or when I'd be embarrassed for others to see it, but I can't suppress the penguin-like walk when my bladder gets to this stage. I hadn't been at this stage out of our home for a long time; at home I'd happily drink loads more, sitting on my heel in the lounge and then waddling to bed. I'd started to sweat too, the body's tell tale sign that it's trying to expel the liquid from my bloodstream any way but letting the kidneys process it. It's not very ladylike, but it's great to get to that stage of desperation, it proves I have actually pushed myself. I have several friends I'm close enough to that I can discuss my fetish with them: none of them even knew there is a sweating stage. I'd told them that means they've never actually been full, which they all denied unconvincingly. Pete could feel me sweating as he still held my hand. He knew what it meant too. He seemed to be unsure what to say. His chivalrous side came out. "Are you SURE you want to go through with this? I mean, I hate to think of you not making it during the performance." He looked at his watch, just over 10 minutes until curtain up. I always know the exact time when I'm that full, time seems to pass so slowly! I sighed. "Pete, I'm properly bursting, I've never lasted - what do you think, over 3 hours before we're home?" he nodded, "from a 9 before! I'm concerned I've over done it and might leak in there. I'm even more worried someone else will notice how badly I need to go. But I'm not giving in, I wanted this and I've got it." I giggled. "I might have wanted this at about 10pm not 20 past 7 but oh well. Shall we go in?" I nodded to the door just as an announcement was made asking all guests to take their seats. He asked once more if I was sure I wanted to go through with it. "Last chance," he said. I was sure and told him so, slightly angrily. I didn't want him to give me a way out. But he didn't; once he knew I was determined he took a different tack. "In that case, do you want another drink?" he teased me. "Wine, beer, cider?" A thought struck me. "Get me a double brandy, neat. It'll help numb it for a bit." Making our way to our seats was pure agony. I couldn't stand up straight, and walked very slowly hunched over, all my actions inevitably designed to prevent shocks to my bladder which might defeat my overstretched muscles. A minor miracle meant we were seated on the end of a row, and I whispered to Pete that I'd like to be on the end, quickly reassuring him that it wasn't so I could rush out but so I could fidget without a stranger sat next to me. He immediately let me have the exit seat. The first half was incredibly difficult. I almost downed the brandy in one, I was at that stage where I was so desperate I had to do everything really quickly, really urgently. I kept looking at my watch to try to make time pass quicker. I realised at one point I'd looked at it 7 times in 30 seconds. I involuntarily fidgeted in the seat by swinging the leg nearer Pete in a wide arc, and by waving the other foot backwards and forwards in the aisle next to me. About 20 minutes into the first act I forced myself to sit still for what felt like a whole minute, but when I checked my watch (again!) I'd only managed to stay still for 20 seconds. I was frequently shifting my position in the chair, which unfortunately squeaked every time I moved. Pete kept casting me glances, increasingly frequently as the first act continued. I don't know how I avoided holding myself, or how I avoided wetting myself, during that first act. By the time it seemed like the actors were building to a crescendo agony no longer described my need to go. I have deliberately held on so much to such extremes so many times that intense desperation is quite routine for me, but this was something else. Something new. Something exciting and terrifying. I genuinely sat in that seat in the theatre wondering to myself every second how I hadn't wet myself yet. I'd achieved my aim of challenging myself with something tougher, that was for sure. And I was incredibly turned on. My whole fabric seat was bathed in my sweat that was literally running down my face and all over me, even the backs of my knees were sweating. I couldn't tell you anything about the plot of the play or the character's names, my whole concentration was on not leaking and not embarrassing myself by fidgeting such that other people noticed. The lights going up for the interval was a blessed relief. Firstly it meant I was about half way through this torture I was inflicting on myself, and secondly it meant that I had 20 minutes in which to decide whether to brave it out or to give in and either pee in the theatre or to rush home with Pete for some very hot sex. Pete! I'd forgotten all about Pete's hold. --- I have never seen Immi so desperate in public, and probably never so frantic at all in fact, because at home she might have drunk more, done longer holds or pushed herself to even greater extremes, but it was obvious when we sat down for the show that this was something that would be very difficult and I honestly thought she wouldn't make it. Not dry anyway. I was very conscious of her fidgeting during the first act, and of her annoying squeaky seat which revealed her incessant movement and frequent shifts of position to me and probably everyone around us. However as the act went on I also became aware of my own need to pee increasing alarmingly quickly. It struck me that I couldn't complain about it because I was obviously better off than my darling wife. Maybe she'd been cunning. By the time of the interval I was properly bursting, I'd squeezed myself twice in the last ten minutes to control the urge to pee, and I could only describe myself as at a 9. I couldn't face holding through the second half, and hoped to God that Immi would want to go home to measure this hold. It didn't help that other theatre goers were pushing past us to get to the bar or toilets. One guy even asked his group of friends as they passed us whether they wanted the bar or the toilets first. Once the hubbub had died down I turned to talk to Immi. She had tears in her eyes and was trembling. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable or so attractive. My discomfort was immense and I'd never willingly get that full in public again, but I had to know about Immi's state first. "How bad is it?" I asked, breathlessly. She grimaced, shuddered, gesticulated at her crossed legs and finally whispered to me "Fucking fantastic but I'm way above a 10. Way above anything I've ever done before. This is my fullest and my most desperate, I don't want to waste it Pete but I'm amazed I haven't wet myself already. What should we do?" "Are you asking me whether to go home now?" She couldn't answer. She half smiled at me while an urge consumed her concentration. Her answer, when it came, was long, confused and indicative of severe desperation. "Yes, but I don't want to give in. I can't think, I don't think I can last as long as it'll take to get to the car but I felt like that almost as soon as we sat down. What should I do? I can't take another moment but at the same time I think I can. Oh God I want you inside me!" I shifted uncomfortably. "Are you at 10 yet?" I couldn't wait for her to answer, and said far too loudly "I'm easily at a 9 love, I'm not sure I should drive home. You've got to decide, I can't guess what's going on inside you, but I know what's going on inside my bladder." I stopped and looked around me at the few theatre-goers who hadn't left their seats. No-one had turned to look at me thank goodness. Immi was stock still, mesmerized by the feelings she was experiencing or about to wet herself, one or the other. The feeling evidently soon ended and she looked me in the eye. "Force me to hold it darling, do anything to make this happen the way I want it to. The way no doubt you want it to as well." I made a decision. "I'm going to go and wee, buy you another brandy, and that way I can concentrate on you. Wait here." With that I left before she could protest. "Find out what time it finishes!" she called after me. I had a really very good pee in the Gents, though another guy who was peeing at the urinal before me was still going strong after I'd finished. Bladder-shamed by my wife and a stranger in one evening, not good. I fought through the crowd to order a neat triple brandy for Immi and a non-alcoholic beer for me. --- While Pete was gone all I could think was "The bastard's weeing right now, how could he put me through the torture of knowing?" over and over. My own need didn't get any better while he was gone, and by the time he was back I was convinced I'd got a wet patch on the back of my dress. If not from leaking, then from a combination of sweating and being intensely turned on. I surreptitiously felt my dress while I twisted sideways to let Pete get by me back to his seat, it didn't feel wet but I couldn't be sure. He handed me a big brandy which I downed in one. The alcohol would help temporarily until it began to dehydrate me and force more liquid into my bladder. Until it kicked in I just had to make the best of it using my own strength. I realised it wasn't really a battle of muscle strength against pee pressure any more, it was a battle of my determination against my inner demon telling me to worry about being noticed or leaking. Pete told me the show was due to finish at 10:20 and was running to time - so maybe 5 more minutes of the interval and then an hour to survive, then the horrendous thought of walking to the car and the much more agreeable thought of the drive home, when I could hold myself if needs be. Who was I kidding. Delete those last 3 words. I wasn't going to make it, I needed the privacy of my own home to contemplate waiting a second longer. So I'd have to admit defeat, use the ladies here and apologise profusely to Pete. "Take me to the Ladies Pete, now. Help me!" I begged. He looked at me blankly, a distinct concern crossed his face, then he stood up. "No," he said. "You have often asked me to help you wait longer but never really seemed to need any help until now. You seem to be having a crisis of confidence, am I right?" He was so right. I nodded imperceptibly, afraid to shake my bladder even with that movement. "I can't stand up though. And my kidneys hurt." "We're going to take you home," he assured me, and with that almost dragged me out of the auditorium. Contrary to my expectations moving was easier than it should have been, clenching to prevent leaks came naturally again instead of requiring very conscious effort. I found myself trying and failing to walk straight upright instead of half crouched as I tend to at my bladder's limit - social concerns to the fore to avoid strangers even knowing I needed to wee though I might wet myself in front of them! Putting the seat belt on in the car was troublesome. How to twist to reach it was my first challenge, which Pete overcame for me, but how to fasten it without any part of it touching my distended, stretched, bloated and bulging bladder was a bigger issue. Every second mattered to me and wasting vital time on this upset me more than it should. Eventually it occurred to me that I could hold myself in the car and no-one would know except Pete, so my arm could go inside the seat belt to hold it away from my bladder. That made things a lot easier though I was no less desperate. Pete would usually ask incessant questions when I was full so his silence told me he was thinking. "Pete, I'm in new territory, I might wet the car seat, is that OK? I so want to make it home to measure." He shook his head. "Two things: one, you're a grown adult and can hold on a bit longer, two, I am having sex with you when we get home before any measuring. Ok three things, three, if you wet the car seat I'm putting the pictures on Facebook. Is that adequate incentive to hold on?" he looked at me sidelong as he drove. I realised he was smiling, challenging me. Two can play at that game. I told him I'd never sleep with him again unless he got me home dry. I cried as he replied "Do you think this is over when we get home? Do you? You set yourself up for this, to last another hour and a half or so, to the end of the show plus the drive home. Leaving the theatre doesn't reduce your target. Plus neither of us have eaten dinner, so we ought to stop off on our way home. Where do you fancy?" Through the tears I felt defiant. I'd been at 9.5 at 7:20, very rapidly reaching maximum 10 out of 10 over two hours ago. I'd never held for more than 45 minutes once reaching 10 before, but I'd managed it so far, somehow, though in that moment in the car I knew it was as much luck as muscle strength. Looking back I can't work out what impact luck has on my bladder's stamina. Despite wanting to wait longer I was scared and unwilling to commit to anything. "Pete I was about to wet myself 2 hours ago, forget it. Take me home. No!" I screamed as he indicated to turn towards the town centre, away from home. I cried afresh while he seemed to take forever to find a parking space. One the engine was off he turned to me and uttered 2 words in the most loving tone I can remember him using "Trust me." Then to my utter surprise he roughly shoved his hand up my dress between my legs, removed my hand and rubbed me to an immense orgasm. It happened so quickly my bladder didn't complain too much. When he'd finished he sucked his finger clean, looking seductively at me while he did so. "Isn't that why you're doing this to yourself Immi, for sexual satisfaction?" he paused long enough that I probably should have replied but all I could do was whimper, fidget and clasp my hand to myself again, pressing really hard now. I don't know about you but orgasm temporarily increases my urgency to pee, which 5 minutes before hadn't seemed possible. When I didn't reply he sighed and asked "Chinese, Indian or fish and chips?" "I can't go onto a restaurant darling, I'll be too embarrassed," I thought of adding 'look at me' but figured he knew. Every word hurt, somehow adding to the risk of my bladder giving in. And while he rushed off to get the takeaway curry he fancied, my bladder turned cartwheels inside me. The uncertainty of an indeterminate wait for him to return had unsettled it. --- My plan was two-fold, firstly to extend Imogen's involuntary waiting time while I waited for the fix to be cooked, but also to sneak into an ally to pee again. I'd broken the seal and was never as good as her at holding anyway. For some reason I always felt awkward going to the loo before sex if she was holding, so hiding my second wee from her was a selfish solution. When I got back almost to within sight of the car I broke into a jog despite the takeaway bag I was carrying, to give the impression to Immi that I'd been as quick as I could for her sake. I saw that she was no longer sitting in it but was pacing around the dark car park with both hands between her legs. She gingerly lowered herself back into the car as I almost threw the takeaway onto the back seat, which made the beer bottles I'd also purchased clink. I jumped into the drivers seat then immediately jumped out to run around to pass Immi the seat belt again. Once I was driving she metaphorically raised an eyebrow at the clinking bottles. I explained "You know as well as I do dear that if we'd gone for a curry you'd have had a couple of pints. So I bought you two Cobras," inclining his head to the back seat. "Want one now or when we get home?" he joked. --- On a normal day doing a normal hold I'd have taken that challenge and downed a bottle right there in the car, primarily to turn my sweet husband on a bit more. But this was so far out of my comfort zone that I had no idea what another few millilitres that my kidneys might manage to produce before we got home would do to me. So instead I did my best to giggle at him, and experimented with removing one hand from myself to gently hit him. Since being in the car I'd spent less time staring at my watch, but I realised as we were nearing home that what with the journey, the orgasm and the wait for takeaway it was nearly 10:20. In around half an hour I'd have reached my target. Not that it felt doable, but I had made myself survive until we got home. Getting into the house was a fiasco. Pete abandoned the takeaway to help me the few steps to the door, but left me in the hall under strict instructions not to pee while he retrieved his precious curry. One he was back I insisted he strip me naked, the constant sweating had soaked my dress making it uncomfortable. Though admittedly not as uncomfortable as my bulging bladder. Pete has always been an attentive lover; one or more of his exs must have taught him well. Based on stories he's told me and scenarios he's had me act out they had certainly indulged him by playing. So foreplay usually lasted well into a second hour before he even considered penetration. Tonight was no different, despite my bladder screaming at me and my constant begging for him to "get on with it" coupled with fidgeting that made it quite difficult for him, he'd licked me and fingered me to several orgasms and a surprising contrasting sense of relaxation despite my intense desperation. While we made love in the only position I could tolerate - missionary - I whispered into his ear how I was feeling so, so full and how I'd almost burst 5 hours before at the theatre bar, and finally admitted that I hadn't had just 1 pint of water at work during the afternoon, but 2, plus a cup of tea brought to me by a well-meaning colleague. I thought I'd push him over the edge into his own orgasm with that sort of talk, but instead he adjusted his rhythm and made me cum again, with the most perfect orgasm I've ever experienced. At last he gave in to his own pleasure, so finally sated after a whole day of being almost constantly turned on, we cuddled briefly. To my utmost surprise I woke up a few hours later in a new agony, my whole belly was bloated and protruding. My kidneys felt like they were on fire and I was unpleasantly hungover. 2 pints at lunch plus 5 brandys while drinking less water than usual had ironically left me dehydrated despite the huge amount of pee in my bladder. I felt so unwell I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed yet, so lay there feeling awful until my fidgeting woke Pete up. Hangovers always make me horny so being the gentleman he is Pete made love to me again after helping me measure. This time the new record I'd set meant he couldn't control himself and he came very quickly. That record will probably stand for years, but the experience I'd had and glorious sex it led to meant I would try very frequently to beat it.
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  19. 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!
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  20. Some of my OC's adventures with omo as well as some omo fan art.
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  21. Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
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  22. From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Oh no, I couldn't hold it....Wanna help me get undressed?
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  23. Desperate Schoolgirl

    A schoolgirl is held against her will and forced to hold her pee. It has been almost a day so far (I messed up with the album configuration for the last one)
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  24. Ladies, when you find yourself in a situation where you need to hold a full bladder, either for pleasure or due to circumstance, at what point on the 1 - 10 Scale do you go from experiencing simple discomfort, to feeling physical pain from your need? As always thanks in advance for any information that you can supply on this subject.
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  25. 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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  26. Thanks, I'm glad you liked it (inserted)
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  27. Watch Alisha pee in her purple cotton panties, rub her hands on the warm wet fabric, and ultimately masturbate until she climaxes in this incredibly hot wetting video. For this scene we asked Alisha what she would like to do; What are her favorite kinds of videos? The answer was any video where she gets to pee in her underwear for fun. That sounded like a good idea to us, so we told her to go for it. The result proved to be anything but disappointing. The scene starts with Alisha wearing a light-colored t-shirt and cute purple cotton panties. Talking directly to the camera, she explains how she enjoys wetting her underwear and how excited she is to pee herself as the camera records her. Then, without any other lead up, she proceeds to pee through her underwear, soaking the cotton fabric. As she pees, the camera slowly zooms in giving us a gorgeous look at her sopping wet panties. After she is done peeing, she keeps her wet undies on but turns around to show off the dark wet stain she made on them. Showing off the wet patch on her panties, she can’t help but feel the wet fabric with her hands, growing ever more aroused. Eventually, she takes a break from showing us her wet undies to masturbate. Of course, the camera is still recording, so we get to watch as she pleasures herself in her wet panties. Finally, after climaxing, she takes off her wet underwear. She holds up her panties to allow the camera to get a good look at them, proudly displaying how much she peed in them.
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  28. My bladderbegan contracting and started to force the piss out into the container. So I just relaxed and let go, I couldn’t stop myself. It only ended up being 1.3L, which is 200ml less than my record. I guess I’m a little out of practice. As for the pictures, I’m usually pretty close to my limit when I take them, it’s just a matter of if I can sit still enough, get A good angle, keep my hand from shaking, and keep all the piss inside. And when I’m that full I have very little patience and will give up on taking pics if they don’t work out right away lol
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  29. I'm currently in the process of writing a short and sweet 2nd chapter for Ayla and Harriet's story.
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  30. A few clips I cut from GIGA GRZ videos (holding contests) in bikinis and swimsuit https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/6199-some-giga-grz-swimsuit-wetting-clips/
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  31. Yes you’re absolutely right I’ll work on it... but there’s a part two about to be uploaded so keep a look out for it! 😃
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  32. As a kid I loved wetting in my pants when out playing and 40 years later I still do but for many years when growing up having girl friends and eventually getting married I could"nt wet as often as I wanted to and my wife did not like me wetting but did indulge from time to time both wetting our panties during sex but that all ended in divorce and for the last ten years finally living alone I now wet as often as I like so I take advantage of wetting in most rooms and now like wetting in bed this is not something I used to do but bought myself a rubber bed sheet and now wet in bed about once a month I find this to be very naughty and enjoyable I have tried all sorts of omo even tried nappies and plastic panties and touched on ABDL clothing including satin panties and plastic skirts and I still like wetting in my satin panties and skirt while potting plants in my back yard or just relaxing in my back yard/patio I have nearly been caught out by family members calling around but in the main I have total freedom and that feels so good , I
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  33. This is just not accurate. Creatine doesn't have unique fattening qualities, and it's not high-calorie. Drinking 5g here and there is not going to "turn directly to fat."
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  34. i have a very random poop schedule, haha. i go usually about three or four times a week, sometimes more. i usually typically go mid-day, unless i’ve had coffee, literally ANY starbucks drink, or something spicy, then i’ll typically go after 30 minutes or so afterwards.
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  35. I'm really happy to hear about all the excitement for this comic - I'm just as excited as you guys to see how it ends up looking upon completion. I reiterate that it is LONG - the grand final wetting doesn't even start to happen until after 20 or so pages, and of course there will be aftermath content to close it out so I'm predicting a 35-40 page count. Also I was debating just showing the motion and spreading of urine over multiple panels, but I figure this is my one and only chance to do something spectacular with this story; so instead it will include a GIF page full of animations showing her loss of control. Stephanie and her bladder are gonna go out with a bang everyone!
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  36. 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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  37. Here are the girls! Goddamn I hate drawing hands. They might all have to wear mittens next time >.< Anything like people expected? Beth was the hardest to visualise.
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  38. I've published this somewhere before, so maybe its the story you remembered. Do let me know if so. --- An omorashi app? In a flashy executive office on the top floor of a drug company HQ in Switzerland a scientist has just sat down opposite his boss. "We have a major problem with the new drug intended to treat kidney failure. During clinical trials it's just not doing what we expected." His boss looked askance so the scientist continued "instead of treating the condition it's causing interference with the hospital and clinic computers. We have no idea how, its scientifically implausible." "Is it rectifiable?" "Well that's the thing, it may have value as is. Have you heard of the 'watersports' sexual fetish?" The senior exec went red and nodded. "We think it could have huge potential, and we all know there's money to be made from internet porn." The exec recovered his composure. "What does it do to the computers?" "It displays on the nearest screen - mobile or PC - the state of the patient's bladder. How full it is basically. Our research says omorashi fans would pay for an app that does that. We want your ethical and budget approval to try to commercialize an app that mimics this behaviour. Please." It was obvious the exec was interested. He might even have wanted to use it himself. He cleared his throat. "Can I see it?" "Yes of course, if you'll bear with me...?" The scientist lent out the door of the office, and two of his team walked in. "Melodie here has drunk nothing all morning. Stand next to Mr Evecom's computer would you." Evecom saw his PC screen flicker then a tiny icon appeared in the top right, showing the name Melodie and a chart, reminiscent of a car fuel gauge, reading 20%. "Now, Eva has drunk quite a lot." The girl shuffled her feet and explained "2 litres of water, Bob" then she turned towards Evecom "Mr Evecom. All in the name of science, and I can't maintain my composure forever." The exec went red again, seeing her fidgeting. "Come and show me," he commanded. When she stood next to his PC another icon appeared, reading Eva - 88%. "Very good. And thank you for bringing this to my attention. I want a budget for commercialization and market research before making a decision. We'd need to roll it into a separate entity to avoid damaging our brand, and probably can't host a porn company in Switzerland. What do you need to help write a business plan?" Formalities out of the way, the exec had one more question. "So what happens when the gauge reaches 100%?" The three scientists looked at other. "Er, I've been leading the trials Mr Evecom and we haven't asked anyone to go, um, that far?" Eva's voice rose out of embarrassment or desperation, or both. Evecom couldn't tell. "Well don't you think you should, to see how accurate this thing is?" "Yes of course we must. Um, I'll experiment further tonight." Eva looked worried about her decision but could hardly refuse the boss. He equally seemed disappointed. In fact he wanted her to experiment right now, but didn't know how to ask. "So what exactly is this showing me?" He asked to prolong her agony, gesturing at the gauges. Melodie helped her out "It shows precisely how full our bladders are, Mr Evecom. You can see mine's not changing much because I'm dehydrated but, well you can see how Eva feels." Her gauge now showed 93%. "I'm impressed you're so...composed" comment the exec, eyeing Eva. "I've been practicing since Bob asked me to do this sir." ------------------------- Four weeks later and the clinical trials team had learnt more than they wanted to know about business planning and each other's bladders. That night Eva had made herself drive straight home after the meeting, with her mobile phone on her dashboard. When the gauge hit 100% she'd been completely unable to sit still or drive safely, and started leaking heavily into her panties not long after. Fortunately she was near home and experimentally measured her pee - just over a litre when the app showed 94% due to the leaks. She'd told Bob the next morning, who immediately saw the potential for medical science if they could get the app to show capacity on a gauge as well as fullness. In parallel to the business planning they'd also continued the science, and rapidly isolated the chemical process that led to the phenomenon, allowing a talented software developer to replicate it in code. The plan was to launch a cross platform app aimed at urologists, fetishists and the general public up for a laugh. What they didn't tell the public was the detailed data submission back to their HQ. Anyone with access to that data had a gold mine of desperation to read. Ever wondered which women like to hold to the last minute, and which are wimps who pee too often? Want a woman with a 2 litre bladder? Well, dear reader, we have access to that data. The stories behind it too. ------------------------- After the app was launched for all major mobile platforms it went viral worldwide very quickly, with hundreds of thousands of people using it to track their peeing habits and work out when not to go because they weren't in fact full though they felt like they normally would. Every wee for every user was being secretly logged by the drugs company, creating a useful archive of bladder-related data. With some potential for data protection breaches too. The first noticeable trend in the data was that women's bladders are largest in Scandinavian countries averaging about 1 litre, but in western countries the typical younger woman always leaves it longer before emptying on a Friday and Saturday evening - normally in the 20 to 40 age range they void at only 40% of capacity but on those weekend nights they seemed to leave it to 75%+. Quickly a campaign was created on popular social media sites for an enhancement to the app so that other people in the vicinity could analyse each other’s fullness and so that the user's phone gave off an alarm if they peed before reaching a configurable threshold. A new game was created amongst friendship groups almost like playing chicken - who dared set their threshold higher than anyone else, thus forcing themselves to wait longer after they felt their bladder filling. One such person was Eva, who'd come to enjoy the challenge of reaching 99% before going to pee and so was delighted with the new feature. Her friends were mostly intelligent scientists working for the same firm, so they could play at work as well as socially. One of Eva's colleagues, already into the fetish, had suggested setting the threshold for the alarm above 100%, and demonstrated that hers was already set to 105%. She said she'd routinely have to sit in detailed meetings out of her mind with desperation but with the app showing only 100% so that she had to try to sit still with decorum. Eva had taken that as a challenge and gradually increased her own alarm from 85% to 99%, at which point she chickened out. Until one day when the colleague happened to pass her in the corridor on her way to the ladies. The colleague used the app to ascertain that Eva was only 99% full and teased her. Eva had responded by only pretending to pee, and fought awful spasms during the working afternoon but succeeded in taking her gauge to 103% of capacity without leaking. Medically she knew this meant her sphincter had strengthened from all the practice. She made an internal call to her colleague, suggesting they meet in the staff canteen in 5 minutes. She was sitting at a table rocking, well outright fidgeting really, with her mobile on the table in front of her showing 104% when her friend arrived. "Wow very good, is that your record?" Eva nodded, one hand between her legs. "Mine is 120%, but I'm training myself to get even better. I want to be top of the world league table the company is maintaining. I'll never have the biggest capacity, but at least I can hold to greater levels of personal desperation than anyone else." Eva raised her eyebrows, struggling to talk. She tapped her phone to show her colleague's gauge as well. "You're at 117% now!" she gasped. "But you look normal, you're not fidgeting!" "It's easy, I've got a special beta release of the app I asked the developers to knock up which gives an alarm if anyone might be able to tell I need to go without using their app, so I'm forced to hold discreetly and never to ask for a toilet. Coping with extreme fullness came to me quite quickly after sitting in a meeting with my bank about my new mortgage and just re-crossing my legs every few minutes set it off repeatedly." "I'm out of my mind now at 104%, you must be amazing. How often do you pee these days?" "Well you know it depends on liquid intake and hydration but about once every 21 hours now. I must get back to work, I have a date tonight so want to leave on time." "Will you put up with the alarm and pee before the date then?" asked Eva. "Oh no, haven't you got the add on free app from the market? You can set it to tell you when you're full enough to guarantee orgasms during sex. There's loads of great ideas out there Eva, do more research love." Her colleague stood, and walked normally to the door, then winked back at Eva and left. Eva pondered sex with a full bladder? She'd never heard of that, but perhaps she'd have to try it with her husband that night. But right now, she was going to empty herself. ------------------------- Another phenomenon as a result of the wave of interest in desperation that was sweeping the world was pubs and bars that started to create drinks promotions and games related to every customer's gauge. One club offered free entry to anyone arriving empty - figuring that they'd be likely to buy more drinks that way. This resulted in long lines of people peeing on the road outside the club to make sure they were below the 2% figure the club had set, and in turn that meant a huge number of voyeuristic teenage boys standing on the other side of the road to watch! Pubs tended to work the other way round, encouraging customers to get as full as possible in variations on the 'bladder buster' promotions of yesteryear. One example was "all drinks free until the first person reaches 100%" but others were more adventurous, locking the toilets until "everyone is over 90% full" so the people with the smallest bladders frequently wet themselves while desperately encouraging those with large bladders to drink more, giving the pub extra revenue. Others offered games targeted at friendship groups, such as 'first to 100% buys the drinks all night'. Authors started to write "How to" books for bar managers suggesting novel games related to people's bladders. ------------------------- Urologists started getting patients, and control groups, to provide accurate data on their peeing. Unknown to them, the drug company's subsidiary was collecting vast amounts more data. Some of their findings were: • the smallest female bladder had a capacity of just 89ml - the company sold her data to a company specialising in bladder training and adult nappies • the largest female bladder had a capacity of 3,102ml at 100% and the lady concerned sometimes held to 189%, 5,863ml - the company sold her data to a specialist porn company • the average woman using the app improved her capacity by 400ml as a result of training herself not to go when she first felt the need - the company used this outcome in its advertising and got yet more people signed up to use it • the average Scandinavian woman set the alarm to let her pee at 80% full whereas the average lazy American and British woman set it at only 30%, effectively rendering it worthless - the company overnight issued an update to the app altering the alarm for all such users it deemed lazy up to 95%, initially causing a lot of noise in ladies toilets but gradually encouraging improvement by the women • users who ticked the box in the apps settings to say they were fetishists also tended to give control of the alarm to their partners, and those who were single were offered a setting to let a random stranger control it • there was a big divide in age groups - younger users were generally lazy and expected comfort, older users were more willing to suffer discomfort, but the use of the app embarrassed the youngsters to make an effort and improve - the knock on effect was that school, college and university results started to improve as young people realised they had to make an effort for themselves in all walks of life. The most striking outcome was that fidgeting became an accepted part of everyday life. Even newsreaders, weather presenters and politicians were seen fidgeting, in some cases holding their phones up to the cameras to show why they were. One sports reporter for a popular worldwide TV channel asked her producer to show her gauge on screen whenever she was on camera, and it became cult viewing. She had to start apologising to viewers at the start of shows if they responded angrily on social networks to complain that she wasn't full enough for their liking. It was considered cool to use the app, and cooler still to have a larger bladder. Fights even broke out amongst men when people who considered themselves manly turned out to have smaller bladders than the geeks or wimps who they despised. ------------------------- Eva did try full bladder sex. She'd asked Bob's advice and he'd shrugged his shoulders and suggested the world had gone mad. He tormented himself worrying about the societal impacts of what they had created. But she wasn't deterred, more and easier orgasms sounded good. When Eva got home the night after discussing it with her colleagues, she'd told her husband who immediately downloaded the add-on app for her. Based on her stored history it suggested she needed to be above 87% full, which with the training she'd been doing meant holding 1,218ml in her bladder. It also suggested that all women trying it for the first time should be mildly drunk, to avoid the natural suspicion and just give in to the feelings, so she'd drunk a few pints of beer with her husband. They couldn't keep their hands off each other in the excitement of trying something new, and foreplay proper began when she was only around 80% full, but fidgeting. Her husband had to restrain himself until she reached 87%, and then they had mind-blowing sex. The best either of them had ever experienced. He was very proud of his prowess making her cum so often, and she was in heaven. The sex lasted so long that she reached a new personal record of 131% full before her husband came. Her wild fidgeting while he penetrated her towards the end helped them both, and her bulging bladder afterwards was so exciting to look at that they uploaded a photo to their favourite social network. She also somehow held on until they made love again, and she reached another new record of 137% before wetting herself uncontrollably during her seventeenth orgasm of the day. ------------------------- For those who are interested, there is an app in the real Android market/Google Play, called Toilet Tracker, which logs your daily peeing. Give it a go, and share your results in a comment on here. And please, if you have any ideas how to write a part 2 to this story, or any scenarios you'd like to see played out, write them up as a comment too. Happy imagining!
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  39. Another idea is to padlock your jeans then post the key to yourself!
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  40. From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    She knew she'd held it too long - too busy studying to get up and use the toilet - and that was about to bite back. Charlie bolted up the stairs, handrail in one hand and herself in the other, leaping two steps at a time. There was no time to lose before she, well, lost. Her bladder felt like fire as she slammed into the door, knocking hard enough to shoot a warm spurt into her underwear. Hot shame clinging to her body, Charlie clasps the door handle, twists and pushes - but the door doesn't budge. "Hey! I'm in here!" The voice of her room-mate comes from inside - Charlies heart sinks through her stomach pressing harder on her bladder. Sure the saying is figurative, but the pressure is very real. "H-how long will you be!" Charlie shouts, pressing her face into the door and bending over double, feeling herself beginning to leak. A warmth blossoms over her nethers, slowly spreading over her groin and toward her backside. With a prolonged moan and a lot of effort, she manages to stop the leak. She can feel a damp patch in her jeans, roughly the size of her palms. The thud of a drip hitting the ground makes her blush red in shame. "Calm down would you?" Comes the voice from inside. "I'm just about done." "NNaaaaaaahh!" Charlie shouts back. She's not quite sure what she meant by this. The door opens suddenly and Charlie falls through, headbutting her room-mate in the tits. "Hey, be careful would you?" Her room mate says, barely having time to respond as Charlie pushes her out the way. She's too stunned to realise the wet hand-prints Charlie's left on her shoulder. "GottaPeeGottaPeeGottaPee - Get out!" Charlie shouts, hopping on the spot. She's losing control again as warmth begins to spread over her groin once more. Her Room-mate notices the damp patch growing underneath Charlie's hand and decides not to question her. She backs out the doorway. With the pressure from her bladder mounting and mounting - growing and growing - Charlie is too pre-occupied with her hands to shut the door with them. She spins on the spot and slaps it shut with her backside, splattering a few drops onto the tiled floor as she does. Now what? Pants. Down. Charlie tries to unbuckle her fly, but the second she takes her hand from between her legs she realises her mistake. The warm trickle begins to pulsate in stronger bursts, one hot spurt after the other, not even stopping as she holds them back. She can feel streams running down her thighs under the denim - down her calves even, soaking into the tops of her socks. Far too frantic and far too leaky to undo her fly, Charlie makes one last attempt to get her jeans down - she clasps them by the waistband and pulls - but the exerted effort is too much - the rhythmic spurts end and make way for a steady stream, pouring straight through her underwear. Sweating and panting, Charlie pulls harder and harder at her waistband - but each pull is met with nought more than a harder spurt - by now the wet stain down the front of her legs is halfway down her thighs. The pressure is growing more and more. The hits of relief from every spurt are growing too strong to ignore. The warmth down her legs is almost bliss in comparison to the hot pain welled up inside her. One last attempt to pull the jeans down causes her to slip ever so slightly. Charlie slaps one hand against the door to keep balance - but the distraction is too much. Charlie's no longer in control. Heat bursts down Charlie's thighs as any resistance she had left in her is lost - her bladder has won, it's prize is a powerful wave of relief. Charlie's bladder practically sprays its contents into her underwear with a hiss, echoing around the small room, inter-cut with splashes as fresh pee hits the tiled floor. Her head is pushed back against the door and her eyes clamped shut as she moans in relief - the once unwavering pain of her bladder has gone - now Charlie only feels intense relief, as well as the warmth now coating her legs. Her thighs are soaked. Her calves are soaked. Her feet are soaked. As the flood begins to falter, Charlie begins to realise just what's happened, pee still pouring from the soaked denim, pooling by her feet and running between the tiles toward the....toilet. The toilet in front of her, barely three-feet away. She was so close, and yet...
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  41. Lula: "Why would you do this to me" Rosie: "Because I can't let my favourite person go on her first date and not know what happens" Lula: "It's not a date" Rosie: "You're literally going out with an older boy to see a film. Bitch it's a date" Rosie: "Is he paying? He's paying isn't he?" Lula: "Yes" Rosie: "DATE BITCH" Lula: "Hate you" Rosie: "xxx" Rosie had previously given Lula some advice that always worked for her in the cinema. 'Wear black'. Since Rosie revealed her condition... problem? Lula still didn't know what to call it. She wanted to believe it wasn't a fetish, like hers, and that Rosie was completely innocent to the kinky side of it all but she wasn't sure. She almost didn't want to know. Rosie admitted to previously leaking in the cinema and said that wearing black jeans or shorts or leggings or whatever was the best way to hide it. She also admitted to leaking quite a lot the last time they both went to see a film with Beth and Charlotte. Of course no one noticed at the time. Lula was oblivious to it all back then. Rosie was so good at hiding it. She's been living with it for longer though. Lula hated to think that though. She doesn't live with it. She doesn't have what Rosie has. She didn't think it was fair to compare why either of them wet. She still hadn't admitted to Rosie how often she had done it herself, or that she likes it. Lula had decided to follow Rosie's advice. She had ABSOLUTELY no intention of doing anything pee related. She was going to see a film with Tom. She couldn't. She just couldn't. She had put on her tight black jeans and a thick, long sleeve, dark blue jumper. The jumper had white stripes around the cuffs and elasticated waist. Initially she'd had no interest in seeing the new Joker film. No spoilers don't worry. It was Tom's suggestion though. Lula thought the bonus was the film had been out for a while. The screen wouldn't be that busy. She had no idea if she'd enjoy the film but she wanted to enjoy the few hours with Tom. They wouldn't be speaking which she thought was... good? She found she kept getting flustered when Tom tried to make conversation, even over messenger, so she hoped spending time with him would help. Despite the fact she didn't Rosie in the same room, she felt a sense of comfort knowing her best friend would be nearby. Lula: "Can you do me a favour then?" Rosie: "You already owe me sooo much money for favours so sure" Lula: "If it's too awkward can we go?" Rosie: "Why do you think I'm going?" Lula: "You don't need to always look out for me you know?" Rosie: "Yet you ask me to look out for you" Lula: "Yes. This time" Rosie: "How about if you get up and leave I will too. You could just tell him you're going to the toilet?" Lula: "That could work. I don't want to bail on him but I don't know" Rosie: "You won't I know it. But if you walk out I will too" Lula: "Thanks" Lula's Mum picked up Rosie on the way and dropped them both off at the cinema. The girls agreed they'd get a taxi home from the nearby taxi rank. The film finished late and they didn't want to annoy their parents. Lula's Mum agreed since the girls would be travelling back to Rosie's together. The girls had planned last minute that Lula would sleepover. They thought it would give them the chance to speak about what happened with Tom. Lula was thankful for the support. The cinema wasn't too busy. Lula felt the flush of warmth fill her face as she walked through the automatic doors. The windows to the building had teamed from the difference in temperature outdoors. Lula took a loud and deep sniff to inhale the aroma of popcorn. She hadn't been to see a film for a while. Rosie walked off to go and buy her ticket. Lula started to follow... Jesus Christ. Lula stopped on the spot as she saw Tom push himself from the wall he was leaning against and walk towards her waving. He also had on jeans but Lula was fixed on his upper body. He had on a snug light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. It was tighter than his school shirt. Lula could make out the difference between a slight crease in the shirt to the bumps of his biceps. His top two buttons were undone and he was carrying a folded jacket on his right forearm. His brown shoes went well with the blue shirt. Fuck. I mad no effort. Damn. Tom reached Lula and bent down slightly and started to raise his elbows. She could see he was going in for a hug. They'd only hugged once and that was when she left him at 'The Corner' after the party. Lula accepted the hug. She felt his arms squeeze her slightly. She could feel the thickness of her jumper take the strength of his arms. His skin was warm. She Lula closed her eyes as his head rested on her left shoulder. The smell of popcorn was taken over by whatever aftershave Tom was wearing. For a moment Lula felt it was just the two of them. She felt safe and secure. Lula slowly opened her eyes and saw Rosie at the till buying her ticket and drink. They eyes locked. Rosie started to make a forwards and backwards motion towards her mouth with a curled hand. Every time her hand reached her mouth she pushed her tongue into her cheek. Lula scoffed and loosened her grip round Tom's waist. "Thank you for coming" said Tom. "Thank you for inviting me?" Lula didn't know how to respond. Tom laughed. "I've got out tickets. I didn't know your friend was coming?" he said with a hint of confusion. "I'm staying at hers tonight and she wanted to see it too. Is that okay? Sorry?" "It's okay" Lula couldn't tell if he really thought it was okay or not. He didn't have a choice but still. Tom had chosen decent seats. They were just forward of being in the centre but sat in the middle of the row. The screen in front engulfed Lula's vision. Rosie walked in after they'd sat down. She was a few rows back just behind the middle. Lula kept shifting in her seat. She didn't know how to sit? She knew that was weird. Like, both legs down? One tucked under the other leg? One over the other? She settled for left under right as her right calf hanging from the seat. Tom was sat on her left. She felt a bit disappointed he hadn't bought any food. No. How dare I? He bought the tickets. I shouldn't expect him to buy food. Don't be ungrateful. "Have you see the trailer for this? "Only after you said we should see it" "Do you want to be here?" he asked cautiously. "Yeah yeah I do" Don't ruin it! "Okay. You look... cute? by the way" he attempted to compliment her. "Was that a question?" Lula asked nervously. "No. You do. You do. Sorry" "It's okay. You do too" You do too? Stupid thing to say. Boys don't admit to looking cute. Tom chuckled under his breath as he wiggled in his seat. He pulled a few times at his shirt. The waft of the fabric sent another wave of his aftershave fill Lula's nose. Ugghhhhhhmmmmm. Lula made a weird, low rumbling sound in her throat as she thought that. What the fuck sound was that? She gently coughed and touched her neck. As the trailers finished and the lights went dim, Lula felt a slightest of nudges against her left elbow. Tom had re-positioned his own so he was leaning slightly to his right. Closer to Lula. She didn't know if it was intentional but his arm was now slightly over her side of the arm rest. Was he trying to get closer? Did he want to be closer? Lula pretended not to notice. Probably just over an hour and a half in Lula was committed. The film was so much better than she'd ever expected. The plot. The characters. The portrayal. The morality. The origins. Lula hadn't realised Tom peeking over at her a few times. He would smile whenever he did. Lula was curled up in the seat fully engrossed in the film. He liked how she tucked her hands into the cuffs of her jumper. He liked how the jumper was slightly too big for her. He kept pretending to adjust his position so he could edge his elbow closer and closer to her. He wanted to to react; to do something? His goal was for her to lean in and just rest her head against his arm. He half wanted to attempt 'the move' but knew there was no chance of getting away with that. He was also aware Lula's best friend was sat behind them. He knew he was being judged. He wasn't stupid, He knew she was going to her friend's house that night to talk about him. Tom was eager to leave the best impression possible. He could help himself from looking though. Curled up in the chair next to him. So close. Her dark brown hair and eyes lighting up when the screen flashed. It's her eyes he saw first when she joined the group dressed as Wednesday Addams. At the party, her costume almost showed off her petite but curved figure. Today she was bundled up in this oversized jumper and just cute. He wanted to be closer and to just have her near. Slow and steady though. The credits began to roll and the lights slowly became brighter. Tom stretched. "Like it?" he asked. He already knew the answer. "That was really good" Lula had almost forgotten she was with Tom. She had definitely forgotten Rosie was sat behind her. That whole experience took her away. "Good. Come on" Tom stood up and put out his hand. Lula, curled up in the chair, looked up at him. She lifted her right hand into his. His hand was warm. It was dry but soft. He tightened his grip and lifted slightly. Lula felt her hand lift slightly as she stood up herself. She had her pare hand tightly grasping her backpack to take to Rosie's. He smiled. She blushed. He stood back against the seats in front to allow her to pass and leave first. As Lula shifted past him she felt his left arm brush against the back of her shoulders as she saw hid body move behind her. Is he... protecting me? No. From what? Hmm. Lula shivered slightly as she felt his touch against her back. As she walked to the end of the row she saw Rosie plod down each step. She smiled as she walked past and left in front of them. She didn't say anything? Weird. Back in the entrance to the cinema Rosie was nowhere to be found. Lula stood there awkwardly on her own as Tom made his way in from the men's toilets. "Where's your friend?" he asked. "I don't know. Toilet maybe" "Oh okay. I'll wait if you want" "Up to you" Lula was feeling more flustered than ever. She in that moment had admitted she did like him. Her feelings were right. Spending time with him had worked. She felt like a littler nervous baby and she knew the awkwardness was showing. Rosie opened the door to the ladies toilets. She peered out to the main area. There was no one coming from any of the screens. Good. She hopped out onto the carpeted floor and towards the wall just in front. As she began to walk parallel to the wall towards the main door she halted and inhaled sharply. She stayed out of the way. Out of sight. As she felt her body bob up and down slightly she raised her hands to her mouth. Not more than fifteen meters in front she saw Lula and Tom by the front door with their arms around each other. Her best friend was mostly out of view as Tom's back was facing Rosie. His head was titled to the right as the upper half of his body was leaning forwards and down slightly. Were they? After a few seconds Tom stood up straight. They had a small exchange of words and he seemed to awkwardly step out of the building. Rosie saw Lula just stand there. Her face was flushed and bright red. She had an innocent smile on her face which Rosie had rarely ever seen before. She left it a few moments to see what her friend would do. Lula was taking a few deep breaths and looking around but at nothing in particular. Her face was still flushed. Rosie could see her pull her hands back into her sleeves and with her right cuff she wiped her mouth slightly. Rosie knew this was her moment to go. She could feel a huge grin on her own face. Her cheeks were starting to hurt from her own smile. Rosie made her way forwards. Lula could feel her face swell with warmth. She had finally regained a normal breathing pattern after a few deep breaths. It felt like her stomach was doing backflips. She felt weak at the knees as her muscles felt like jelly. Tom's aftershave still tickled in her nostrils. The smoothness of his lips had been slick and plump. Her own lips tickled with pins and needles. All Lula felt she could do was giggle quietly to herself. In that moment she saw Rosie making her way towards her with a stupid big grin on her face. "Oh. My. God" Rosie exclaimed giving jazz hands before hugging Lula. All Lula could do was giggle. Lula had no idea how to explain what had just happened. She was full of excitement and fizz. She attempted to avoid the questions Rosie was throwing at her. After a while Rosie gave up digging for information; until later that night. "Told you you'd stay" "It was so good" "I even brought a drink in case you actually left" "Sorry?" "You should be" "Why?" "Look" Lula's buzz and mood was suddenly diverted as Rosie, who as walking on Lula's right hand side, stopped and twisted her body so her backside was facing Lula. "What?" "Can't you see?" "See what?" "That's why you wear black" Rosie said cheerfully. Lula realised what she meant. "Did you?! Were you waiting for me to..? I'm so sorry" "Don't you dare be sorry. Not the first time it's happened. And well, you got what you came for" "No I'm sorry. Did you actually? In the...? No way" "I did look" Rosie took a quick look around and twisted her body again when she knew no other people would see. Lula could still see nothing. "Urgghh" Rosie grabbed Lula's hand and pulled her towards her. Rosie took a few steps back towards a lamp post. As they stood under the light Lula could see a slight difference in the shade of black of her jeans. She did. Damn. Rosie kept pulling at Lula's hand though. What's she...? Rosie pulled Lula's hand right onto her jeans and put the palm of Lula's hand on her butt cheek .Rosie squeezed Lula's hand so her fingers pressed against her ass. Lula felt the dampness in the denim before pulling her arm back. "Ewww what the..." "Told you" Rosie smirked, "But can we get that taxi now, I need to go again" Lula wiped her hand over Rosie's jacket, which luckily covered her backside. "Don't ever do that again" demanded Lula. That was the first time she'd ever felt somebody else's body wet from pee. The wet patch wasn't that warm so she'd obviously gone at least an hour ago. She must have gone to the toilet to try and dry her jeans. Lula had no idea if Rosie felt the same way about pee or even knew about omorashi but she was feeling a rush of so many emotions and feelings. Within moments she'd gone from tingly and bubbly about Tom to curious and naughty about Rosie's wetting. Goddamn I want some time to myself. "You went in the seat?" Lula asked, curious. "Yeah" "Why didn't you just go..." "I was looking out for you" "Don't blame me" "Your fault" "No... did you... did you want to?" "What? Rosie questioned. "Did you want to?" Rosie was feeling confident enough to ask. "I've learned when I can get away with it" Rosie admitted. That was not the answer Lula had expected. "Did you want to?" Lula persisted. "I never want to" "I don't get how you just get away with it" "Jealous?" "What.. y.. NO" Lula snapped. "Well you just sat there for the same amount of time I did. Don't you need to go?" "I'm waiting until we get to yours" "So you need to go?" "...yes" Lula admitted. Admitting it made her realise it had been a good four hours before she'd last peed. Since then, she'd had her first proper kiss and felt a wave of emotions. As well as just the natural requirement to pee she knew she could hold on though. "Well you took my advice and wore black so why didn't you?" Rosie joked. "What? I wasn't going to" "So you admit you wanted to?" "What no!" Lula was feeling like Rosie was prodding for the answer she wanted. "Well why don't you? No one will know. Look at me. Know one knows" she danced around in a circle as she finished her sentence, seeming carefree. She was right though, no one, other than Lula, knew that Rosie was walking around town in wet jeans. Lula considered how lucky Rosie was for wearing the coat that went down to her knees. Had she worn that out on purpose? No. Lula still denied thinking that Rosie did it all on purpose. But she had said she knew how to get away with it? "Stop" Lula shyly requested. "Fine then. Go in there?" Rosie offered, pointing at McDonald's. As always on a Friday evening it was quite busy. "Ew no" Rosie had a disgusted look on her face. Se could feel her bladder bulge in her abdomen though with each step. The cold wasn't helping either. She could feel the bitter wind in the friction of the denim against her legs. "No taxis" Rosie said, nodding towards the taxi rank. "It's Friday" Lula responded. "Damn" As the girls waited, Lula could see Rosie cross her legs whilst she had her hands in the pocket of her coat. Only because she was looking, Lula could make out that Rosie had her hands clamped into her crotch under her coat. The cold was starting to nip at Lula's earlobes. She stood there with her arms folded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The thought of doing what Rosie suggested was thrilling. Just go. She has. No one knows. You're wearing black. No one will see. I don't have a long coat though. I can't hide it. It'll be fresh, I'll leave a puddle. Don't be stupid. You're in public. Don't risk it. You can't. People are around. She has it hidden. Damn I want to. I need to go. Uhhhh. A taxi eventually showed up and pulled into the inlet. The girls clambered in and closed the sliding door. Rosie stated her address and thanked the driver. The car began to set off. "Lule's I can't" Rosie whispered. "What?" asked Lula, he hands in her own crotch. "I can't wait" "You have to" Rosie opened her legs slightly. Lula could see a much less evident darker patch on the inside of her legs. The biggest wet patch would have been on her backside if she had wet sitting down before. Lula wanted to avoid thinking about it too much. She was still feeling a rush from being with Tom but was now fighting her desperation. She looked left out of the taxi window. She wiped the condensation with her left sleeve. The freezing cold water absorbed through her jumper and she felt it cling to her wrist. A few seconds had passed of Lula watching the world go by before she felt Rosie's hand bump her twice. Lula looked around to her right to see Rose looking at her with her mouth wide open. Nothing was happening. The two sat in silence as the Radio 1 played in the background. Rosie looked down. Lula looked down too. Rosie's crotch was glistening with a layer of pee. The inside of her legs became pitch black with a slight glare from the dim light in the back of the taxi. Rosie gasped. Lula couldn't believe what she was seeing. She finally began to feel her vagina throb. Rosie's shocked appearance faded as she continued to wet the taxi seat. She relaxed her shoulders and placed her hands on her knees, watching it happen. When it died down she shifted in the seat and lifted her backside slightly before sitting back down on the soggy fabric of the seat. Lula was still transfixed on Rosie. She couldn't believe it. "Must have been that drink eh?" suggested Rosie. Lula was still dumbfounded. She was wincing under her own desperation. "You?" Rosie whispered. Lula raised her eyebrows. "No" she whispered loudly back. "Why not? I did?" "No!" Lula shook her head violently this time. Closing her eyes. "You need to..." Rosie kept bugging. Lula kept shaking her head. She let out the smallest of leaks. She tightened her hold. I could. I really really could. Rosie doesn't care. She's telling me too. She has. Twice. She's just done it here too. But the driver might see. No. He's not paying attention to us. I could... NO! I need to... Ohhhhhhh. Lula turned to look at Rosie with a worried look on her face. Rosie raised her eyebrows and nodded. "You have spare clothes in the bag right?" Rosie suggested again. Lula nodded. She clenched her whole body and leaned into herself as much as the seat belt would allow. Lula snapped back and stared at Rosie again. Tears welled in her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks. The flood felt phenomenal. With Lula's stored emotions from the last hour she let out an audible moan as her dam broke and she felt her crotch and backside pool with pee. Despite the radio, she felt that the sound of the stream and pooling pee was louder. She leaned her head back with he palms of her hands flat down on the seat either side of her. Lula could feel extra weight on her crotch as the denim became wet. The slight vibrations of the car moving over the road was not helping as she felt her crotch and abdomen surge with sensation. As well as her increasing heartbeat she felt like her vagina had a beat of its own. As she stopped the car went over a pothole, forcing her whole body upwards then thumping back down on the wet cushioned seat. Shit shit shit shit shit shit. "Better?"Rosie asked. Shit Rosie's there. Oh no. Oh fuck. Lula didn't know how to react so just nodded with her head still leaning backwards. The girls sat in awkward silence until the taxi got to Rosie's house. They paid half the fee each and frantically got out of the car to let it drive away. The driver hadn't noticed the wet seats. Lula kept shifting her body around stood outside of Rosie's house. She had nothing to hide the wet patch on her ass. She was well aware anyone could see her in this state. She turned to face the street so her backside was facing Rosie's house. "It's okay, come on" Rosie lead Lula round the back of the house. She lead Lula indoors and up to her bedroom where she closed the door. They stood there looking at each other. Rosie was stood almost confidently while Lula was fiddling with the inside of her sleeves.
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  42. She actually has additionally content in ManyVids, including the precursor to this video. It was apparently a custom, with multiple stages in it. I’ll try to find the link and post it! Edit: Had to do some searching but I found it! Her name is Brianna_XO. She created this video awhile back, but just recently created a ManyVids page, and posted the video, along with others. Enjoy! https://www.manyvids.com/Video/1113674/Pee-Desperation-&amp;-Peeing-Aged-19/
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  43. Tom: "See you later then?" Lula: "Maybe" Tom: "I'll wait x" Lula was ready for the day. Se had built herself up all night and was prepared for any and all piss taking. She was ready for a day of pointing, laughing, name calling, and bullying. She was ready for Charlotte getting other people against her. Today would determine how things would be at least until Christmas. She knew she had Rosie to support her. Was that enough? She'd got some nice comments before the post had been taken down but she knew she was going into the unknown. She wanted to leave no opportunity for further comments to be made. She had on black knickers, just in case, and her thickest black tights. She peed before leaving the house. She remembered thinking to herself Huh. Peeing like a normal person. As usual her Mum dropped her off outside the school on the way to work. Her Mum had attempted a pep talk but had been awkwardly avoiding Lula since telling Charlotte's Mum what had happened after the party. She felt guilty. She felt responsible for her daughter's abuse and tried to make amends by being overly nice. Lula recognised this and appreciated her Mum's attempts but tried not to mention or notice the overly nice behaviour. Lula waved her Mum away and tried to confidently walk through the school gates. She was nervous but she was ready. "How's my favourite person?" Lula turned to see Rosie playfully hop towards her from behind a few small Year 7's. Rosie put her hands on Lula's shoulders. "You okay?" "Yeah. I'm ready" "Ready to pay me for my therapeutic support?" Lula tilted her head and smirked. Rosie smirked back. "Thank you" Lula's voice broke slightly as she tried not to shed a tear. Rosie gripped at Lula's shoulders then let go. "I've been listening since I got here. I think you'll find people are not talking about you. EVEN Lottie's slutty friends" "Oh so you're an investigator now?" "Another service you should start paying me for" The two girls started to walk down through the school grounds. The main route through the school was a dark grey brick style pavement. The entrance where they met was open and the pavement was enclosed by a wood chipping border on the inside of the fence. Waist high bushes dotted the wood chippings. On the right of the entrance was a large, smart looking sign showing the school's name. The name of the school was always lit by multicoloured lights which were installed last year in support of equality. The girls walked underneath the corridor that linked the maths and English blocks. Rosie grasped one of the dark blue pillars holding up the corridor and spun gracefully spun around. Lula stopped and stared. "You're in a good mood?" she questioned. "Because there's nothing to worry about" Rosie smiled back. Lula was starting to realise what was going on. Rosie was literally acting carefree to support her friend. She really was a lovely person. Lula didn't want to act like she'd noticed though. She really did appreciate it though. Past the pillars was an open square with another bed of bushes in the middle. Benches surrounded the centrepiece. "Lula!" That was Beth's voice. Shit. Here we go. Beth ran round some students and hugged Lula. That was expected. "I'm SO sorry. I was just going along... I didn't realise what she'd... I didn't... He was... Sorry" She sniffled over Lula's shoulder. "For real?" Lula asked with caution. This wasn't the first time Beth had tagged along with Charlotte's antics. "Seriously. I didn't message you all week because I felt bad for being a shitty person. Steve too.. I..." "Don't... It's okay" Lula but in. Beth squeezed Lula and let go. "I've got to get to form, see you later?" Beth said smiling and raising her eyebrows invitingly. She then walked off. Lula turned to face Rosie. She had a huge grin on her face. Lula squinted at her. "You. Worry. Too. Much" Rosie poked at Lula with each word. "I've got to go to form, see you later?" Rosie mocked Beth's voice and almost skipped away. Lula stood there overwhelmed. Her face flinched slightly as she tried to recall what had just happened. Had Rosie... sorted this out? Spoken to people? Helped defend her? Surely not? Hmmmm. Whilst sat in her form room Lula received no comments. No strange looks. No laughter. The tutor read the register and it was her form's day for assembly. Even walking into the school hall she received no strange looks and no points. She scanned the room trying to find at least one person looking at her maliciously. Nothing. Lula was confused. She hadn't prepared to be... ignored? Like nothing happened? She was filling with a weird form of relief. A relief that left her not having to worry about cleaning up. Strangely, that's the only comparison she could think of. Her first two lessons were uneventful. History followed by art. No comments followed by lack of name calling. Lula was feeling like Rosie was right. Maybe I do worry too much? Should I be less up tight? How can she be so bubbly? The two girls reunited at break time. Lula couldn't resist. "What have you done?" she asked straight up. "OKAY you got me. God. I'm sorry. YES it WAS me. I forgot about ONE book and the librarian puts up all those posters. I'm to blame. Sorry Lule's" Lula stood there in silence and blinked a few times. Rosie gave a cheeky grin after over-exaggerating her hand movements whilst speaking. "No... no I mean..." Lula started to shake her head. Rosie leaned in. "I told you. You worry too much" "But have you..." Rosie grabbed Lula's shoulders again. "Untense, girl" Rosie ordered. "What?" asked Lula looked left and right at Rosie's hands. "Relax for God's sake" Rosie's hands lowered slightly as Lula relaxed her shoulders. "Good" Rosie let go of Lula's shoulders and flicked at her chin. "Look up a bit" she ordered again. Lula lifted her head slightly and was now looking at the top of Rosie's head. "Deep breath, go" Lula took a deep breath. "Hold it" Lula held her breath. "And out" Rosie slapped at Lula's left shoulder. "Untense!" Lula relaxed again and lowered her eyebrows at Rosie's hand. "Good. Deep breath again" Lula complied. "Have you ever thought... that people actually like you because you're not a bitch?" Rosie asked. Lula didn't know how to respond. She suddenly felt more relaxed than before and couldn't quickly think of a response. "Because... you're not. And other people are. But you're not. Something happened. People found out. People don't care. Look" Rosie said, looking left and right herself. "People are doing their own thing. They like you, but don't care about you. What happened last week is old news. They don't care" Lula was looking around dumbfounded. "I have a problem. You had... have?" Rosie raised an eyebrow, "Had a problem" "I've accepted mine. I can live with it. Can you live with yours?" she asked. "I..." "I'll take that as a yes" Rosie smiled. "There is one person who does care though" Rosie claimed. "You?" Lula asked. "No I hate you" Rosie joked. "But Spider-Man hasn't taken his eyes off you since he got in the canteen queue" Lula felt flushed and spun around to look at the queue. Rosie was right. Even as Tom was buying his food he kept peeking over. They had arranged to meet at lunch time by the blue pillars so she hadn't prepared herself to see him sooner. Lula turned around to speak to Rosie. She was gone. Lula jumped slightly and frantically looked around. Rosie was about 20 steps away walking away from Lula. Rosie turned to face her and put up two middle fingers followed by a motion of putting her right pointer finger through a hole she made with her left hand. She turned with her tongue out and continued to walk away. "Hey" said a recognisable voice. Lula flipped her body round and thumped a small passing student with her bag. Lula let out a whimper. "Oh sorry" she apologised. The small boy's friends started laughing at him as they walked through the crowd. Lula was feeling flustered. "You okay?" Tom asked raising his eyebrows. "That kid..." Lula tried to avoid making eye contact. "Yeah. You hit him with your bag" "I..." "Totally meant it. He probably deserved it" Tom joked. Lula giggled. "I know like... we're not meant to be speaking yet" Tom started. Lula still tried to avoid eye contact. She was looking up at him bu glaring at his shirt instead and around his neck. She liked how his Adam's apple shifted as he spoke. She noticed his hair was groomed but styled slightly messy. Her head stopped around his nose so he wasn't much taller than she was. Despite it being cold and mid November he didn't have a jacket on. He was in the white school shirt and tie and sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. She finally looked up at his face, past his short stubble, straight nose, into his bold, brown eyes. "But since we're both here now... like... do you want to do something one day?" he finished nervously grasping at his newly purchased bacon roll. The bacon smells amazing. Does he smell amazing? What? No. Bacon. Mmm. "Huh.. I..." Lula nervously spluttered. "You can say no but I..." "Sure?" she responded shrugging her shoulders. "Yeah?!" "Yeah?" she winced. "Okay cool. Message me when you're free and we'll talk about it" Tom smiled and walked away. Slowly the hustle and bustle of the canteen came back into focus. The bubble they both were just in was disappearing. The sound of students started to return. What was that? He... I... One person in particular took Lula's attention. It was Rosie. Stood a few meters in front of her. She was putting her finger in and out of her O shaped hand again. Smiling. Nodding. "Where... how did you?" Lula started to question. "Good day so far eh?" Rosie asked jumping in front of Lula. The bell started to ring. "See. Yooouuuu. Later" Rosie smirked. How does she...? So happy. Lesson 3 was fine. Boring. Uneventful. Lesson 4... English. The lesson was in complete silence. They were doing an exam style question. Lula liked the silent lessons. It gave her a chance to just focus. As the occasional tap tap of other student's pens hit their papers, Lula kept peering over to Charlotte's desk. She had her head down. Charlotte hadn't spoken to Lula all day. She was almost avoiding her. Lula looked round to the left. She dropped her pen on the desk and leaned back in her chair. Rosie was sat staring at Lula donning a middle finger again. Lula started to giggle but forced out a cough instead. Rosie put on a big smirk then started to work again. All the students were stood behind their chairs as the bell rang for lunch. The teacher let them out a few at a time. As Lula scuffled her way past the tables and students in front of her she was side by side with Charlotte as they reached the door. They looked at each other. Charlotte didn't look angry, or sorry, or happy. She was wearing an almost saggy poker face with a glum gaze in her eyes. She broke eye contact with Lula and made her way out before her. Lula didn't have a plan for lunch anymore now she didn't need to meet with Tom. In an attempt to still prevent any issues Lula made her way to the toilet. As she sat in a cubicle she put her head in her hands to think about the day. No issued whatsoever. Rosie was really cheerful. Too cheerful? I mean she normally is but today she's more? Lula heard the tap of a shoe and a rustle in the cubicle next to her. She jumped slightly and tried to be silent. Nothing more awkward than knowing someone is using the toilet next to you in public. The distinct turning of a toilet roll filled the room. Almost frantically. There was a faint but constant rubbing sound then another rolling sound of toilet roll. Lula heard a sigh. She had finished herself and was now stuck with the dilemma of flushing and letting the other person know she had finished or just wait for the other person to go. Waiting was pointless. Lula stood, pulled up her underwear and tights, adjusted her skirt and flushed. "Any toilet roll please?" came a voice from next door. That's... "Rosie?" asked Lula. "Lule's" she said back. "Thank God it's you. Finished messing? Roll please" A hand came from underneath the wall making come here and grabbing motions. "I didn't..." Lula began. "Please?" Rosie requested. Lula passed a spare toilet roll which Rosie snapped up. "You okay?" Lula asked making her way out of the cubicle. "Yeah just... a massive shit you know?" Rosie joked. Lula was curious. She went to wash her hands slowly so she could leave with Rosie. Not long later she heard a flush and Rosie's door flung open. She almost strutted out. "What?" Rosie asked. "How do you do it?" "Well the handle... You twist the thing and it unlocks..." "Please, Rosie. You;re always happy" "No. I'm not" she responded confidently. "And I think that's where you struggle" "What do you mean?" Lula was still awkwardly washing her hands. "You dwell on shit" said Rosie even more confidently. "Well... yeah?" "Well... don't?" Rosie scoffed. "But how...?" "Look!" Rosie exclaimed, turning to Rosie and lifting her knee length skirt. Lula was shocked at the response. She looked at Rosie's feet and looked up her legs. She didn't know what she was looking for or what was going on. Until... She reached Rosie's crotch and saw, underneath her tights, the pastel purple colour of Rosie's underwear and a darker purple patch between her legs. Rosie let her skirt fall back down. "If I can live with this most days, you can live with it once, yeah?" Lula tilted her head and hugged Rosie. "I mean... I'm sure it's more than once but you won't tell me. Or was it twice? Or more?" Rosie carried on keeping the conversation light. Lula sighed. "I'm here for you too you know that right?" she confided in Rosie. "Well I've never told anyone else so yeah, I know" There was a slight pause. "Did you fully..?" Lula began. "No. Leaked. Dried it. No one will know" she smiled, "You wouldn't have known if I didn't show you" "No..." Lula replied. "Then lets go, bedwetter" Rosie joked. "Don't" "Too soon?" "Just please... don't" Rosie tutted as they left the toilets. Lula remembered Rosie's last words to her before the final lesson. 'Wait for me'. Lula waited at the main gate. The other students brushed past her as they escaped for the day. Still nothing. No comments. No laughter. No pointing fingers. She blushed and nervously smiled as Tom walked past with Steve and some of the other boys. Steve hadn't clocked her but Tom, of course, had. He gave Lula a nod and a smile. She had to look away. "Come to mine?" a voice filled Lula's right ear. She was shocked. "Yes?" Rosie asked. "How do you just show up?" "Magic, Muggle" Rosie responded. "Umm, okay?" Lula agreed. "Yay" Rosie forced some excitement. They walked out of the school together. Lula watched and turned her head as they walked past the bus she'd usually get on. Rosie didn't live too far away from the school. A 20 minute walk at most. The school was near the outskirts of the town. Rosie's estate was the other side of a small woodland area. Lula remembered the times when they first became friends and would walk back to hers through the woods and get lost. This was a few years ago. There were roads and paths outside of the woods too but the adventure was always more exciting. "So you need to tell me everything" Rosie requested. "Everything?" Rosie stopped walking and turned once again making her finger in hole hand movements. Lula sighed. "I agreed to a... well we're meeting when I tell him when I'm free" "A DATE. LULA HAS A DATE?" Rosie was genuinely excited. "No I.. we;re just" "Making babies" Rosie let out a cute awwwww. Lula pushed Rosie. "I haven't told him when I'm free yet. I don't know" "Literally you are one of the least busy people I know" "Thanks" "Well you are" "Yes" "Then meet with Peter Thomas Parker and find out how his web-shooter works". Lula pushed Rosie again. "For me?" "That's just... weird? You date him then" "THERE" Rosie stopped again and comically pointed at Lula multiple times. "YOU said date. Confirmed. Approved. Accepted. Yes. Yes yes yes yes. Babies" Lula was shocked at her own use of the word date. Had she just confirmed? No? They weren't actually seeing each other. Yet? Right? "I hate you" Lula claimed. "Awwww, and I hate you too" Rosie hugged Lula as they walked. "This way!" Rosie ordered, pointing towards the woods. "You still go that way?" "Ha. Yeah" Rosie scoffed. "It'l be all muddy?" "Yes. On the path. No it won't Come on! Adventure!" Rosie was still too cheerful. Lula was starting to consider if she'd never actually noticed Rosie's bubbly attitude before? Had she always been too highly strung? Too serious? Boring? She began to follow Rosie down the leaf ridden track into the trees. The two didn't speak for a while. Maybe they were both reliving the memories from years before. "Lule's" "Yeah?" "I've never done this in front of someone before" "What? Done what?" Lula asked confused. As she turned to her right to look at Rosie she'd darted off the track into some bushes. "Rosie?" "Here!" Lula cautiously walked to where Rosie had darted. She was a few meters into the bushes. Some orange tinted leaves were still hanging around but the bushes were almost bare with tough brown twigs. Lula noticed Rosie had darted far enough into the bushes that the track could not be seen from her position. Which was squatting. Why was she squatting. "Down!" Rosie ordered. Lula looked confused and looked around. She felt Rosie tug at her bag. Lula complied and squatted. "What are we...?" Lula began to ask thoughtfully baffled. "I don't have to worry here" Rosie said. "You've lost me" "Look... if you want. Shh Listen" Rosie said putting a finger up. Silence Lula was staring at her with lowered eyebrows. Shhhhhhthttttthhhhhhhh. Rosie lifted the back of her skirt as a stream of pee fell beneath her. What. The. Fuck. "Rosie...!" Lula immediately felt flustered. Her best friend was literally wetting in front of her. She couldn't help but stare. The base of her tights beneath her ass made the pee spread around and patter to the ground in multiple weak dribbles The crotch of Rosie's tights glistened as the main stream fell in a single run. "It's me. I've accepted it. I've realised I may not get the choice. AND at least here I can just... accept it?" Rosie confessed while still peeing. Rosie's stream started to weaken. She'd gone not too long ago so there wasn't too much. "Rosie..." Lula wanted to say so much but was feeling turned on herself seeing someone else wet in real life. Rosie bobbed up and down as some final drops of pee fell to the ground. She pulled at some bushes and wiped the backside of her tights with some crunchy leaves. The leaves dissolved and crunched as Rosie scrunched them in her hand after feebly wiping her tights. Rosie stood up and fixed her skirt. Rosie slowly stood up too. "And who found out? No one. So it doesn't matter" Rosie smiled and forcibly turned Lula around and pushed her back to the track. Lula was at a loss for words for a long time. Rosie was waiting for her to speak. "How do you hide it?" Lula asked. "Because I have to. Why do you want to know?" "I ... what? I don't? It's just... it's like you don't care?" "I sometimes don't. Like then... no one saw so it doesn't matter. If it was like in a lesson then yes it'd suck but I make sure it doesn't. But then.... I NEEDED to go so like I did?" "And your Mum?" "Has pretty much accepted it too but I do my own washing so... but she knows when she finds wet stuff" "Hmm" Lula pondered, still feeling flustered. Rosie carried on walking like nothing happened. Lula tried to get a glimpse at the back of Rosie's skirt but it didn't seem to have a wet spot. She made it look so easy? Careless? There's not even a wet spot. How? Has she practised... Don't be stupid. You don't practise wetting. Do you? Have I? I don't know. Rosie didn't mention the wetting at all on the walk back to her house. Lula was trying to find an excuse to jump back to the topic but Rosie just didn't speak about it. How did she not know her best friend did this? As Lula sat in Rosie's bedroom as Rosie showered, as it turned out she did whenever she walked home and wet, Lula did something she instantly regretted. Double chcecking to make sure Rosie was still definitely showering, she crept over to the basket full of Rosie's dirty clothes that needed washing. Nothing odd at the top. Lula nervously picked through the clothes and it wasn't long before the faintest smell of pee was obvious. Everything was dry so had been there a few days. Lula pulled out a pair of black leggings and apprehensively gave them a gentle sniff. They did smell like pee. This is fucking weird. Stop smelling your friend's clothes. Stop. Just stop. Lula put the leggings back in the pile where she found them and went to sit back on Rosie's bed. A while later Rosie came into her room in fresh pyjamas and threw her school uniform onto the top of the washing pile. Unlucky for Rosie, her pastel purple underwear were sat on top of where she'd thrown them. Lula could see the obvious line between dry and wet spot. This made her feel tingly. She'd never seen someone else's fresh, wet clothes. She wet them about forty five minutes ago though? The dark spot was.. ""Sorry I don't mean to... like.. but did you?" Lula asked nervously, nodding her head towards the washing pile. "They were already wet" Rosie said, "But does it matter? Do you care?" she continued with the same excuses. "No..." "There we go then" Rosie smiled, finishing tying her hair up. She picked up her basket and made her way out of her room to put them in the wash. "Jealous?" Rosie joked. YES. "Huh, no" Lula replied. The evening went well. It was fun. They laughed, joked, bitched. Tom was a primary topic. Lula was debating what time and date to tell him to meet up. Rosie was pressuring her to make a decision. Some time later Lula had called her Mum to come pick her up. Being November it was dark outside and she didn't want to walk that far home. Back at her own house, Lula made her way to the bathroom with her pyjamas. It had been a good day. Significantly better than expected. No one said anything. No one took the piss. No one joked. No one..... oh stop it. Just go sit down. Lula had already been holding since when she went at school. After the afternoon with Rosie and seeing everything she had already decided she'd wet when she got home. Lula sat straight down onto the toilet and lifted her skirt. She paused. The vision of Rosie squatting in the woods was burned into Lula's mind. Lula hesitated but wanted to imitate. She got up from the toilet and stood in the bath. She squatted and lifted her skirt so to imitate what Rosie did earlier that day. Lula relaxed. The pee spread over her knickers and she felt it pool under her ass. The seat of her thick tights soaked and she felt the puddle beneath her soak at her feet. This must have been how Rosie felt earlier. What would it feel like to wet and be watched? She wanted me to watch. She wanted me to? I wouldn't. Couldn't. Lula's pee continued for a while It was warm. It was pleasurable. It was a total flood. She wanted to touch herself but had to wear this skirt tomorrow. She couldn't risk getting it wet. When she felt herself finishing eh started bobbing, like Rosie did, then stood up, She carefully took her skirt off and slumped it onto the floor. She pulled her shirt from the waistband of her tights and threw that away too. Standing, once again, in her bathroom in just wet underwear and tights, she slipped off her bra and the evening was hers.
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  44. I've peed in both the shower and bathtub, wearing either underwear (panties or boxer briefs) or nothing at all.
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  45. OK, I had another idea. Y'all don't mind if I just write every story from now on about these two, right? 😉 *** Robbie gripped the handles of the wheelchair tightly to keep his hands from shaking. The nurse was explaining some basic care instructions, and he really was trying to listen, but the fact that TJ was finally coming home had Robbie overwhelmed by a flood of conflicting emotions. “Yes, sir,” TJ said in response to the nurse’s instructions, looking infinitely less stressed than Robbie. Which, Robbie supposed, meant that he was doing something right. “And you’ll come back next week for Dr. Carter to check your progress, and they’ll evaluate you to see if you’ll need physical therapy,” the nurse continued. He was talking to both of them, but looking at TJ. Robbie nodded robotically, regardless. “Then you’re all set!” The nurse reached out to shake TJ’s hand. “Glad to see you go, Mr. Masters!” TJ beamed. “Thanks, Allen. I really appreciate all your help. And everyone’s.” Robbie resisted the urge to reach out and stroke TJ’s hair. He’d only been in the hospital for a week, but Robbie’s stomach still clenched at the thought of seeing his boyfriend lying in a bed, post-surgery, monitors hooked up to his chest and abdomen. Taking a deep breath, Robbie pushed TJ through the automatic doors. Although he was excited to have TJ back in their dorm, physically setting foot outside the hospital suddenly felt terrifying, as if TJ would shatter without the safety of medical professionals around him at all times. “Please breathe.” Robbie blinked at the unexpected request from TJ. “What?” “I can feel how tight you’re holding the chair,” TJ explained. “You’re gonna give yourself arthritis.” Looking down, Robbie saw that his knuckles were indeed white with tension. He forced himself to relax his grip as he pushed the chair to the adjacent parking lot. “Sorry.” They reached Robbie’s car, and TJ pushed himself out of the chair before Robbie could protest. Even injured, TJ’s every movement spoke of the work-honed strength of his capable body, and Robbie found himself briefly marveling at his toughness. TJ locked eyes with Robbie. He opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to reconsider. Instead, he smiled, and Robbie felt some of the tension in his own chest release. “You ready to go home?” Robbie asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Exhaling, TJ nodded. To Robbie, he already looked tired, just from standing for a few seconds. Robbie unlocked the car door for TJ to slide inside, making sure he was settled before closing the door and returning the wheelchair to the hospital entrance. On the short walk back to the car, Robbie closed his eyes briefly, steeling himself for his responsibilities. According to all the doctors, TJ’s prognosis was flawless. His surgery had gone perfectly, his shoulder was healing beautifully, and his general youth and fitness had both protected him from more serious injury and expedited his recovery. Still, healing from a rupture spleen and dislocated shoulder (among other, more minor injuries) was no joke, and Robbie was determined to provide every bit of care that TJ needed, no matter what. Back in the car, TJ’s eyelids were already drooping, but he opened them when Robbie arrived. Preempting an anticipated apology, Robbie reached across and opened the glove box. “Look at this!” He pulled out a temporary accessible hangtag and attached it to the rearview mirror. TJ blushed faintly, but smiled. “You only did that because you knew I’d be too tired to fight you on it.” “Damn straight,” Robbie smirked, trying to ignore all the other answers that had popped up in his mind. He knew that TJ wouldn’t appreciate being babied or pitied, and Robbie knew that a big part of caring for him would be making sure that care wasn’t smothering or condescending. Robbie drove more carefully than he usually did, periodically glancing over at TJ to make sure he was OK. It wasn’t too far of a drive from the hospital to campus, and Robbie was able to park in a designated spot right next to their dorm. Robbie grabbed TJ’s bag from the back seat and positioned himself right at TJ’s shoulder for the trek up to their room. As freshman, Robbie and TJ had been able to request each other as roommates. Although many students lived off campus in later years, TJ’s work study allotment gave him free dorm housing, so Robbie had willingly stayed as a sophomore. Though basic, their room was in the corner of the hall, so it was quiet and benefitted from windows on two sides. They had enough space that they didn’t have to bunk or loft their beds, a fact that Robbie was currently more grateful for than ever. TJ wordlessly consented to taking the elevator, and flopped onto his bed as soon as they entered the room. “I should check my email,” he said, even though his eyes were already shut. “It can wait,” Robbie insisted, emptying the contents of TJ’s bag into the laundry hamper. “I need to catch up on work,” TJ mumbled, though the quirk of his lips indicated that he knew he wasn’t going to accomplish anything just yet, and any assertion otherwise was mostly to tease Robbie. “You don’t have much,” Robbie promised, “and I have everything you need listed and organized on your desk.” TJ’s eyes fluttered open, and he fixed Robbie with a disarmingly sleepy smile. “You’re the best.” Robbie attempted a smile in return. “Rest,” he ordered. “It’s not even 10 AM. You have plenty of time to start catching up.” TJ may have been asleep before Robbie even finished talking. Robbie stared lovingly for a few seconds before resuming his work of cleaning out TJ’s bag and preparing the laundry. After making sure TJ’s phone was on silent, Robbie sent him a text to say he’d be down in the laundry room, just in case TJ woke up when Robbie wasn’t there. Having never really dealt with any trauma or emergency before, Robbie had been somewhat surprised to find out that he was not the kind of person to melt down in the face of stress. On the contrary, it turned out that he was an organizer, and he’d filled his time since TJ’s accident with everything from communicating with TJ’s professors to sharing updates with Mr. and Mrs. Masters back home to researching surgery and recovery studies. Now that TJ was back on campus, Robbie figured he would continue filing his time with work. He’d skipped his own classes for the past week (not that he would have been able to concentrate on lectures, anyway), but TJ would be appalled if Robbie kept up his absences. So it would be class, meals, watching over TJ, making sure TJ ate, helping TJ catch up on work… Robbie all but sprinted back up to their room after putting the laundry in the washing machine, but TJ hadn’t stirred. He slept until after noon before blinking awake with a scratchy groan. The entire afternoon and evening passed not entirely unlike a pre-accident weekend day. Both young men worked on a few assignments, watched TV, and ordered a pizza for dinner. Of course, TJ didn’t go to work, and his movements were slower than usual, but, other than his arm sling, there were no overt signals that he’d spent the past week in the hospital. Still, Robbie watched carefully, unable to fully relax. The past week had been the worst of his life, and he wanted to do everything possible to prevent TJ from feeling even the slightest discomfort or strain. At around 9:30, TJ sat up from his position on the couch and yawned. “I think that’s about as much as I’ve got in me today,” he said. He leaned over and kissed Robbie on the cheek. “Thanks for such a great welcome home.” Robbie smiled back. “Couldn’t wait to have you back.” He watched TJ brush his teeth and slide into bed. Robbie turned off the overhead light and flipped on his desk lamp, but he couldn’t make any progress on his term paper. He kept looking over at TJ, checking to see if he was comfortable, if he had woken up, if he was still breathing… After another half hour or so, Robbie gave up. He was tired, anyway – he’d gotten up way earlier than he usually would have on a Saturday to get to the hospital in advance of TJ’s release. He looked over at TJ one more time before turning off the light and slipping under the covers. *** It was an unseasonably warm March Saturday, and Robbie was breathing deeply as he strolled across campus to meet his boyfriend. TJ was scheduled to get off work at 5, and he and Robbie had plans to go to dinner and a movie. The worksite was a new psychology building on the east side of campus. Most work-study students were assigned to jobs in the dining hall or something, but due to the many new construction projects on campus, TJ had been able to leverage his substantial contracting experience into a building job that both covered his work study and paid extra. At the site, Robbie was immediately able to pick out TJ from through the fence. He was standing stop a three-story scaffolding tower, doing…well, Robbie didn’t know exactly what TJ was doing, only that he looked better than anyone had a right to in a hard hat and day-glo safety vest. The foreman called up to TJ, likely signaling the end of his shift, and Robbie raised his hand to wave as TJ turned around, but stopped when he heard shouting. A backhoe or a forklift or one of the machines that Robbie never bothered learning the name of was rumbling toward the partially-constructed building, not fast, but clearly out of control. Men shouted and scrambled, and TJ stepped toward the ladder to climb down, but it was too late. The machine clipped the pole at the bottom, and the entire scaffolding structure came crashing to the ground. *** Robbie bolted awake, sitting straight up in bed and clapping his hand over his mouth to muffle the gasp he'd let out. He felt himself peeing through his pajama pants, just like he had upon awakening every night for the past week, but knew by now that it was useless to try to stop. He looked over at TJ’s bed, blinking in the darkness, but thankfully, he didn’t seem disturbed. Robbie let out a slow sigh, wiping the tears that had gathered in his eyes with the back of his hand. His stream slowed to a stop, and he was left sitting in a shallow puddle that wouldn't sink into the plastic university mattress. He’d half-hoped that the nightmare would stop now that TJ was back in their room, but clearly, the terror of watching his boyfriend tumble in three stories of wood and rebar wasn’t going away that easily. As quietly as he could, Robbie peeled back the blankets to inspect the damage he could feel around his groin. The horrifying dream wasn’t the only nightly occurrence Robbie endured since TJ’s injury, though now, he was faced with cleaning up without waking his boyfriend. Closing his eyes, Robbie sat for a moment. He was still shaking from the nightmare, and he tried to remind himself that it was all OK. Despite how horrid the collapse had looked, TJ had never even lost consciousness. His abdomen had taken the brunt of the damage, including a ruptured spleen, and he’d dislocated his shoulder, but it could have been much worse. Robbie had been allowed to ride in the ambulance, and TJ had (unsurprisingly) remained calm, even when rushed into surgery. The cognitive exercise of focusing on the positives didn’t really do a whole lot to slow Robbie’s racing heart, though, so he decided just to get on with it. His wet pajama pants clung to his legs as he stood up. He didn’t dare turn on a light; he just gathered all the sheets from his bed, hoping that his pillow and blanket had been spared. Stepping softly, Robbie placed the wet sheets in the empty hamper (he’d make up some excuse tomorrow if TJ commented on the additional laundry). Of course, his second set of sheets had been washed earlier that afternoon, so he pulled them out from the bottom of his wardrobe. He decided against fully making up the bed, though, and just unfolded the sheets and laid them over the mattress before turning to clean himself up. “Robbie?” Robbie froze. He was facing TJ’s bed, but surely it was too dark for him to see anything. His shock and worry prevented Robbie from responding right away, and before he knew it, TJ was pushing himself up into a seated position. “Is everything OK?” “It’s fine! Go back to sleep!” Robbie responded far too quickly and intensely to be of any comfort, and TJ reached over to turn on his bedside lamp. “Rob?” TJ blinked in the dim light, concerned. “What happened? Are you OK?” “No, I’m fine,” Robbie pleaded, his voice shaking. “Go back to sleep, it’s fine.” TJ started to push his own blankets back. “Rob, what’s-“ “No, stop!” Robbie begged, unable to stop his eyes from filling with tears. TJ had gone to bed without a shirt on, and his surgical scar stood out down the middle of his upper abdomen. TJ’s eyebrows drew together, and he moved to stand. “Robbie, let me help.” “You’re hurt!” Robbie blurted, his voice breaking completely. TJ froze, sitting on the edge of his bed, poised to stand. Then he relented, looking sad. “So are you.” Robbie felt his lower lip start to quiver. He just wanted TJ to turn off the light and go back to sleep; he just wanted to throw himself in TJ’s arms and let himself be comforted. The conflicting desires, coupled with the lingering terror of his recurring nightmare, paralyzed Robbie, leaving him standing in the lamplight in urine-drenched pants. For a few moments, the two simply stared at one another, each silently pleading for their own outcome. Finally, TJ spoke again. “Rob, it’s OK. Go get changed. I’ll wait for you.” Robbie wanted to protest, but TJ had made up his mind and he did, in fact, need to get changed. He hesitated for only a moment before grabbing a clean pair of sweats from the drawer, taking his washcloth from the rack, and heading to the bathroom. He hadn’t bothered to check the time, but the hallway was empty and silent. In the bathroom, Robbie took deep breaths and splashed cold water on his face. He was determined to at least look calm when he got back to the room, so he could convince TJ that everything was fine. He changed quickly, wiping down his lower half. He didn’t want to keep TJ waiting. Back in the room, TJ was sitting propped up against the head of the bed. The lamp was still on, casting low shadows around the room. TJ didn’t say anything when Robbie walked in, giving him a moment to deposit his wet things in the hamper. Although Robbie had sworn he would be calm and reassure TJ that he could just go back to sleep, seeing his boyfriend wait so patiently destroyed Robbie’s determination. “Come here,” TJ said gently, patting the space on the bed next to him, and the last of Robbie’s resolve melted. He sat on the bed and curled under TJ’s waiting arm. TJ held him for a moment until Robbie was able to speak. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” he murmured. “You need sleep.” “Have you been sleeping?” TJ countered. Robbie teared up again, frustration rising from his desire to care for TJ. “It’s not about me!” he exclaimed. “You’re the invalid, here. I’m supposed to take care of you.” “You are taking care of me,” TJ said softly. Robbie hummed a slight dissent. “No, you are,” TJ insisted, “but listen.” He drew his arm back from its embrace around Robbie’s shoulders and grasped his hand instead, threading their fingers together. “Do you think for one second that I would be OK with seeing you hurt?” Despite the early (late?) hour, TJ’s voice was full of emotion. “If I had to watch you in a hospital after emergency surgery, I’d be an absolute mess.” Robbie gripped TJ’s hand. “But I’m supposed to take care of you,” he repeated, trying one last time to claim emotional high ground. TJ squeezed Robbie’s hand back. “But you need taken care of, too. And as long as I’m capable, I’m gonna try to do that.” Robbie leaned against TJ’s shoulder, suddenly exhausted. Over the past two and a half years of their relationship, he and TJ had developed a wonderfully effective mutual support system. It wasn’t until this very moment that he realized how much he depended on TJ’s support and how much having that balance upset over the past week had affected him. “Seriously, Rob,” TJ said. “how much have you been sleeping?” “Some,” Robbie answered, vaguely but honestly. “So this has been happening every night?” Part of their successful mutual support system was that TJ and Robbie had learned each other’s respective language – what they were and weren’t saying. So of course, TJ had accurately interpreted Robbie’s one-word response. “Yes,” Robbie admitted, almost shyly. Even to the person you love most in the world, it’s not fun to acknowledge that you’ve wet the bed every night for a solid week. “I keep dreaming of the collapse.” TJ leaned his head against Robbie’s and sighed. “I’m so sorry I scared you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry you got hurt,” Robbie replied. “So am I,” TJ said, “but you know it’s going to happen. Not an entire scaffolding collapse, hopefully,” he added quickly, “but shit is going to happen to both of us. Big things, sometimes. And we can’t…” TJ trailed off, and Robbie smiled. TJ wasn’t the talker in the relationship, but Robbie knew what he was trying to say. “We can’t burn ourselves out trying to support each other without letting ourselves be cared for in return,” he finished TJ’s thought for him. TJ sighed in relief at not having to verbally express himself any further. “So you promise, then?” TJ said, clutching Robbie's hand in his. "You'll let me help next time?" Robbie lifted TJ's hand and kissed it. "I promise."
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  46. Cinema

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Couldn't hold it through the whole movie?
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  47. Given my favorites have already been mentioned, all I have to offer is the most glorious game ever developed. "A true masterpiece of computational engineering..." -Kotaku "The Game To End All Games" 10/10 IGN "The only game you'll ever need for the rest of your L I F E" - PC Gamer The One. The Only. Don't Shit Your Pants Available via Let's Plays on YouTube, as well as for personal enjoyment existential crisis on Kongregate, Newgrounds, and other hell holes of the flash-era internet for all of eternity.
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  48. 4,389 downloads

    A couple of female wetting videos grabbed from reddit. The subreddits are listed below, they're all pretty new but they've got good stuff with more added daily. r/omorashi r/peegonewild r/abdl r/wetfetish
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  49. 1,856 downloads

    For more PissJP clips, search using the tag here. This submission contains two videos and their associated photo sets (the .zip archives) with ~48 images each. The first set, iw-pissppv-2030-001, contains a nude peeing scene. The second set, iw-pissppv-2030-002, contains the actual pajama wetting scene.
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