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  1. 11 points
    Over the past few days I've been partying, having an excellent time, and peeing in a lot of places I shouldn't... Mainly my panties. So last night I was at a house party, a friends 18th. Everyone was drinking and having a great time, I witnessed many people try and inconspicuously sneak off into bushes to relieve their bladders, many streams were flowing in the open of my friends back yard and I had to try and keep my eyes to myself not to seem too obvious. My friend who was having the party was very drunk so her, a few other girls and I decided to go to her bathroom together, as girls do. None of them had to pee other then me but they all just wanted to join. As I pulled down my panties and started to piss loudly into the toilet their faces changed, as they were suddenly realising just how bad they had to go... But unfortunately for them I had to do some extra business so they had to wait until my bowels were empty too. The birthday girl stood with her hand between her crotch desperately dancing, shuffling from foot to foot in order to distract herself from her aching bladder. The other girl pulled up her skirt and down her panties to her knees, in order to avoid mess. She stood right in front of me while I was on the toilet, her vagina was right in line with my face, but she didn't mind as she was so desperate to go. I tried to hurry as I genuinely felt bad, but as I was almost finishing the girl with her panties down started to dribble onto the floor in front of me. Her thighs pressed together instinctively but the flow couldn't be stopped and she pissed all over herself right in front of me. It was hard not to show my obvious interest, she was so embarassed but once she had finished going she laughed it off and started to clean up. Seeing my friends mess the birthday girl couldn't hold it and she ran to the shower and squated down. Her loud hissing stream started to hit the tiles and she sighed in relief. She peed for about a minute and a half and I wondered how she didn't realise she was desperate, I suppose alcohol does that to you. After she had finished pissing she lost her balance and fell right into her puddle, making her tight red dress very noticeably wet... The two girls then showered together and got in some fresh clothes, and I finished my business.... It was very hard not to be too aroused by the unfortunate but laughable situation.
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    29$ comission: An anthro coyote in need to pee, bladder xray included
  4. 3 points

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    Hey their, wanted to share a video of mine, even gets me goin a bit re-watching it.. re-living that release. A little bit of "dick" at the end, fair warning. Anywhoo... quick back story and what this video is, I had been holding all day and had really weakened my abilities to have control of my bladder. I dampened a couple pairs of pants before this video; Leaking heavily but stopping it before this flood. It caught me by surprise with multi-tasking of taking a video while losing control and wetting myself fully.. I say "oh shit" once I see the puddle spreading out of control on my floor and grab a towel to stop the spread into my home. I barley had time to hit record by the time I was losing it. Hope ya enjoy.

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  5. 2 points
    hi today i was doing homeworks and i drank coffee i started to need to pee and i decided to hold it while i do my homeworks after holding it for a while i go to the bathroom and since i feel naugthy i thought that i will let go a bit in my short for wet them a bit so i stand up over the toilet and i pee a bit, that make a tiny wet spot on my short... i let go a bit more but this time i cant stop it and i end up completely soaked my pant and my panties here some pics i hope you enjoy it!!
  6. 2 points
    Why don’t you want to share what book it is?
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    Yo, this is just a short little one-shot I wrote about the Kanon anime that I thought I would share here. Honest (but constructive) comments and opinions are welcome! I may write more of these in the future. NOTE: "Flower" is my way of saying a girl's lower private area, as I just feel more comfortable referring to it as that. Yes, call me childish if you want. :P Anyway, I hope you like this! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shiori was desperately clenching her flower, her bladder feeling like it was about to burst. She whimpered a bit from the pain in her abdomen, and clumsily ran to the nearest bush to relieve herself. However, her plan was ruined, as she noticed two students walking nearby. She yelped quietly, before trying her best to hide and to not be spotted. She knew that she would be in big trouble if any other student besides Yuuichi saw her outside of the school, as she could easily be blamed for trespassing. Shiori actually attended this school before, but since it was only for one day most of the students wouldn't know that, and they most likely wouldn't believe her claims since she wasn't wearing the school uniform. They'd most likely report her to the nearest teacher, and she knew it wasn't the best idea for her mom to get involved. She wasn't even supposed to be outside anyway, but she had constantly been sneaking out just to see her sister. However, after she met Yuuichi, she then had another reason to visit. These thoughts swarmed around in her mind as she cautiously poked her head out of the bush to get a closer look at the two students. One had dark blue hair in a ponytail, and the other had very light brown hair. They were just standing in place, seeming to be having a conversation, but Shiori couldn't make out much from her distance. However, Shiori didn't really care about what they were talking about. The only thing she cared about was emptying her full bladder, which was beginning to hurt more and more. She clenched her flower even tighter to help herself hold it in, and wished that they would just go back inside the school. She didn't even know what they were doing outside at this time. "It's lunchtime.. Shouldn't they be eating..?" She thought in frustration. She then looked over at the two students again, and saw the brown-haired girl open her mouth and speak. The blue-haired girl didn't reply, she just simply nodded her head in apparent agreement to whatever had just been said. Shiori's urge to urinate was overpowering, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to take it for much longer. Fortunately, much to her relief, the two students seemed to be finally walking back towards the entrance of the school. However, for Shiori, they weren't walking fast enough. Shiori urged them to go faster in her mind, but they seemed to be sticking to the same pace. Suddenly, they stopped as the brown-haired girl turned her head to look at her potential friend, before running off to the left direction. Shiori guessed she had forgotten something, as the blue-haired girl watched her run for a brief moment before continuing to walk towards the school. The blue-haired student was far enough away from Shiori to no longer be a problem, but she didn't know about the brown-haired one. The fact that she didn't know her exact location kind of worried her, but her bladder was not going to allow her to hold it in any longer. Shiori let out another yelp from pain, before hurriedly pulling down her pants and panties and squatting down. Almost immediately after, a heavy stream of urine began flowing out of her flower, as she felt the most amount of relief she had ever felt before. She sighed from the pleasant feeling, as her bladder continued to empty itself onto the now yellow snow. Some of her urine melted the snow below, revealing the grass that had been covered by it prior. She then noticed that due to the way her shawl was dangling from her, a small portion of it had gotten wet from her urine. She sighed in frustration, before trying to move her shawl out of the way while blushing slightly. She could tell her bladder was almost finally empty due to the stream weakening in strength, and as she was beginning to wonder what she would wipe herself with, she suddenly heard a noise. She instinctively looked towards the direction the sound was coming from, as she desperately urged her bladder to finish emptying itself. The feeling of panic and dread took over her entire mind, before the brown-haired girl from before emerged from the bushes in front of her, before stopping in her tracks with a hand full of two boxed lunches. Both of their eyes widened, as they stared at each other in an awkward fashion. By then, nothing but tiny yellow droplets were coming out of Shiori's flower, and she could feel her entire face becoming red from intense embarrassment. The brown-haired stranger was also blushing, but obviously less so. However, instead of instantly freaking out like Shiori had feared, the girl instantly tried to regain her composure, managing to smile awkwardly. "I... I'm sorry for walking in on you..!" The stranger managed to stammer out in the most normal tone she could manage in this kind of situation. Shiori was very surprised, to say the least. She didn't know how to respond to this girl, or even know what to do. She didn't want to pull up her panties and pants, due to her flower still being dripping wet. However, she didn't want to just leave her private area exposed like this either. All she could manage to do was remain in her squatting position in silence. "U-um.." The girl struggled to form her sentence. "You don't have anything to wipe yourself with, do you? I have some tissues, if that would be okay.. I know that this isn't their main purpose but.." She then looked down briefly in slight embarrassment before looking back at her and finishing her sentence. "I think it would do..!" Shiori could tell that this girl was trying to be as polite as possible by not looking towards her private area. She didn't want to have to be forced to accept this girl's offer, but knowing that it was better than having wet panties for the rest of the day, she hesitatingly nodded in agreement. The stranger smiled in response, before reaching into her pockets to pull out some tissues. "I don't have many, but it should be enough, ahaha." She stated in the same kind and caring tone, although the sudden laugh made the current situation seem even more awkward for Shiori. The girl then began slowly walking towards Shiori, as Shiori looked away in embarrassment, still not being able to speak. "Here you go!" The student stood as far away from Shiori as possible to respect her privacy, but also close enough to where she could hand her the tissues. She reached the tissues out to Shiori, who grabbed them with a constant bright red face, before realizing that she was too shy to wipe herself in front of someone else. She looked at the stranger in an effort to maybe subtely hint that she wanted her to look away, but the girl apparently didn't understand. "O-oh! I can do it for you if you want!" The girl offered, but Shiori didn't quite understand what she meant. Well.. That is.. Until the stranger took the tissues from her hand and squatted down in front of her flower. "A-ah!" Shiori managed to gasp out a single sound, but before she could resist, the girl began gently wiping her dry after laying down the two boxed lunches on the snow beside her. Shiori closed her eyes tightly, the feeling of embarrassment becoming stronger and stronger by the second. She was beginning to regret sneaking out of her house to stand outside of the school now. However, the feeling of embarrassment was suddenly starting to vanish, and in its place was a feeling she had never felt before. She slowly opened her eyes to see the stranger carefully wiping her, before the girl looked up at her and smiled. Shiori then quickly looked away, as she felt her flower becoming completely dry. The girl then stood up with the comforting smile still on her face, as she left the now yellow colored tissues on the snow below her. "Are you better now? Did I do it right?" The girl asked, seeming to be concerned. Shiori nodded her head to both questions, before slowly pulling up her pants and panties. She had her head facing downwards for a moment, before looking upwards to see the girl still having that same smile. She wasn't even angry at her for misunderstanding her hint, as she had somehow enjoyed the feeling of her wiping her dry. "Once again, I'm sorry for walking in on you like that!" The girl apologized once more before picking up the lunches. "I'm going to have to go now, Mai is probably becoming impatient! Don't want her to come looking for me, ahaha!" She continued, laughing in that same awkward way. The girl turned around as if to begin running off towards the direction of the school entrance, before turning back around to face Shiori. "I'm Sayuri! I hope we meet each other again soon! Maybe I can even introduce you to Mai one day! You'll just have to be patient with her!" For some reason, Sayuri wasn't even questioning why a girl with no school uniform was near the entrance, but Shiori was thankful for this. Sayuri then waved, before running off towards the school's entrance. Shiori then realized that she hadn't told Sayuri her own name. But then again, she didn't ask for Shiori's name either. She figured that she could tell her the next time they happened to meet; hopefully in less embarrassing circumstances. Shiori sighed, not being able to believe that all that had just happened. However, she really wanted to meet this Sayuri girl again. She gave her a feeling that Shiori was not used to.. But it was a feeling that she wanted to experience more of. She walked out from behind the bush, standing in the usual spot she had always waited for her sister, and for Yuuichi. While waiting for Yuuichi to give her her daily visit, she realized that she now had yet another reason to come back to this school tomorrow.
  8. 2 points
    If you even kind of possibly think that there's even a little bit of the smallest chance that a video like this is "real," DO NOT post it here or anywhere else. Not only is it unethical, sociopathic, and illegal, but it will get you irrevocably banned. Unless it comes from a known website with named models or an amateur producer who has other videos where she's clearly in on it, stay far away from it and keep it far away from here. That said, this is indeed fake. Do not take chances in the future though.
  9. 2 points
    A post in this thread made me think of a new fantasy. While inside the main room at the ski lodge... I would be wearing two diapers, with two pairs of lined rain/snow pants under a pair of insulated puffy ski bibs; to the point where it's obvious what I'm wearing underneath. I've just checked into my room, only to find the toilets are shared. I needed to pee after drinking plenty of water on the two-hour drive up. Unfortunately, there's a super long line filled with a group from one of the buses that just unloaded. So I decide to wait for the line to clear, and walk over (crinkling and swishing away) to a chair and sit down. Then someone, who I didn't know noticed me, comes over and sits next to me across the table. We start to chat and drink a lot of coffee and water for an hour or so. At this point I'm slowly squirming around, but my new friend keeps ordering more coffee for us, while the staff keeps refilling my water with every round. All of a sudden I feel a slight spurt go in my pants; so I quickly cross my legs, making a noticeable crinkling noise. I say "I've got to head to the bathroom, had a few too many coffees." But before I can get up, they whisper they know I'm wearing diapers and that unless I sit back down, they'll loudly ask, "Are you wearing diapers?" They tell me that I'm to follow them outside, walk to the top of the hill, and wet my pants before inner-tubing back down. As we head outside, I see there's only one inner tube left. My friend says they'll sit on my lap on the way down, just in case I try to fake wetting myself before getting back to the lodge. As we make our way up, I'm bursting beyond belief. They say I have to hold it to until the top, and they've added the condition that I wet while waiting in line to go down the hill. They'll walk behind me to ensure there's no 'trail' left in the snow. Once we reach the top, we get in line and they say I can finally let go. I begin wetting, but it lets out a loud hissing noise, so I push the inner-tube against my bibs to try to stop it. This quiets the noise, but at this point I start flooding my diaper. I feel it slowly absorbing the warmth all around, but then the line starts to move. I walk with my legs spread apart, trying to keep it going, but it's bunched up and uncomfortable. As we wait for the next group to go, I slowly pull at my thick pants, only to feel the diaper slip. Piss rushes down my right thigh, soaking into the cotton-lined nylon snow pants. The warmth causes me to let loose, fully emptying my bladder. I lean to ensure I properly wet both sides, putting my hands on my knees feeling the pee running down my legs, and starting to spread up the front of my bibs. Amazingly nothing leaks through, and the pee that didn't soak my diapers and pants pools in my boots. My friend, smiling, whispers to me, "lucky nobody was behind us just now. You're pants are sagging a little. You done?" I nodded as we made our way to the front of the line in a couple minutes. I sit down in the inner tube, and my friend sits in my lap. I was nervous about them asking why we only having one inner tube, but then I felt the warm, wet feeling all over my thighs, butt, and stomach as we sat there. The guide from the lodge then grabs our inner tube and shoves us down the hill. When we reach the lodge I’m starting to get a little cold. I say I really have to change out of my clothes, take a shower, and do some laundry. They say I need to do one more thing, inviting me up to their room. It’s on the top floor, and I see they have a shower and toilet in their room. They explain they book the room for the winter and go up every weekend, knowing people wet on the slopes. They say they did the same and noticed there’s always adult diapers in the bathroom trash, and people doing laundry, so they look for single people with bulky pants. They tell me to get in the bathtub and take off my jacket, boots, and socks; they’ve been holding the entire time and really need to go. So I lay down in the tub, unzip my bibs, and pull back my pants. The pee starts running down the front of my chest, warmly pooling around my mid-section. They stop, and tell me to zip the bibs back up. They then start pissing all over my bibs back and forth for a full minute; when they finish I stand back up, feeling the piss rush down the inside of my pants and down the drain. Now I can shower; so I take off the diapers before putting the pants and bib back on. Once the water is warm, they take the removable shower head and shove it down my bibs. As the water begins filling up my pants I see yellow liquid running out the bottom of the pants, before turning clear. I then take off the clothes and finish showering, wrap my clothes up in another towel and head downstairs to do laundry. Luckily nobody seems to notice as I start the washing machine. We go sit down next to the fire in the main lobby, and my friend tells me I’m more than welcome to do this any time, before ordering another round of coffee… Sorry for the long read, hope you enjoyed!
  10. 2 points
    4shared isn't a dodgy site though. I've used it a lot in the past. That being said, I went ahead and grabbed it.
  11. 2 points
    I really like the idea of going to meet somebody and texting them updates about how badly I need to pee, so that when I arrive they know how desperate I am and then deliberately delay me from finding relief. Also, the thought of meeting a female work colleague or client at a train station after a long journey then having to ask them for 20p so I can get into the toilets is really hot, especially if they don't have it and we have to carry on our journey together on a long train ride with no toilets, holding an achingly full bladder when they know how badly I want to pee. A few years ago my gf at the time came by train to visit me and ended up desperate during the last hour or so of her journey, and was sending me updates on WhatsApp about how badly she needed to go. Its not like she knew it turned me on either, I think it was just helping her wait and keeping her occupied as she was trying not to think about how long was left. It was around a 4 hour journey in total involving two separate trains as well as a long journey on the London underground, and she had not peed since leaving her house earlier that morning as she hated using public toilets and would not even consider using the toilets on the trains or at the stations. It started off with her writing at the end of a message 'and now I need a wee, brilliant' so I started teasing her, sending her gifs of waterfalls or writing stupid things like 'drip drop drip drop' and 'cross your legs!', but after a while it was clear that she was really needing to go quite badly and she began to get really annoyed so I became more sympathetic! With about 20 minutes left to go before she arrived at my local station I think she was really struggling and as there were no toilets on this train she was now seriously desperate for a wee. She wrote 'Don't you understand, I need the TOILET' so I suggested she could use the toilets at the train station. She wrote 'I'm not weeing in a public toilet at a train station' and I said that we'd still have to walk back to my place from the station and stop off at a supermarket to get food first. She wrote back 'Right well I'll just have to wet myself then'. I met her at the station and when she finally arrived she was frantic to pee, even doing a cute little pee dance while inserting her ticket to get through the barriers, and we ended up walking straight back to mine instead of going shopping. She ran straight to the bathroom when we got home but then discovered there was no toilet paper left (I lived in a shared house and nobody had bothered to replace it) so had to wait at the bathroom door dancing from foot to foot and bobbing up and down with her hand pressed into the crotch of her skinny jeans while I went and found a new toilet paper roll. When I finally found one she practically grabbed it out of my hand and rushed inside the bathroom for one of the longest wees I've ever heard in my life, followed by a loud sigh of relief!
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    So I used to date someone who worked in schools and through her and her friends I would hear all sorts of stories relating to desperation in schools. I had written stories very loosely based on people and situations told to me back then but never posted it anywhere, so I thought I'd post them today. These are totally fictional, of course! Teacher bladder is a real thing. I experienced it myself, regularly holding it from 6:30 AM to after school was dismissed when I was a teacher. I was eventually hired for a job for my state’s department of education licensing new teachers, though, after five years of teaching experience (I was 27 when I started the new job). Part of my job was observing new teachers and giving feedback. I took my job seriously, but there was one thing I didn’t realize would happen. I saw a lot of desperate young ladies who were inexperienced in their teacher bladder. I’m ashamed to admit, but it’s always been a turn on for me, and I couldn’t help but secretly enjoy that part of the job. Over the course of a decade, in fact, I witnessed at least a dozen accidents. The first teacher I witnessed an accident with I almost missed. Her name was Ms. Thompson and she was a tall and curvy blonde woman. On this day, she had on a black dress that was a button-up. It went down to her knees and didn’t have sleeves but had a conservative neckline - an appropriate and common dress for teachers. (There’s such similarity in teacher clothes; you’ll see the same slacks, cardigans, blouses, etc. As a male teacher, I never had to think too deeply about my wardrobe, but you slowly realize observing teachers how much effort there is to look professional, be comfortable, and not be revealing in front of students - especially since I focused on high school teachers.) Regardless of the conservative dress, I casually noticed her thick body meant her butt was still hugged tightly by the dress and quite prominent. That’s when I noticed her legs were tightly crossed as she was giving instructions this class period. I had certainly seen desperate teachers before, and while I could have typed up feedback that it wasn’t the best stance to give instructions (seriously - I had to give feedback on stuff as little as that; you’re supposed to stand straight and still and confidently to project instructions), I cut her some slack given what I presumed was a need to pee. It was also the last period, so she had probably held it since the morning on this day. After she gave instructions, she circulated the room, as a teacher should, bending down to talk to students who were confused or checked out. I saw her wince every time she bent down. Frankly, she was doing an admirable job hiding her desperation. If I wasn’t so keen on it, I don’t think I would have noticed and even then I didn’t realize she was actually so close to an accident. As they transitioned to the final full class discussion, she stood behind a podium she had and gripped the sides tightly. Her legs were crossed as she stood, though her face projected calm as she called out students to share their thoughts. I scribbled down some notes, but I was mostly entranced by her desperation. She had probably ten minutes left in the day. I definitely thought she could hold it, since her still pose made me think an accident wasn’t imminent, but as students were talking, I saw a glimmer out of the corner of my eye. I looked down and saw streaks running down her legs. She remained motionless and continued to call on students to talk. Fortunately for her, the din of the classroom discussion covered up the sound of her peeing. Droplets combined to become a growing puddle, but as it reached about a foot wide, still mostly hidden by the podium, her stream died down. Her black dress might have been wet, but it showed no sign as she transitioned the students to the final assignment, a quiz on the day’s activities. After she was finished giving instructions, she walked over to her desk and pretended to look busy, though I saw her brushing her hands on her dress, probably trying to gauge how wet she was. I was extremely impressed at her composure throughout her accident - she never showed weakness in commanding the class and hid her accident from the student. I guess luck in what she chose to wear played just as big a part. I was also glad I was sitting with a laptop on my lap, covering up how excited her accident made me. When the bell rang, the students departed without ever noticing the puddle, since it wasn’t on the path between the seats and the door. I calmed myself down and got up to walk over to Ms. Thompson. I pretended to notice nothing as I checked in with her and told her my feedback was emailed to her. Usually I’d talk for about ten to fifteen minutes about feedback, but I assume she wanted to be left alone. Her ears were bright red but otherwise she acted like nothing was amiss and stayed seated in her desk. Up close, I could see just a hint of a darker patch on the front of her black dress, but I mentioned nothing and wished her well and left. The second teacher I observed having an accident was less than a month later. I guess it was a bad month for teachers. Her name was Ms. Brady. She was wearing a white blouse and high waisted loose pants that had frills on the top that were black with light grey stripes. They were classic teacher pants as well, given that they were the combination of comfortable and not too revealing. It was evident that Ms. Brady was desperate from the get-go of her last period of the day. She kept crossing her legs as she took attendance. Aside from general desperation, though, I didn’t realize anything was amiss until halfway through class. She had grabbed a packet by me to pass out to the class and as she walked by, I saw a damp patch the size of a fist on her crotch. It was subtle, but you could tell if you looked closely at the grey stripes. The black, however, showed nothing and I doubted any student would notice. I couldn’t believe she had let out what must have been at least a couple spurts while continuing on like it was nothing. Teachers were a tough bunch, overall. After she had given the packets to someone and told the student to pass it down, she stood in front of me and gave instructions to read and annotate the first article. I had a clear view of her butt. She was the cross country coach, so she was skinny and had a toned butt, though her loose pants didn’t reveal too much. I couldn’t, for instance, see a panty line but I did see a glistening as she must have let out a little bit more and wetness grow underneath her butt and to her thighs. She cut it off and went back to her chair at her desk as the students worked independently. Behind her desk, only I could see her lower half and I saw her subtly put her hand in her crotch and cross her legs tightly. After a minute or so, she got up to check in on students who had questions. I admired that she still took her job seriously, despite the potential of being caught by being so close to students. Her students were focused on the task, though, and I think she got away with it. She squatted by a student particularly close to me and I could see right at her crotch. As she talked the student through the problem, I could see her pants glisten with wetness as she must have peed a little more. Not enough to really run down to her butt or drip on the floor, but I saw it. This pattern continued. She directed students to a follow-up instruction and I thought I saw a glistening along her inner thighs as she gave instructions. As she circulated again while they worked in small groups, I thought I saw yet another burst of wetness on her front. The students’ engagement with their work and the pants’ design and the spurts in which her wetting occurred kept anyone but me from noticing. That being said, by the time she was telling students to do the final activity in the last five minutes of class, I could tell the wetness had reached all the way down to her shoes. She had essentially fully wet herself, but had done it over the course of fifty minutes, which prevented any obvious puddles or clear stains on her pants. After she dismissed her students, we met and discussed how class went without her ever letting on she had an accident. If I thought Ms. Thompson didn’t show her hand, Ms. Brady was like reading a wall. Maybe accidents happened more than I realized and I just never noticed because of their bravado. Towards the beginning of the next year, I observed a Dominican teacher named Ms. Batista. She was what the teens would call “thick” and I knew dealing with inappropriate comments from students would be a problem for her, especially since at the beginning of the year her button ups and her work pants had a tendency of hugging every curve. She handled it like a champ, though, and her choice of outfit got subtly more conservative as she adjusted to working with high schoolers, but the day I saw her having an accident was earlier in the year. So, on that day, she was wearing a white button up that accentuated her hips and her breasts (I mean, I can’t say I didn’t check her out too, in addition to the students!) and tight black work pants that showed off her sizable butt (and I could see the outline of a thong). I was observing her during her first period class. She had rushed in and seemed somewhat frazzled, her tightly curly hair in a slightly messy ponytail. As she hurriedly passed out the materials and gave her students instructions to begin the day, she occasionally stopped to cross her legs and fidget. She must have woken late and didn’t have enough time to go that morning. A few minutes later she had moved the students into a group discussion amongst themselves. It seemed a little forced, like it wasn’t originally in the lesson plan, but that’s when I realized she was walking over to her desk. She gave me an eye, like to not comment on what was about to happen. She stood at her desk and just let loose. I could see a shiny wetness on her black pants as she peed and a puddle grew on the floor. Her desk was a solid, hefty one and blocked the view, not that students were looking back at her. She peed for almost a minute, it seemed. When she was done and she shook off droplets off her legs, she stepped from behind her desk and looked down. The black pants really didn’t show much of anything. I couldn’t believe she had wet herself that brazenly, but she went on with her class. No one noticed a thing and her class went on without a hitch, though when she walked by me I thought I could smell just a whiff of urine. A year later, I was observing a new teacher named Ms. Cruz. A skinny Latina lady, she had worn a yellow dress a little more form fitting than Ms. Thompson from before. I could see the faint outline of full cut panties as it hugged her butt. It wasn’t so revealing as to be inappropriate for a teacher, though I thought perversely she would definitely end up being some high schooler’s teacher crush. I noticed her desperation a few minutes into class when she was explaining the topic they were covering today and she stood in front of the class with her legs tightly crossed. A few minutes later, when the students were working on an activity in small groups, she stood in the back to observe. She kept stepping forwards and backwards, fidgeting her feet as she stood. At one point, she bent over just a little bit with her legs crossed and held that position for a few seconds before straightening back up. Her face flushed red and I wondered if she peed a little. She saw a raised hand and walked over to student’s desk. Facing away from me, I saw her bend over to be at eye level with the seated students and cross her legs as she stood, a very awkward looking stance. She seemed to answer the student’s questions without incident, though, and walked away a little stiffly. Class went on without incident until about fifteen minutes later. Her desk was at the front of the class and I was seated by it. While students were working in groups, she rushed over to the teacher’s desk and sat next to me. She pretended to look up something on her computer, but sitting next to her, I could tell all she did was pull up her emails. She then lifted her dress above her panties, which I saw were white. I was beside her, so I didn’t have a straight angle at her and plus didn’t want to be seen checking her out so I kept my eyes on my own computer, but I could just hear the hissing of her wetting herself over the din of the class. They likely heard and saw nothing, but I could hear it go on and on and eventually drip onto the floor. When she was finished, she lifted her butt off her seat just a little bit and pulled down her dress. She looked at me and knew instantly that I knew what had happened. She whispered to me, “Hey, is there a wet spot?” I looked at her from the front and shook my head but asked her to turn around. From behind, her dress was getting wet, likely since the back of her panties were wet from sitting. I whispered, “It’s wet behind.” She groaned and then just chose to sit back down in her desk. She grabbed students’ attention. “Alright, all that is left is the conclusion at the back of the packet, please work on that for the last ten minutes of class and when you’re done you can turn it in in the basket at the front table. I’ll dismiss you when class is out.” She spent the rest of class sitting in her own puddle, pretending to be working on her computer. Fortunately for her, no students had any questions to get her attention, and the last ten minutes went by without a hitch. When the bell rang, she dismissed the students from her desk and eventually the room was empty of everyone but us. She swung her chair around and as she faced me I saw a glimpse of her white panties, the crotch wet and stained. She looked down mournfully. “I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” At this point, this was the third accident I had witnessed and I was also personally thrilled, so I wanted to comfort her. “Please. It’s okay. I’m glad no one found out. In fact, I can help you clean this up if you’d like.” She shook her head. “Please, no. Just don’t mention this to anyone.” “Of course. Your secret is safe with me.” She looked visibly relieved and got up to hug me. I didn’t mention I noticed some droplets falling off her dress onto the ground when she did so. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as well, which I chalked up to cultural differences, but a little bit of me wished I made a move in one of the future times I observed her, or after I was done evaluating her teaching. I never did in that instance, though, and we both never mentioned that incident again. The next teacher I observed having an accident was Ms. Danvers. She was a short brunette with straight hair and a soft heart. I liked her a lot and students did, too, though I think a class with a lot of behavioral issues would run right over her. I also liked Ms. Danvers because she occasionally flirted with me, honestly. I had observed her multiple times before this particular incident. She would comment that I looked too handsome to have been promoted to administration but also said it’s a good thing I wasn’t a teacher anymore because the girl students would have crushes on me. I was kind of surprised she said those kinds of things, but I certainly didn’t complain. I usually just awkwardly smiled back, though I would occasionally compliment her outfits. The day she had an accident she was wearing a patterned blue and white jumpsuit with a cardigan that was long enough to cover her butt. It was conservative but I thought she looked cute in it. When she entered the class and saw me before class started, she gave me a hello and a wink. Ms. Danvers wasn’t obvious about her desperation while talking to students, but whenever they were doing independent or group work, she sat at her desk and crossed her legs and shoved her hands in her crotch. I was sitting in the back, so I could see her holding her crotch, but the students couldn’t. I should have given feedback that she shouldn’t just sit there and she should circulate among the students, but given the circumstances I let it slide. Despite her obvious desperation at her desk, the class went without incident until the “exit ticket” (the end of the class quiz to make sure the students learned something that day). She stood in front of the class and gave instructions. As she did, her knees buckled slightly and she stuttered her instructions. She got through them without students questioning her, though, and quickly walked up to me. She whispered to me, “Oh my god, I think I just peed a little.” I couldn’t believe she was so open with me. I looked down and saw a small spot the width of a dollar bill. “Yeah, but I don’t think anyone will notice. Class is over in five minutes, you got this.” I paused for a second but remembered regretting never making a move with Ms. Cruz. I added, “Plus, you look cute when you’re desperate.” I almost regretted saying that immediately. Fortunately, she seemed to brighten up and went back to circulating the classroom. When class was over and she dismissed them, she walked back to me. When the room was empty and it was just us, she crossed her legs and buckled her knees. “Oh my god, I’m about to wet myself.” I no longer knew how much of this was truth and how much of it was her flirting with me, given my last comment. “You made it, though.” “Well, almost. I gotta hear your feedback first.” Hmm… Definitely flirting with me. I told her to sit next to me. As I talked through my notes and advice, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and thrusted her hands into her crotch, leaning over. I couldn’t help but feel myself get excited as I tried to remain professional. I was almost done walking through my notes when she interrupted me. “Please. Can you walk me to the bathroom as you wrap up your comments? I don’t know if I’ll make it.” “Uhh…” I realized a certain something would be obvious if I stood up. She looked me in the eyes. “Please?” She took off her cardigan and then stood up and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up, wincing as she likely peed a little bit more. She noticed the obvious bulge and raised an eyebrow before leading me out the classroom. She peeked out and saw it was clear. From behind, I could see visible wet spot as well. She gestured for me to follow her and said, “Alright, what else were you going to say?” “I was pretty much done, I was just going to summarize by saying you present yourself as relatable and approachable for the students, which is great, though if you had a tougher classroom to manage you should think about what your procedures are with more disruptive students.” She nodded before gasping and grabbing her crotch. She turned to me - we both looked flustered. She grinned at my reddening face and said, “I have to come up with procedures for this disruptive adult that visits my classroom every month. He says he’s here to give me feedback but it seems he’s always just looking at my butt…” I was mortified that I had been so unprofessional all year, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind and she flung open the bathroom door and pulled me in. She led me into a closed off stall usually reserved for people with wheelchairs and locked the door before kissing me. “What do you think of my procedures now?” I returned the kiss. “I think they’re quite effective…” She gasped again and pulled back. “I just peed a little again… Help me take this off.” I saw the wetness had traveled halfway down her thighs and was very visible in the front. When she turned around the wet spot was similarly large beneath her butt. I unzipped her jumpsuit and she began to wriggle out of it. As she pulled it down with some struggle, I could hear a hissing start and the moment the jumpsuit cleared her butt she sat down, light blue boyshorts still on, and she peed straight through her panties into the toilet bowl. I was hard as a rock at the sight, and she could tell. She unzipped my pants and pulled it down and began stroking me. There were all sorts of ethical questions running through my head, but I was lonely and too astonished at my luck to dwell on them. When she was done peeing, I pulled her off the toilet, sat myself down, and sat her down on my lap and began to finger her. When she was ready, I pulled her panties to the side and we fucked right there on the toilet. I fingered her as we fucked, more to try to make sure she came as fast as possible because there was no way I would last. After just a couple minutes, she came hard, and I felt more spurts come out of her and run down me before I came as well. We sat there for a while, panting, before she pulled off me and readjusted her underwear, which were soaked in the front and back. She pulled up her jumpsuit, which were still obviously wet. I zipped her up. We snuck back to her classroom and she tied her cardigan around her waist. We didn’t mention that day again for a while, but after the school year was done and there wasn’t a conflict of interest (that day aside…), we dated for a year until she got a job at a different school district far away. A few weeks later, I observed Ms. Okafor. She was a tall Nigerian woman and curvaceous and skinny at the same time. She really fit the modern beauty standards, wearing a black dress much tighter than Ms. Thompson. I thought it was just a tad too revealing, as I could see a clear outline of her underwear (full cut panties) and a small bit of cleavage, but it wasn’t to the point of making a comment in my feedback. Frankly, it probably would look looser on Ms. Cruz or Danvers, Okafor’s body just really filled it out. I couldn’t help but check her out. Ms. Okafor’s desperation was a bit different. I didn’t really notice anything except that she was stiff until she was standing in front of me giving instructions halfway through class. I couldn’t help but look at her butt a couple times and the tightness of her dress gave away that her butt was tightly clenched. In fact, during the next activity, she stood in front of me yet again to give instructions and I thought I heard underneath her voice the sound of a low whistle before smelling a clear fart. She walked away quickly. She went through class without incident until she brought the students back from their activity for a full group discussion. I stood by the front door so she faced the students but her back was to me. As she stood and engaged with student answers, I thought I saw her butt unclench just slightly. It was subtle, but I thought I saw the fabric of the dress right where her legs met under her butt stretch just a little bit. She kept engaging in conversation as if nothing was happening, but I could also see a small stream roll down her right leg and a couple droplets form on the ground. She quickly wrapped up the conversation and directed students to do the exit ticket. She clearly hadn’t let out much pee, as aside from the momentary stream and a couple of droplets, I saw no more evidence of her accident. She walked to her desk, which was also at the front of the classroom facing the students, and leaned over her materials, probably pretending to be busy. When she walked towards her desk and as she bent over, from my angle across the room by the entrance I could see more hints of the bulge, though I did not smell anything and there was no stain. When five minutes were up, she dismissed the students and stayed at her desk, saying goodbye from that position. After they had all exited, I walked up to her at her desk. Standing in front of her, I could faintly smell poop, but it wasn’t overpowering. “Hey, good job running class today. I have my feedback written up, want to talk through today or want me to email and we can talk more after the next shadowing?” She feigned tiredness. “It’s been a long week, could we do the full meeting next time? I appreciate the feedback.” “No problem, I’ll shoot you a follow-up email.” With that, I departed, and I pretended I noticed nothing throughout the rest of the year. That wasn’t the only messing accident I witnessed. A year later, after Ms. Danvers and I broke up, I observed Ms. Hansen. She was a brunette with a pretty face and a surprisingly large butt. She was a fiercely strict teacher but by the end of the year earned the respect of her students. Her demeanor made her accident so surprising to me. It was first period and she had entered the classroom in a surprising rush, since she was usually so prepared (which is tough for a first year teacher). She was wearing a white top with the shoulders exposed, seemingly the fashion of recent years, and a blue skirt that was rather modest but still showed off her butt. Her hair was in a quick ponytail and I surmised she must have been in a hurry this morning. The situation reminded me of Ms. Batista. I could tell Ms. Hansen was desperate because she occasionally hunched over and her face showed a level of pain sometimes. That being said, she kept on a brave face as she instructed the class. Like Ms. Batista, she then directed them to get to work, though as a math class they worked independently rather than in a group. After standing awkwardly, seeming undecided on what to do, Ms. Hansen walked over to the corner I was in. Her classroom was a tight fit and filled to the max, so my corner was the furthest she could be from students. She stood beside me, pretending to watch the class, but I soon heard it - the telltale sound of crackling as she pooped. I eyed her butt and I thought I could get the faintest hint of a bulge pushing back her skirt, but with the flexible fabric and outfit choice, it really wasn’t noticeable aside from the quiet sounds. She stood still as a statue while this happened. I could start to get a whiff of it towards the end, but she quickly walked away like nothing was wrong (maybe a little bow-legged) and carried on the lesson. I couldn’t believe she had gotten away with THAT and could carry on a lesson, but you really wouldn’t have noticed except the faintest scent when she came close. After class was finished, she had a prep period after so didn’t have to go teach another class. When the room was empty of students, I asked, “Great job today. Do you want to talk through my feedback or have me just email you?” She said, “Umm… email me. I gotta… well… clean up.” I raised an eyebrow. I decided to be blunt to see what would happen. “You mean from when you… pooped standing next to me?” She blushed and froze for a second before deciding to be blunt as well. “Yeah.” She looked around and closed the door to her classroom. “I… Umm… I’ve had issues with making it some days, I don’t have a prep break some days so I…” She trailed off and pulled up her skirt to show her point she pulled up her skirt to show a diaper, to my shock. They were clearly yellowed in the front, so she must have peed them as well. “I didn’t have time this morning to go, so I was pretty certain I couldn’t hold it, I always have to go in the morning, so I just put this on today.” After a moment’s shock, I said, “Wow, thanks for being willing to tell me. That’s actually brilliant, I’m surprised more teachers don’t do that. Well, maybe they do and I just didn’t know. So many teachers have schedules that don’t give them breaks.” She looked relieved that I wasn’t judgmental. She pulled out a second pair out of her bag, gave me a wink, and then put them back in her bag to take to the bathroom to change. I wished I could change her, but I didn’t want to come across like a creep and just gave her a smile and headed out. That same year, I observed Ms. Beverly. Ms. Beverly was an excellent first year teacher and developed good connections with the students and she was the first teacher I witnessed (and only, I believe!) having an accident in front of students and getting caught. That was probably because Beverly, a curvaceous blonde, was wearing white work pants. White was a risky color - I could practically see the white thong underneath under the harsh fluorescent school lights. She probably didn’t know it was visible when she dressed. I could see her tap her foot incessantly throughout class and pretty obviously clench her butt (though the students usually didn’t have a view of her from behind) throughout, but I thought given how obvious an accident would be in white pants she would swallow her pride and ask me to sub for her if she really needed to go. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She made it until she was giving instructions for the end of class quiz. As she stood in front of the class, I could see in real time her bowels give up, her cheeks unclench, and a turd slowly push aside her thong and begin to push her white slacks back, staining them brown. A bulge formed as the poop curled up along the left thigh, not held in by the thong at all. Her voice sounded strained and she stuttered a bit, but she bravely tried to finish her instructions. Unfortunately, as she pooped, she seemed to involuntarily pee a bit (I could see wetness spread beneath her cheeks and start running down her thighs) and I heard gasps from students as they must have seen a wet spot begin to form and spread. She finished her instructions a couple seconds later but no one was paying attention. One student shouted, “Ms. Beverly, did you piss yourself?!” Students in unison began jeering and chattering, not directly making fun of her but clearly in shock at what they witnessed. Ms. Beverly began backing away, trying and failing to tell students to get to work. She clearly didn’t want to show her behind to the students. As she went past me, I could see she was almost in tears. I stood up and walked up to her. “I’ll take over, don’t worry.” She nodded and I got the students back at attention. “You heard her instructions, you have ten minutes left, get to work!” With some individual redirections, everyone eventually quieted down and got to work. I didn’t see Ms. Beverly again, and last I heard she had quit and became a paraprofessional at a different school with the hopes of building her confidence again to go back into teaching. I sent her an email wishing her well and extolling the virtues of her as a teacher, which she understandably never responded to.
  14. 1 point
    I've recently moved in with a girlfriend. (I've been dominated by males up to now) She is not into Omo yet, but I'm working on it!. One of many turn-ons I have since being with her is listening to her pee, usually without her knowing. I listen outside the bathroom door. A couple of times she's come to the bathroom when I'm there, brushing my teeth before bed or something similar. She'll say summat like sorry I'm bursting and sit on the toilet and go. I find this a real turn on, but haven't told her yet!
  15. 1 point
    Even though I'm kind of new to Vocaloid I would say Meiko (I'm not sure if she is perverted or not but she does have a slightly revealing outfit)
  16. 1 point
    The School Trip - Part 5 Lula turned the radiator on full and placed the soaked shorts over the top. They were saturated and dark grey from the shower and the material clung to the metal radiator. They smelled like strawberries now, at least. Lula felt rushed and panicked. Despite there being quite a bit of time before they were all expected at breakfast, Lula couldn’t relax. So much had happened. Her mind was racing. She hurriedly dressed into some tighter fitting blue jeans which had slight tears over the knees, and a baggy light pink, cream, and dark grey striped jumper. She’d also put on her black and yellow Halestorm ‘I Like it Heavy’ T Shirt for an extra layer of warmth. Lula sat on the edge of her bed fumbling with her hands. She was wide awake, elated, excitable. She kept recalling what happened last night over and over again. The memory of being in bed with another person sent a shiver down her spine. Lula couldn’t stop feeling flustered and red in the cheeks. The feeling of the morning’s wetting and the explosion of all her sensations was feeling what Lula could only compare to what she imaged a drug high would. *Vrrbbt vrrbbt* Lula jumped and skipped a breath. She grabbed and unlocked her phone. Rosie: “BITCH WHAT HAPPENED?” Rosie: “DON’T IGNORE ME” Rosie: “WAKE UP” Rosie: “HAAAAAYYYYYY” Rosie: “OH NO” Rosie: “ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?” Rosie: “STOP LOOKING AT HER PHONE TOM” Rosie: “BE NICE TO MY LULA” Lula: “I’m in my room” Rosie: “WHAT DID YOU NOT GO?” Rosie: “WELL?” Rosie: “DO I ASSUME YES?” Rosie: “I’M GOING TO ASSUME YES YOU DEVIL” Rosie: “YOU A WOMAN” Rosie: “A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO DON’T NEED NO MAN” Rosie: “WELL ONE MAN” Lula: “…” Rosie: “WTH DOES THAT MEAN?” Rosie: “I’M COMING TO YOU” Lula: “Wait” Silence. Lula was not at all prepared for such an explosive conversation so early. *knock knock knock knock knock knock* Christ. Lula got up off the bed and shuffled over to the door. The moment she pulled the handle down Rosie barged inside and grabbed Lula by the shoulders. “What. Happened?” Lula didn’t… couldn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Her face went bright red. Her cheeks puffed from her helpless grin. Rosie’s eyed widened. “YOU DID!” “Shhh. Shh” Lula tried to calm Rosie. “You did, you went. What happened? Tell. Me. Everything” Rosie began to push Lula back towards the bed and they both sat down. Lula couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off her face. She attempted to sink inside her jumper but only got as far as hiding her hands in the sleeves. “Seriously. You have to tell me” Rosie had grabbed one of the unused pillows and leaned into it whilst sitting crossed legged on the unused duvet. She quickly realised. “You made your bed already?” Rosie questioned. Lula didn’t respond. Rosie gasped. “YOU STAYED?” she exclaimed with wide eyes. Lula’s lips tightened as she lowered her head and looked up at Rosie, fiddling with her sleeves. “DID YOU…?” Lula shook her head. “GOOD BECAUSE HE’S OLD” Lula tilted her head and frowned. “He slept on the floor?” Lula shook her head again. “You little whore, tell me more” “Shut up” Lula finally replied. “Um. Excuse me. You have to tell me. It’s like… the rules?” “The rules?” “YES. The RULES. Does he have a cute butt?” Rosie paused and didn’t blink after asking. “What. No. I didn’t see…” “WHAT DO YOU. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T SEE HIS BUTT?” “I didn’t” Lula blushed. “DID YOU SEE HIS…?” Rosie opened her hands and moved them forwards and backwards in a suggestive motion. “What. Hmph” Lula coughed, “No?” “WHAT DO YOOUU MEANNNN WHAT. HMPH. NO?” “Well… no?” “Tell me your secrets girl!” Rosie begged. Lula shook her head smiling. She knew that honestly she didn’t have much to admit. If anything, she was feeling calmer in herself seeing Rosie get excited for her. Rosie huffed. “I. Am. Going to a pee. YOU wait there and THINK about last night” Rosie pointed at Lula as she threw aside the pillow and side stepped around the bed. Rosie closed the bathroom door behind her. Lula’s heart sunk. Fuck. My shorts. She’ll see. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Oh no. A few minutes later Rosie emerged from the bathroom with a raised eyebrow. Ahhhh she saw them. Fuck. “Full of surprises” Rosie poked. “No?” “Don’t you no me” Rosie responded sharply, slowly creeping across the room before regaining her position on the bed. “…No?” “The shorts?” Rosie asked, pointing back towards the bathroom shaking her head in confusion. Lula’s face went a darker shade of red. “You said you didn’t…?” “We didn’t” “Then what…?” Rosie’s tone had shifted. She was less excitable and more curious. “Nothing” Lula lied. Rosie raised her eyebrows. “Nothing?! Why are they soaked and on the…? You know what don’t answer. I have a game” “A game?” “Yes. A Game. I won’t pee allll day until you tell me everything that happened” “What that’s stupid” “You’re stupid. Tell me? Tom? The shorts?” Lula shook her head again. “Then I won’t pee. My life. My social status. My bladder. You’re in control. You can release me only if you tell me what happened” She’s lying. This is stupid. She, of all people, can’t hold all day. Why does she have to be so pushy? Nah, definitely lying. Lula shook her head again. “Fine. You’ll see” Rosie smiled, “Breakfast?” she asked enthusiastically. The girls made their way downstairs in silence. Rosie had a skip in her step. Lula was quietly confident. She still felt on top of the world. She felt happy and oddly mature. The dining area was open and bright. The walls were painted white full of wooden wicker ornaments and photo frames. The room was aptly themed for the coast, with pictures of the beach and local landmarks. A small boat’s anchor was perched in the corner of the room. Draped in a fishing with fake seaweed and shells. The floor was a tiled brick pattern which would have been cold to touch. The breakfast was a buffet with a selection of cereals, pastries, fruit, cold meats, bread rolls, and juices. The was gentle chatter throughout the room. Small conversations here and there. The teachers were walking amongst the groups, asking how people were, making sure the Year 11’s were keeping up with their notes. Rosie purposefully slurped at her cereal whilst maintaining eye contact with Lula. “Stop it” “Tell me?” “No” *schluurrrp* Lula winced at Rosie who smiled back, dribbling milk from her lips. To distract herself from Rosie, Lula looked up and around the room. She saw Tom over Rosie’s left shoulder in the corner of the room. He was already looking at her. Both of their faces went a shade redder having locked eyes. Lula quickly looked back down at her bowl. Rosie noticed and looked behind her. “THE TENSION” She whispered loudly. “Shut up” Lula giggled. “Well?” “Nope” “Fine. I’m having another drink” Rosie scoffed and strutted away from the table. Lula noticed that Rosie had on her second pair of jeans. Maybe she couldn’t stand to wear the one’s from yesterday. Maybe they were still drying out. They’re blue though. LIGHT blue. IF she’s not joking around… she wouldn’t be able to hide it. She has to be joking though. Rosie’s jeans were in fact a baby blue and faded down the front of each leg. There was certainly no hiding it if she was to keep her promise and Lula was adamant in saying nothing. The students were given a 10 minute warning to be upstairs as they all began to finish off their breakfast. A clambering of plates and cutlery were piled onto trays by the servery and everyone flocked up the stairs to the reception. Lula flinched as she felt her hand be grabbed in the crowd. A thumb quickly swiped its way over her palm. The fingers pulled gently out of her grip as people barged past. As she looked up, Lula made out the back of Tom’s body. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie which looked both comfy and warm. Her hand fizzed. Her fingers felt loose. There was only half of the days’ worth of activities left to do before getting the coach back home. It was only a short trip after all. The Year 11’s were expected to go back to the beach and research some… stuff. Lula wasn’t really listening. Everyone else was given the morning off since they weren’t taking the exam. They had free reign of the town centre for about two and a half hours. Exciting. After a short but brisk walk to a different beach the teacher laid the ground rules: Stay in the town centre, stay in two’s as a minimum, come back here if you’re lost, call the emergency number if there’s a problem, don’t go near the sea, and don’t take sweets from strangers. “You’re all representing the school, even when you’re not in uniform, so I don’t want to hear anything bad come back to me, okay?!” Everyone gave a half-assed ‘yes’. As groups of people began to disperse, Lula just looked at Rosie who seemed all so contempt. “So where to my mystery friend?” Rosie asked. “I don’t know” “Come on, girl! Last night you made a good decision, right? Now make another one” Lula frowned. “Just walk? See what there is?” Lula shrugged. “You” Rosie pointed at her, “are boring” Lula nodded. “BUT you’re not. Tell me?” Lula shook her head. Rosie grumbled. “Fine. We’ll go this way then” The girls spent an hour and a half wandering around the main roads and up and down the cobblestone streets. They browsed souvenir shops, a few independent art galleries, stopped at a café for a hot chocolate each, spent money in a sweet shop, ate at a chip shop… drank, at a chip shop. Rosie kept pushing for information. Lula kept quiet. The clear morning had turned overcast during the girls’ activities. They realised they had about half an hour to get back to the meeting point beside the beach. They had explored nearly every back street and tiny, quaint shop. “These streets are cute” Rosie admired. “Yeah” agreed Lula. “I actually need to get back. I need to pee badly” “Well you could have gone all day, don’t blame me for your stupid game” “It is your fault though” “Seriously, Rosie. Just go somewhere” “Not the rules” Rosie joked. “What rules?” Lula was getting louder; admittedly more annoyed. Lula felt the occasional rain droplet on her head. “I don’t know what you’re hiding. That’s why I have to do this” she joked. “You don’t have to do anything. This is more like… blackmail?” “Not blackmail. It’s a threat” Rosie laughed. Lula didn’t respond. They carried on walking down an unstable cobblestone street. Rosie was evidently shaking and bobbing as she walked. A slightly salty smell filled the air as the rain started to pick up. “Seriously, go in McDonald’s in a minute” Rosie shook her head. Lula couldn’t tell if she was finding this fun or what she was getting out of it. She admitted last night she hates any social humiliation so she wouldn’t dare attempt to wet like this. What was she doing? “It’s almost like you want to” Lula plucked the courage to say. “Want to what?” “Want to pee” “I do want to” “No I mean… like you’re making sound like you want to” “Want to… pee, I do!” “No… pee… yourself?” Lula quivered whilst saying it. There was a silence. The sound of cars became louder as they walked out from between the tightly packed buildings and cobblestone alley. The sound of the waves could be faintly heard ahead of them across the beach. The cover of the buildings either side of the narrow alleyway seemed to be sheltering them from the rain. Out on the main road it was a steady rainfall. The sky above the sea was an angry grey. God, I hate saying anything like that out loud. Ugh. The two didn’t speak for the rest of the walk down the main road towards the meeting point. There was a sense of awkwardness. Lula was awaiting Rosie’s reply but for once she seemed to have stunned her into silence. The sound of the rain pattering against the concrete was louder than the faint waves across the beach. Shallow puddles had started to form against the curbs. Lula huffed as she shivered him her jumper. “I didn’t think to bring a jacket” she admitted, her hair getting wetter. “Shame” Rosie muttered, pulling up her own hood. Lula noticed she was occasionally squeezing her thighs together as she walked. “Why are you doing this?” Lula asked. “Tell me then?” “What if I actually don’t want to?” “I thought you would” Rosie replied, slowing down pushing her hands into her crotch before walking at a normal pace again. “You’re actually going to piss. Just go somewhere” Lula felt she needed to mother Rosie. “I’m fine” she winced. “Well… you’re not?” “Well… your fault” Rosie winced once again. Lula sighed. Lula felt her jumper become baggy and heavy as it fell victim to the rain. The waves were picking up as they walked towards the group of students a few shops ahead. “Rosie, Lula! Thank you for coming back. Just a few more now” stated Mrs. Jones, ticking her sheet as the girls approached. “Hope we’re not waiting long” Rosie admitted. “You’ve literally done this to yourself. Not fun now?” Lula was still feeling confident from this morning. She had successfully withheld all information and was now one step ahead of Rosie. It felt nice. “Honestly. No” Rosie admitted once again, obviously in a bit of pain. “Well we’ll go back soon to get our bags” Lula tried to comfort her. “…Yeah” Rosie said quietly, her hands in her crotch. Not five minutes had passed and the final few students still hadn’t met with the group. The rain had continued to pick up and the teachers realised not all the students had dressed for the weather. “Right, everyone that’s here, go back inside. You have until half past to pack your stuff, keep the rooms tidy please. Meet back in reception at half past for the coach. Go. Off you go” shouted out Mrs. Jones. “Thank Christ” Rosie muttered. The students managed their way across the road and into the hostel. Lula felt a comforting rush of warm air as she walked into the building. It was nice to be in the dry. Rosie’s face seemed sore from wincing. She had a look of worry in her eyes. In the bustle of the crowd, everyone but Lula and Rosie were left in reception. They had all pretty much sprinted off. Rosie was struggling to move quickly. She was exhaling and making ‘oh’ sounds as she walked. “Lule’s” she said. “What?” “I actually don’t think…” she began to admit. “Rosie, not here” Lula ordered, for both their sakes. “Hey!” Lula heard a voice from behind her. Shit. Not now. Why now? Lula turned to see Tom, wet from the rain. His hair was stuck to his forehead and the top of his hoodie was a darker shade of grey. “Hi” Lula responded quickly. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah. Sorry… We need to…” “Oh, sorry” Tom thought Lula was trying to avoid him. He could sense urgency in her voice. “No I don’t want to… not want to… I want to but… we… I… we have to go” she was trying to not let Tom know the situation whilst not trying to seem like a bitch about walking away. She wanted to stay and talk with him, so much. “It’s okay” he said slowly. His smile started to reduce. Uuughhhhh. Why now!? “I can’t” Rosie murmured, leaning against the door leading to the stairs. She was leaning forwards quite a lot with one hand over her abdomen. Supporting her weight against the wall, she shuffled over towards the lift. “You… you’re only up one floor right?” Tom asked, seeing Rosie struggle. Fucckk. Please stop asking. Just go for now? Pease? “Yeah” Lula admitted awkwardly, following behind Rosie slowly trying not to make it awkward that she was walking away from Tom. Rosie pressed the button and a loud ding sounded. The lift door slid open. Rosie clambered inside. Lula darted round too and rapidly pressed the button for the doors to close. “Okay bye…” Lula heard Tom say as the doors clunked together. The sound of his voice fading hit her like a brick. Ohhhhh, fuck sake. Please don’t hate me. “Lula…” Rosie whispered. Lula barely heard her. As Lula turned from facing the doors she saw Rosie curled forward over herself. Her backside was leaning against the wall of the lift, her knees were together and her feet slightly apart. “Nearly there!” Lula encouraged. Rosie shook her head. She sniffed. Is she crying? Oh no… Please no… The girls shuddered as the lift jolted upwards. Rosie sniffed again twice. Rosie slid her head downwards some more and covered the back of her hair with her arms. Lula literally had a front row seat. A trickled of darkness slithered down the inside of her light blue jeans to her knees. From her knees some droplets hit the carpeted floor. The dark trickle stain increased in size as her legs began to glisten. *DING. First Floor* The lift jolted again as it stopped. The doors slid open. Lula exhaled sharply. She palmed the buttons so nearly all the floors lit up She rapidly tapped against the button to close the doors. They began to slide close. The lift jolted. As Lula turned around Rosie hadn’t moved. The sound of droplets hitting a soft surface had begun and she was squatting lower every other second. There was no salvaging her jeans. It was obvious what was happening. Lula just stood there speechless. There was nothing she could do to help her friend. She hated to think how Rosie was feeling. The lift had been going for longer than last time. The sound of the pee hitting the floor had stopped. Rosie slid back against the wall and her backside hit the floor. Her knees were up and her feet against the wet carpet. Her head was still in her hands. She was completely silent. Lula could see Rosie’s crotch was saturated. Her jeans creased against her skin and crotch as her legs wobbled with the movement of the lift. *DING. Fourth floor* The lift jolted and the doors slid open. “No. nononono” Lula muttered and attacked the button once again. The doors slid close. The lift moved up again. Oh fuck. What did I press? The lift was going to stop at another two floors before it would go down. Oh shit. I’m so sorry Rosie. What can I do…? “We’ll get you back, Rosie” Lula said calmly, despite her nervousness. Rosie said nothing. “I’ll make sure no one comes in. I… panicked and pressed a few buttons. We’ll be back soon” Lula felt horrible admitting that. The doors slid together and the lift moved once again. Another floor later it stopped, dinged, and the doors opened. The seconds droned by like minutes as the doors remained open. Rosie didn’t move. She didn’t make a sound. When the doors open, Lula stood guard, tapping the close button. The moment the doors closed she couldn’t help but turn and see Rosie’s accident. Seeing someone else wet was… interesting? Not the same as watching videos online. Seeing it was different. So real. There was significantly more humiliation involved in seeing it for real. Lula began to remember the time in the woos when Rosie squatted and wet in the bushes. That was in secret though. And the time in the taxi… that was mostly in secret. This was so open and unknown. Lula’s heart thumped. She couldn’t imagine being in Rosie’s shoes right now. After another floor of panic, Lula manically tapped the button to get back to the first floor she could rush Rosie back to her room. Does she even have another pair of jeans? Oh shit. There was a shift in motion as the lift began to go down instead of up. The drone of the lift moving was all that could be heard. Lula was clenching and unclenching her fists. She wished she could sit with Rosie but she knew she had to watch the door and make sure it was clear when they opened. *DING. First floor* The lift jolted and the doors slid open. “This is it Rosie, come on!” Lula said with urgency. She peeked her head around the doors. The corridor was clear. “Come on!” Lula said louder. Still looking down the corridor, she head a rustle as Rosie helped herself up. Lula wanted to look but knew she had to keep watching out. She moved her right hand behind her and attempted to one hand clap. She felt Rosie’s hand take hers. Lula pulled Rosie from the confinement of the lift and out to the right. It didn’t sound like people were around. She halted at the right turn. Lula peered around. No one. Cool. Lula paced forwards again and felt the pull of Rosie’s weight as she brought her in her stride. A few steps down the carpet and a laughter could be heard. Rosie’s hand tightened around Lula’s. Lula lost her breath. She increased her pace and flung her body round the next left corner. Rosie darted in front of Lula and hid at the wall to her side. Lula felt Rosie tug at her hand. Lula looked over. Rosie’s hair had been messed up where she’s held her head in her hands. Her eyes were bloodshot red and tears had wet her cheeks. She shifted her head to the left as if to say follow me. Lula nodded. Rosie pulled Lula forwards. Lula looked down to see the dark, wet backside of Rosie’s jeans. The stream had completely covered the back of her legs. It was almost as if they were supposed to be that shade of blue from where she was looking. They sprinted down the corridor past a few rooms, their feet thumping as they moved with urgency. Lula felt a bit disorientated. These corridors were laid out with long stretches and corners as the rooms were in blocks of six. Rosie leapt to the right and Lula almost lost her footing as she was pulled around the corner by her hand. She didn’t stop to look. Shit… A few people were walking the same way as them about 10 meters ahead. Rosie immediately halted to a walking pace and Lula instinctively pushed past Rosie to stand in front. This was Rosie’s room at least. Just a few steps ahead. Lula felt Rosie grab her arms and push her forwards. Lula tried not to look awkward as she stepped forwards slowly. The adult woman in front turned around and smiled at the girls. Her own hand was resting on the back of her child daughter who was asking questions. The lady did a friendly laugh and faced forwards again. Lula felt Rosie clasp at her arms with nervousness before she let go, fumble around in her pocket and open the door to her room. Rosie slithered between the door and the wall and slammed the door shut. What the fuck. Rosie…? Lula stood there in silence. Should I… knock? Why would she…? Is she angry at me? For fuck sake. Lula turned and slowly made her way back to her room; unaware of where she stood with Rosie and where she stood with Tom.
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    Here is the second of my stories from this poll: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/52533-which-story-part-2/ . I was inspired by a image I saw on Gelbooru, which I'll link at the end. WARNING: contains strong language and some violence. (If you've seen Black Lagoon, this should come as no surprise). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roanapur, Thailand. You couldn’t find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Between the drug peddlers, arms dealers, and multiple mafia groups, there truly was a flavor of crime for everyone. And yet, for the Lagoon Delivery Company, this place was home. As long as your money was good, they’d deliver any cargo, no matter how illegal, with no questions asked. On this warm tropical evening, the crew was aboard their boat, the Black Lagoon, patiently awaiting the return of one of their own. “Fuck!” groaned Revy, the group’s enforcer. “What’s taking Rock so long?” “Easy there,” said Dutch, the leader of the crew. “He’ll get here when he gets here.” “Whatever,” Revy grunted, opening another beer. “For every minute he’s late, I’m taking more of his paycheck.” “All the same,” said Benny, the crew’s tech guy, “it’s not like him to keep us waiting. You don’t think something happened to him, do you?” “Ah, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Revy jeered. “Wha- I’m not-,” Benny started to retort, but Dutch held up a hand to silence him. A familiar figure was making his way down the docks towards them. Rock, former salaryman and newest member of the Lagoon Company, had returned. “Well, well, well,” said Revy, “he lives and- Jesus!” As she got a better look at Rock, she saw he was in pretty bad shape. His clothes were torn, his face was a mess of blood and bruises, and he was walking with a noticeable limp. “Rock, talk to me!” Revy shouted, annoyed at the concern creeping into her voice. “What the hell happened to you?” “It was those fuckers we were supposed to deliver the package to,” Rock groaned. He paused for breath as Dutch and Benny helped him onto the boat. “I showed up to their headquarters, like I was supposed to. Then I guess they decided they could stiff us. They took the goods, kicked the shit out of me, and sent me back without pay.” “And you didn’t fight back?” asked Revy. Rock smiled grimly, showing off bloodstained teeth. “Revy, there were about fifty of them, all armed to the teeth. I’m not getting paid enough for suicide.” “Well, we can’t just let those assholes get away with it!” Revy snarled. “Nobody tries to fuck over the Lagoon Company and lives!” “Believe me, I’m with you,” said Rock. “But we’ll have to be smart about this.” In the Black Lagoon’s cabin, the crew reviewed their information. “So these guys are holed up in their hideout; an old warehouse on the south side,” Rock explained. “They ordered enough guns to arm a small nation, plus a whole load of drugs.” “Trying to establish themselves as real criminals, huh,” Dutch mused. “They must be new in town.” “I’ll say,” growled Revy, sipping her beer. “They don’t know enough to not fuck with us.” “We’ll show them,” said Rock. “In this line of work, we can’t afford to look weak.” “So I take it there won’t be any backup on this one?” asked Benny. “No,” Rock replied. “We’ll have to handle it ourselves.” “He’s right,” said Dutch. “But it’ll be one hell of an uphill battle. Our best bet is to go in ASAP, while we still know where they are and they’re not expecting us. Revy, you’ll be on point. I’ll cover you with the Remington. Benny, stay here and monitor the comms. We don’t need anyone else getting involved. And Rock… just get some rest, okay?” “Hell yeah,” said Revy with a grin. “Let’s do this!” In her cluttered room, Revy rummaged around until she found what she was looking for: her trusty dual Sword Cutlass pistols. She double-checked them, loaded the magazines, then downed the rest of her beer. As she crushed the can and tossed it in the garbage, she started to feel the effects of her numerous drinks. Not inebriation (she didn’t get drunk easily), but rather a familiar pressure in her bladder. Revy was about to head to the boat’s restroom when there was a knock on her door. “You ready yet, Revy?” asked Dutch. “Sure,” she replied. It’ll be fine, she reassured herself. I can just take a leak once we’re done. During the long walk to the warehouse, Revy could feel her needs getting worse. It wasn’t at leg-crossing, crotch-holding levels yet, but it was enough to make her want to finish the job quickly. Part of her even hoped the goons would give up without a fight. “You okay there?” asked Dutch. “You’re being awfully quiet.” “I was, uh, lost in thought,” said Revy. “Y’know, contemplating the havoc we’re gonna wreak.” Soon, they reached a run-down industrial area of Roanapur. Abandoned buildings and rusted shipping crates dominated the landscape. “Man, what a shithole,” said Revy. “Mm-hm,” Dutch agreed. “Listen, I’m gonna set up a sniping point on that old crane over there. You’re on your own from here on out.” As she continued forward, Revy considered stopping briefly to relieve herself in an alley. She’d done so many times before, usually after a long night of drinking at the Yellow Flag. Not an option, she scolded herself. We’re on a tight schedule here; no time for a fucking potty break. The warehouse itself was fairly nondescript, with multiple entrances and a few catwalks on the exterior. A couple of men were patrolling, and Revy decided to get their attention. “Yo, assholes!” she yelled. The closest man turned to look at Revy, her impressive figure clad in a tube top and what could charitably be described as shorts. “Hey, looks like the entertainment’s here!” he leered. “Hardly,” said Revy. “I’m with the Lagoon Company. You know, the guys you decided to rip off. Now, there are two ways we can do this. You give me the money you owe, or things get messy.” “You’re joking, right?” The man drew an assault rifle and aimed at Revy. “You ain’t getting a penny from us. Now get out before I blow your brains out.” “Option two it is,” growled Revy. She drew her Cutlasses and fired before the man could. Hearing the gunfire, more armed thugs rushed out the doors. Revy fired a few more shots, then ducked behind the nearby wall of a demolished building. “It’s on, fuckers,” she snarled. Sure enough, the rest of the goons opened fire. The flimsy wall wouldn’t protect her for long, so Revy kept moving. She ran to the opposite edge of the wall and fired, scoring two perfect headshots. Scanning her surroundings for more cover, she spotted an overturned shipping container and made a dash for it, diving the final few feet as gunfire narrowly missed her. Revy landed hard and winced as she felt a few drops of urine leak out. Her need to pee was definitely noticeable now, and her bladder was demanding that she empty it soon. Trying to ignore it, Revy popped out from behind cover and fired off two full clips. She didn’t wait and see how many she hit; she was already planning her next move. The next piece of potential cover, a thick concrete barrier, was much too far away for Revy to reach without getting shot. Luckily, sniper rifle shots rang out, letting her know that Dutch was doing his job. Revy dashed for the barrier, firing a few potshots to discourage her opponents. It was sturdy enough to allow her a brief respite, letting her catch her breath and reload. Unfortunately, with that moment’s rest, her urge to pee came back into sharp focus. The pressure in her bladder was becoming unbearable, and Revy desperately wanted to put her hands to her groin and hold herself. However, given that she had a pistol in each hand, this wasn’t an option. Instead, she settled for squeezing her legs together and fidgeting before resuming the shootout. One of the goons, trying to locate the sniper that was harassing them, pulled out his own Remington sniper rifle. Revy took aim at him and fired off six shots. Normally, this would have been enough to kill anything that moved, but Revy was fidgeting so badly that every shot missed. She cursed herself silently before emptying her other pistol, this time hitting her target. Fuck me, thought Revy as she reloaded, now crossing her legs in desperation. This is not going well; I can’t hit shit like this! I gotta piss so fuckin’ bad! Firing at more of the thugs, with barely any of her shots hitting, Revy reviewed her options. She couldn’t keep shooting like this; at this rate, either she or Dutch would end up catching a bullet. And she didn’t exactly have time to take a bathroom break. That meant the only other choice was to- No! Revy interrupted herself. I can’t just piss myself! That’d be humiliating! But if the alternative is getting shot... , said another voice inside her, and Revy realized there was no choice. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what she was about to do. “Fuck my life,” groaned Revy, and she opened her legs and let her bladder relax. It took a moment for the floodgates to open, but when they did, it was like a dam had burst inside Revy’s shorts. Her crotch grew warm as urine flowed out of her, soaking her panties and creating a huge wet patch. Droplets of pee formed trails as they cascaded down Revy’s bare legs and added to the growing puddle at her feet. It was gross, but she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Goddamn, this feels so good! thought Revy in ecstasy. Now where were we? Still emptying her bladder, Revy jumped out from behind the barrier and opened fire. This time, every shot hit its mark and twelve thugs crumpled to the ground. She rolled out of the way of returning fire (drops of pee flew into the air, but she didn’t care), quickly reloaded and fired off another volley. “Alright, alright!” came a panicked shout. Revy looked up and saw a man in a suit on the catwalk holding a large briefcase. “Here’s the money we owe you, just leave us alone!” he yelled. He tossed the briefcase down to to Revy, who opened it to find huge stacks of Thai baht. With one gun still trained on the warehouse, she counted the money and found it was more than the Lagoon Delivery Company was owed. Not that she was going to tell him that. “Good enough,” said Revy. “Now don’t you ever fuck with us again.” “Y-you got it,” the man stammered. He looked closer at Revy. “Wait, did you piss your- aggh!” “I don’t miss twice, asshole,” growled Revy. Clutching the bullet in his shoulder, the man in the suit called out to his surviving henchmen and beat a wise retreat. Cash in hand, Revy made her way back to the crane where Dutch had set up shop. “Mission accomplished,” she called up to him. Dutch grinned at her and climbed down. “Nice work, Revy,” he said. If he noticed the wet patch on her shorts, he was smart enough to not mention it. Police sirens sounded in the distance, and the two of them ran all the way back to the docks. Back aboard the Black Lagoon, Rock was lying on the couch holding an ice pack to his head. “Ah, you’re back,” he commented. “I take it the operation was successful?” “Got that right,” Dutch replied. “We got the money and showed ‘em who’s boss.” “Good, good,” said Rock. “Then that should be the end of our troubles with them.” Dutch went off to check on Benny, leaving Rock and Revy alone. Revy lit a cigarette and sighed. “So how many times does this make that I’ve had to bail you out?” “Revy, I… look,” said Rock. “I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you.” “Pff, don’t mention it,” Revy scoffed. “If someone’s always gotta save your ass, it might as well be me.” “Fair enough,” Rock chuckled. He took a closer look at Revy. “Hey, did you wet your-” Suddenly, everything went black and Rock felt something wet slap his face. He peeled it off and gasped as he saw Revy’s bare ass in his face. She had removed her sodden shorts and panties and thrown them at him. “Compared to the other guy, you got off light,” Revy sneered, flipping him off. She strode off to her room, smirking at Rock’s red face. All in all, it hadn’t been a bad day. THE END --------------------------------------- So here's the aforementioned picture. The link is https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1610851 The text reads: "Shit! Seriously? I fuckin' pissed myself..."
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    @subexpose1983 (on twitter) likes to be exposed, so I requested he hold and pee in his pants tim-green-piss-order.mov
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    ah very very good, was hoping to find some more of her content. Could she do some panty wettings as well please or even if she just pulls her pants down to reveal them?
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    Sorry it took Asuna so long to reach the battlefield. Nature called first.

    © 毒モモ

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    You can as long as you know the source is consensual. If there's no evidence of that, do not post.
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    In the anime Terra Formars, there's a wetting in episode 3. It's animated pretty well actually. But the only problem you might have with it is that it's a fear wetting without any desperation.. It's in the beginning of the episode if anyone's interested though Edit: Just found that someone was kind enough to provide the scene on youtube-
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    This was fun lol these are half jeans I guess (the didn’t show it as much as I liked I was fully soaking and it only appeared a bit these were too absorbent whoops!) Te video won’t upload again I’m going to try it a bit later on my kindle and it it doesn’t work I’ll have to wait to post it tomorrow until then here’s the pictures. I may do more on the weekend but it just depends (I don’t really know if I’m doing it 100% correctly I’m jus messing around. ) F77C01A2-DF3B-4DF7-B620-D13AE5C3D670.mov
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    Version 1.0.0

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    As requested in a thread! I hope it isn't a reupload - if it is, then it has no reason to be re-uploaded.

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    I just love spank-wettings. I do. Don't you? This is sooo close to what I like. In this instance, let's go over the pluses and minuses of this video. Plus: Cute bum over the knee (no doubt). Loss of control during the spanking or in-between a short spank break. Sweet but firm spanking. Knee high socks...... Minus: Too much talk during the punishment. Especially this guy. His voice bothers me (recommended mute after wetting, although her whimpers are fantastic). Small bladder. Panties to knee should be soaked. *Sorry for being an unnecessary critic, but for the love of spank wettings....I must. The positives outweigh the negatives. Please enjoy. Also, please share with me anything in relation to this. pantyspank.mp4
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    Both videos attached. 视频(1).mp4 视频(2).mp4
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    I love age play as a tween because you get to mess around with all those complicated emotions around growing up. Like when a baby wet their diaper it's natural, but when a tween needs to wear Goodnites, she's not acting her age. So much fun potential: )
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    I wouldn't work there. Period. Those are not humane conditions. Organize a strike I'd say, do something about it. Unionize, protest, whatever.
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    That was a fantasmic chapter
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    Here's the next one-shot. “Just a little more… ” Claire muttered, as she dropped a series of varied ingredients into little runic circles she’d etched into a section of her floor. The components necessary for this ritual seemed almost completely random to her, but she’d never been one to question the books. A snip of fox hair here, seven grapes there, and one of the most complicated runes she’d even seen encircling all of it. It had taken nearly a week to carve the symbol and gather the ingredients, but if it worked, it would all be worth it. Opening her spellbook to the proper page, she readied herself to read the incantation when she noticed the dust and dirt adorning her robe. She wanted to look presentable for her guest, and began brushing away any offending patches of dust. She straightened her long, brown hair. She adjusted her glasses. Last but not least, she donned her witch hat, to make a proper first impression. Clearing her throat, she began to read the inscription from her spellbook. They were old, eldritch words that did not roll off of her human tongue very easily. Slowly but surely, Claire could feel an energy begin to permeate the room. The various offerings placed inside the rune circle sank into the floor as if it were a viscous pool. The circle’s center shimmered, and tinged dark red: the color of the plane it reached into. A pair of glowing pink eyes peered at her from the other side, and then their owner was drawn through. Silhouetted against the light of the portal, Claire couldn’t make out very many features of her visitor’s body. It was female, judging by its slender frame. She had tall, slightly curved horns that rose high above her head. Large wings, like those of a bat, sprang from her back. Her eyes, still glowing a bright pink, watched her curiously. When the summoning finally concluded, and the light returned to normal, Claire could finally appraise her guest. She was somewhat smaller than Claire, herself, her horns only barely making up the difference. Her skin was a deep red, her long and wild hair pitch black. Tattoo-like markings covered much of her exposed arms and legs. … And thighs and midriff and cleavage, Claire noticed with a blush. The creature wore what could only be accurately described as black panties and a sort of corset that covered most of her breasts, but left the tops of them and her midriff exposed. The horned visitor smiled, and looked at Claire expectantly. “So… ” Claire finally said, keeping her gaze above her chest, “Can I assume your clothes did not survive the summoning?” The guest laughed at this. It was an impish and childish laugh. “Oh dear!” She said, looking down at her bust and thighs in mock embarrassment, “How humiliating! I’ve arrived before my new master without any clothes!” She leaned back, and covered her face with the back of her hand, pretending to faint, “Oh, woe is me! Woe is poor Pereni!” The young woman stressed her words in a sensual manner that Claire found quite uncomfortable. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter; nobody’s actually going to be seeing you out here,” The visitor, “Pereni,” evidently, seemed genuinely distressed when she heard this. “Huh? Do you mean there’s no one else around here but you or me?” “You’re in my cottage, which is hidden in the wilderness, quite a distance from the nearest settlement. I’d wager it will be quite some time before either of us sees anyone else.” Pereni seemed crestfallen for a moment, before her eyes widened with apparent realization, and she smiled, “My, my, Master, but you’re certainly demanding! You’re saying we have days, maybe even weeks of privacy? Just the two of us, together?” She stepped forward, and pressed her body against Claire’s. “Why, I don’t know if I have the stamina for that, but I’ll certainly try… ” Claire’s cheeks burned bright red, and she found herself momentarily stunned. This was not the stately, regal, gentleman of the Nether she’d meant to summon! She required assistance with her work, and felt sure that this… sex gremlin would be of no help whatsoever. Worse still was that she’d accidentally summoned a succubus. Claire had no interest in bedding women. If it had been an incubus, it would’ve at least been useful for stress relief. In an almost literal way, Pereni’s touch was electric. Part of her succubus magic ensured that any… interaction with her would always be far more pleasurable than similar congress with members of one’s own species. Ignoring it, Claire slowly but sternly pushed the woman away from her. She cleared her throat, and then issued her first command to her new servant, “P-Pereni, I haven’t summoned you to partake in… that.” “What?” The red-skinned woman was actually shocked by the rejection, “Then why did you summon me?” “I really didn’t mean to summon you at all. I was attempting to call out to an elder sorcerer for assistance with a matter of utmost importance.” “Wha- Well, then send me back!” “I’m afraid I can’t. I used special runes in the summoning circle to bind you to my service until my work is done.” Pereni stared at Claire in open-mouthed terror, “You… You mean… I’m stuck here?! I’m stuck here with no one else but you?! And you don’t want to fuck me?!” Practically alone, and nothing to couple with in sight, Claire supposed this truly must be torture for a succubus. “It would seem that way, yes.” Pereni groaned and crossed her arms in frustration. “I really am sorry, Pereni, I had no intention to trouble you. Tell you what, if you can still help me, we can finish my project together and you’ll be able to head home in no time.” “... Fine… ” The succubus begrudgingly agreed. “Excellent, then let’s get to work. This potion isn’t going to brew itself.” ---------- “Explain it to me again, please?” Claire groaned. Four times, she’d had to explain the nature of her experiment to Pereni. “Last time I’m saying it. Magic is very difficult to do; it requires years and years of hard work to be able to do even simple magic. I’ve modified some recipes for enhancement potions- like strength and speed tonics- and I’m trying to get them to permanently endow the imbiber with the ability to cast specific, powerful spells.” “What, you want a bunch of half-baked mages running around with high tier spells?” Pereni raised her eyebrow in confusion as she gently stirred the bubbling contents of a large cauldron that contained Claire’s nascent miracle potion. “No, I want to drink all the goods ones, and then make a ton of money selling the mediocre ones to the wastrels who couldn’t cut it in the sorcery academies.” Pereni’s face lit up, “Ooooh! That’s actually kinda devious! Why didn’t you open with that? Now I’m excited to help you.” In truth, it sounded worse than it really was. Claire already knew many of the advanced spells that could be made this way, and she just happened to be aware of who her biggest customers would be. “That’s good to hear, now… ” She flipped open her very thick and weathered journal in which she’d recorded all of her previous failed attempts to concoct this potion, “I think I’ve narrowed it down to the point I’m only missing a couple key ingredients to get this to work.” Almost as soon as she finished the sentence, Pereni nudged her aside and began reading from her notes, shouting “Lemme see!” She perused them for a short moment before declaring, “Ah! I know exactly what’s missing!” “You do?” Claire asked incredulously. “I’m a high-ranking denizen of the Nether, Mistress, this is childsplay to me.” “Please do not call me ‘mistress’.” Pereni puffed out her cheeks and glared sharply at Claire, “None of my other clients minded when I called them that, Miss Killjoy.” The succubus muttered some quiet, magical words, and held out her hand. In a flash of light, a strange, alien fruit appeared, and she gripped it gingerly. “It’s no wonder you couldn’t figure it out, Mistress, the ingredient you need is called netherbloom. Wanna take a guess at the only place it grows?” “The Nether?” “The Nether,” Pereni confirmed, dropping the fruit into the cauldron. The liquid shifted from green to a sickly pink, and the smell was far too sweet for Claire to have any hope of the brew tasting tolerable. “Go ahead, give it a try!” Using a spoon to extract some of the liquid, Claire brought it close to her lips. Before she drank it, she looked to her new servant suspiciously, “You know that if this kills me, your purpose will never be completed, and you’ll stay here forever, right?” “Mistress, I am offended! I promise you that if I wanted to kill you, it would be in a far more… entertaining manner… ” Pereni narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. Preparing for the worst, Claire drank the spoonful of liquid, and was upset to discover how right she was about not thinking it would taste good. It tasted like chalk that had been laced with sugar. She took a second to thank the universe that she wasn’t born in the Nether, where this kind of stuff was what counted as food. Once she’d forced it down, she began inspecting her body for any changes. She noted with some trepidation that Pereni was watching excitedly. A slight tingle began in her chest, and worked its way down to her stomach. She marvelled at this feeling, wondering if she’d at last found the missing piece of the puzzle. Then, however, the tingle turned into a painful cramping sensation. She winced at the feeling, and clutched her gut. Then the cramp became an urge, and a very desperate one at that. It happened so quickly that Claire barely had time to register what the sensation was, at least until she felt a different sensation in her underwear. Her butt had suddenly become warm and sticky, and she then became cognizant of the fact that she was filling her panties. Her mess rushed out of her, noisily bulging out her underwear underneath her robe. Her waste just kept flowing out of her, until there was well and truly nothing left to expel. Her panties sagged downwards, and there was hardly a movement she could make that wouldn’t cause it to squish against her. Pereni erupted in laughter. “Oh deary me!” The succubus managed to say in between her laughs, “I’ve forgotten that humans aren’t supposed to eat netherbloom! Oh silly me!” She smiled smugly, looking right into Claire’s eyes. “You little runt… ” Claire struggled to say, her voice strained. “Now you listen here, lady!” Pereni used her wings to float a few feet into the air, to seem taller than Claire, “I didn’t ask you to summon me! I can’t help with your magic drink, and I don’t want to! If you weren’t such a crappy mage, this wouldn’t have been a problem for either of us,” She smirked when she said the word “crappy.” “I’m gonna… ” Claire said, but could hardly move as the pain in her stomach intensified. “You’re gonna sit there and crap your pants for the next fifteen minutes, Miss Killjoy,” She pointed her thumb at her chest, “Me? I’m gonna go have some fun while you find the answers to this stupid project of yours alone,” She landed, and ran for the door. “Don’t wait up!” She called out as it slammed behind her. Claire could only watch before falling to her knees. She guessed that Pereni was a younger succubus, and didn’t know the danger she was in. It was quite unwise for netherlings to stray from their summoner; countless people had very lucrative careers centered around hunting them. One as… hyper as Pereni would not last long. Mustering her willpower, Claire swiped her hands in a pattern in front of her, until they glowed a bright green. Bringing her hand to her chest, the healing energy surged through her, quelling the effects of the toxic brew. What it didn’t cure was the load resting in her underpants. She cringed as she stood. Claire knew that Pereni was about to get herself killed, and she knew that she had to hurry, but… The feeling of it was very disgusting. She could hardly bear to walk to her room to change, let alone leave her house in that state. She would go and bring Pereni back, just as soon as she had on clean panties. ---------------------------------------- Pereni chuckled and giggled for several minutes as she glided away from Claire’s house. The look on that snobby little mage’s face when she started soiling herself was priceless. Although her mirth soon faded when she realized that Claire wasn’t lying about them being in the middle of absolutely nowhere. They were on a cliff with a sheer drop on one side, and forest on the other. She thought she might see a town in the far distance, past the sheer drop, but it was too far for her to fly in a single day. In fact, it seemed as though anywhere was too far for her to fly in a single day. There looked to be nothing for miles around, and she had nowhere to sleep. Nothing to eat. No one to eat. Realizing her predicament, she came to stop, and tried to recall any magic that might help her. “Ahhh, why did I never pay attention when the pit fiends were teaching infernal magic?” She cursed herself. Figuratively, not literally- she skipped curse classes, too. “Oh!” She exclaimed, remembering one particularly handy spell. A succubus matriarch once taught her a trick vampiric creatures used to find prey. She brought her hands together, and uttered some ancient, dark words. When she pulled her hands apart, a purple ball floated in the air where they had been. A spike grew out of the ball, pointing in the direction she had just come from- it was tracking Claire. Disappointed, she inspected the other sides of the orb. She was ready to give up when she noticed a tiny little bump pointing off into the woods. Two tiny little bumps. “Jackpot!” she said, speeding off towards her prospective targets. She hoped very dearly that they had food. ---------- Pereni was exhausted when she finally came upon the travelers. She kept her distance, and watched them for a while. It was two women. One of them looked quite a bit more experienced than the other. The more experienced one wore some old leather armor and gray pants. A bow was slung over one shoulder, and a hefty backpack that Pereni was sure had to have food in it somewhere rested on the ground next to her. Her companion seemed rather dainty by comparison. She wore a simple tunic and traveling pants, and the only weapon she seemed to have on her was a little dagger. As a succubus, Pereni needed gratification as well as food in order to survive, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she might be able to knock out both needs at once. Watching the two women, one of them said something that elicited a warm smile from the other, and they embraced each other with a quick hug and kiss. Pereni cursed quietly. If they’d just been friends, she could possibly have bedded one or even both of them; the fact that they were a couple- and a happy one at that- meant it would be much harder to seduce them. More experienced succubi took great pleasure in tempting the most dedicated partners into sleeping with them, but Pereni was not nearly skilled enough to do so. She’d just have to settle for food. Should be easy enough. Formulating a plan, Pereni realized that she’d have to rely solely on deception, as she never bothered to learn any real combat magic. The woman with the bow looked like trouble, so she’d have to really lay on the illusion spells to chase them off. Lucky for her, even the laziest succubus possessed an incredible knowledge of illusion magic. Imagining herself as a much taller, more imposing figure; clad in spiked, black armor (still skimpy, though; some habits don’t die); and wielding a wicked sword with jagged edges, she cast the spell. A purple light shone through the brush, no doubt catching the attention of the young couple. “Wha-” The more skilled of the two scrambled for her bow, “Who’s there?!” She called. With a graceful, mature stride, Pereni emerged from the shadows. Her illusion spell had made her appear as a matriarch- a far more powerful and dangerous creature. The look on both the human women’s faces was proof enough that it had worked. The armored one was clearly unnerved, and the smaller one was shivering. “My, my,” Pereni began, her voice made to sound more intimidating than she could naturally pull off, “What do we have here? Two lost little girls?” “Stay back, whatever you are!” The archer commanded, drawing back her bowstring. She was clearly aiming for Pereni’s head. “Foolish child,” Pereni intoned, “You aren’t going to hurt me with that little toy,” “‘Little toy,’ huh?” The archer launched her arrow. As Pereni had planned, it soared through her illusory head- more than a foot above her actual head, which was hidden by the spell. To the humans, the attack appeared to have been completely ineffective. They couldn’t see Pereni’s actual face, with her eyes wide in alarm. Nor could they see her actual panties, now dampened by a short spurt of pee. Swiftly regaining her composure, Pereni spoke, “A fine attempt, I suppose.” The succubus lifted her conjured sword, as if preparing for a strike. Ooh! Better idea! She thought, as she altered her illusion slightly to make the blade of the sword erupt into flames. The archer reached for another arrow, but fumbled terribly, and dropped it. She took a frightened step back, bumping into her friend that hid behind her. The smaller woman steadied her, but both were clearly only moments from fainting. If there was one thing Pereni could do, it was illusion magic. She took another step towards the couple. Both of them were shaking. A hissing sound filled the air, and Pereni smirked, expecting to see a spreading stain on the smaller woman’s pants. She was surprised then, when she noticed the pee streaming from the cuffs of the archer’s trousers. Given their leather make, no wetness showed on the outside, but she was most certainly urinating hard into them. Droplets, streams, and twin rivers spilled out of her pants, loudly splashing onto the now wet dirt under her. “Ha ha! And here I thought you were the brave one, dear,” Pereni taunted. The archer’s face burned red when she realized what she’d done. With her unoccupied hand, she grabbed at her crotch, and squeezed her thighs together. Pee continue to flow unabated into her pants. Pereni drew close enough to whisper into the woman’s ear, “You know, if you start running now, you just might make it… ” As the words reached them, the two women, mute with fear, turned and sprinted as fast as they could. Pereni’s eyes went wide when she noticed the large bulge in the back of the daintier woman’s pants. Maybe Ms. Archer won’t be so embarrassed after all, huh? She did not envy that the woman had to run to… wherever it was they were running in such heavily soiled panties. “Do all humans just mess themselves at the drop of a hat?” The succubus wondered aloud. Once she was sure the humans were gone, she practically dove towards the backpack they’d left behind. Ripping it open, she rifled through its contents until she came upon a small loaf of bread. She tore into it, not taking the time to relish the bites. ---------------------------------------- “Meredith! Meredith!” The paladin heard her name called. She recognized the voice, too. Sure enough, she emerged from her tent to see the two new recruits running towards her. Their faces were pale, and they looked absolutely terrified. “Where were you two?” Meredith demanded, as soon as they reached her. She sniffed the air, “And what is that stench?” “Mere… dith… ” The recruit with a bow panted, still catching her breath. “Did something attack you? I remember giving you both specific instructions not to leave this campsite without supervision.” “Demon… in the woods… ” The other woman replied. Meredith’s face hardened, and she gripped the handle of her sword, “Is there, now?” ---------------------------------------- “Man, this girl’s such a little softie,” Pereni mused, as she flipped through a small diary she’d found in the backpack. She sat on a pile of stuff that fell out when she’d upended the backpack onto the ground, lazily flipping through the pages. It was also full of little anecdotes and recordings of random things that happened to her. It was also inundated with lovey-dovey trite about her girlfriend that made Pereni gag. Pereni’s giggling stopped when she reached the most recent section. The woman had written about her involvement with a paladin. Apparently she and her partner were to begin to apprentice under a holy knight. That sparked some worry in the young succubus’ heart; paladins were bad news. She’d never truly fought with mortals before, but every demon knew to fear the paladins. Her worry got the better of her, and she once again cast her spell to track nearby people. Performing the short incantation, the orb once again levitated above her hand. As she feared, there was a spike indicating someone’s presence, and not too far from her. “Huh?” She muttered when the orb spun, the psike pointing in a different direction. It spun again, and then began to constantly tilt and turn, the spike shrinking and growing. Something was interfering with her magic. Her throat suddenly felt quite dry. Maybe… Maybe Claire’s house isn’t such a bad place to stay after all… She spread her wings, and lifted herself a few feet into the air, rejuvenated by the stolen food she’d eaten. She was pretty sure she remembered the way back. She just needed to get there before- “Hello there, demon.” A stern and rather unfriendly voice called out. Pereni covered her mouth to suppress a scream of surprise. She spun around in the air, facing a human woman in silver armor. She was tall- very tall. Pereni was short for her age, sure, but this goliath woman stood about twice as tall as her. Long hair so blonde it was nearly stark white hung down to her back. Her body was completely hidden under her armor, but even so, Pereni could tell that woman had quite a bit of muscle to boast. “Um, hello there, miss… ” Pereni struggled to hide her fear, but after only a moment, her fear gave her an idea. With a quick flourish, she landed, and cast another spell. Her appearance shifted once again, to that of a small human girl. Pouring extra magic into the spell, it would also mess with the head of anyone who saw her, causing them to forget that she was ever anything but what the illusion made her look like. She put on her best scared-and-innocent-child look, “Please don’t hurt me, miss!” The paladin narrowed her eyes, then scoffed at Pereni’s disguise. She waved her hand, as if parting a curtain, and the disguise faded away just like that. Pereni quickly inspected her body, verifying that she was back to her red-skinned, horned self. The paladin advanced, drawing her sword. Shit! Shit! Shit! Pereni began to panic internally, trying to think of what to do next. She’d excelled at scaring people earlier, and decided upon trying to scare her attacker away. Using the last of her magic, she cast the most disturbing illusion she could think of. Her body contorted, twisted, and transformed into a vile, demonic monstrosity. “Well, little knight, if you’re so eager to see what I truly look like, I’d be happy to oblige-” The paladin extended her unarmed hand outwards, towards the succubus. Golden light erupted from her palm, striking Pereni like a divine hammer. Her illusion was dispelled instantly, and she was thrown through the air. She landed on her back, dazed and aching. She tried to rise, but was swiftly forced back down by a concentrated stream of holy energy. Like fire, it burned, and Pereni could do little but scream and writhe in pain. “My name is Meredith Eyne, and I will be your end, you vile thing.” The paladin, Meredith, decreed. She strode forward, still smiting Pereni with holy magic. Meredith’s sword radiated deadly energy. Just looking at the weapon, Pereni swore she could feel the sword just wanting to kill her. Her bladder voided in her fear, spraying piss onto herself. Given that she only wore a pair of black panties, there was little to conceal her accident. Her underwear was saturated almost immediately, and a strong stream ran through them. She still was rolling around from the pain of the spell, sending waves of pee over each of her thighs in turn, and causing her to splash around in the steadily growing pool of her own urine. At last, the pain came to an end as Meredith lowered her hand. “Have you no dignity, monster? Netherlings are meant to be made of pride.” Pereni hardly listened, being too relieved that the barrage of scathing magic had ended. Her senses returned to her, and she reopened her eyes. Meredith was standing over her, sword at the ready. The succubus lifted herself up slightly, onto her elbows. She tried to crawl backwards, but she could hardly move. Faced now with the certainty of death, Pereni’s bowels released themselves. Her soaked panties tented sharply before her mess spread across her backside. In the tense silence of the moment, the squelching sound was perfectly audible. Meredith nearly recoiled in disgust at the sight of it. Given what she’d been up to all day, Pereni couldn’t help but wonder if this was simply karma. ---------------------------------------- “Please stop, madam paladin!” Claire shouted, only barely catching Meredith’s attention. She’d arrived just in the nick of time. “Stay back!” Meredith commanded, “She’s a netherling- a demon. I need to put her down.” At the paladin’s feet, a truly pitiful Pereni looked to her with the most pleading eyes she’d ever seen. Even from a distance, Claire could see the puddle around the young succubus’ thighs. “I’m well aware of what she is. I summoned her. She is my responsibility.” This piqued Meredith’s interest. Her hand shimmered with heavenly light, and suddenly Pereni was bound to the ground by golden chains. The paladin stepped away from her, and walked towards Claire. The mage could see that Meredith had no interest in resolving this situation diplomatically. “Consorting with the nether makes you just as irredeemable as the creatures from it, witch.” “Please, miss,” Claire pleaded, in the tone of someone wishing to avoid some small inconvenience, “I don’t want to fight you. That girl is harmless, and she is my assistant.” Meredith looked her over briefly, then lunged forward, sword cutting through the air. In an instant, a pillar of lightning fell from the sky, striking the paladin. When the blinding light had dissipated, Meredith stood still, then began to wobble. Claire had weakened her own lightning spell enough to keep it from killing or seriously harming the paladin. It was most certainly enough to render her unconscious, though. Meredith remain standing for some time, all things considered. Claire noted with some sympathy that urine was streaming through the gaps in her armor. She could hear some rather unladylike noises, and knew that the paladin had just soiled herself as well. That was a shame that Pereni had ensured Claire was acquainted with, and she felt genuinely sorry for the woman. Eventually, Meredith finally succumbed to unconsciousness, and fell over. “I’m sorry, my friend,” Claire said as she walked by the paladin, towards Pereni. Once she reached her, she quickly dispelled the magical chains that bound her. Pereni swung her arms out, and wrapped Claire in a hug. Unlike their previous interactions, there was no sexual suggestion in the act, just pure gratitude. “Are you okay, Pereni?” Claire asked as she helped the netherling to her feet. “I… I think so… ” Pereni attempted to cover the wet stain on the front of her panties with her hands, and faced Claire so that the bulge on her backside was not visible. Claire did her best to avoid staring at the girl’s obvious accidents. “But… how did you find us?” “Easy, I just used a spell to track netherlings.” With no incantation whatsoever, Claire produced a complex series of magical runes in the air above her hand. “And was that lightning from you?” The runes vanished, and in the blink of an eyes lightning crackled between her fingers, “Yes. Although I lessened the intensity of the spell so as not to kill her. Don’t want even more paladins coming after us.” Pereni’s mouth hung open for a moment before she spoke, “But… isn’t that an extremely difficult spell to cast? You can just… do it?” With a lazy flick of her wrist, Claire arced the lightning from her fingers into a random tree. The bark was shredded apart, and the tree was blasted in half. The shocked look on Pereni’s face made Claire chuckle. “I did say I knew most of the advanced spells.” “So um… ” Pereni looked back at Claire, seeming rather uneasy, “No hard feelings about that little prank with the netherbloom, right? Ha ha… ” She tried to play it off as a joke, but Claire could see little trickles of fresh urine running down Pereni’s bare legs. “No hard feelings.” Pereni released a breath, and sighed in relief. A groan from behind Claire reminded them of their guest. Meredith was still out cold, but was stirring. “I still can’t believe you took her out in one hit,” Pereni mused, “But what we actually gonna do about her? She knows we’re out here, now.” “Hmm, good point.” Claire thought for a moment before a solution came to her, “Ah! I know! A dream spell.” “Dream spell?” “It’s as simple as it sounds. It makes you have dreams about whatever you want. I can use it on her, and make her dream that she defeated both of us. She should be dazed enough to not be able to tell that it was only a dream, whenever she wakes up.” Claire started weaving the spell together. She made sure to include an epic battle in which the paladin was struck with a lightning blast. She blushed when she had to weave the bit of the dream where Meredith wet and soiled herself, but she needed to make sure she wouldn’t ask any questions. With a stunning strike, dream-Meredith struck down the evil dream-Claire, and then passed out due to the exhaustion of the fight. The bodies of their dream-selves dissipated into netherfire, leaving no trace of them. “Aaaannnddd… there,” Claire proclaimed as she finished the spell. A short silence passed before Pereni spoke, “So, um… Are you still in the market for an assistant… Mistress?” Claire rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I think I am.” “And, are we ever going to speak of how we both crapped our pants?” Claire’s smile was replaced by an awkward blush, “I think not.” “Then it looks like we have a deal! Now let’s get out of here before she wakes up.”
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    I always drink lots of tea and water at work to stay well hydrated so I'd really struggle with only 4 mins to pee during a whole 8 hour shift. Back when I worked in retail I was entitled to a 30 minute lunch break by law if my shift was longer than 6 hours and then I'd sometimes get a shorter 5 minute break later in the day, unless the store was busy. I'd often end up bursting to piss at least once during my shift especially if I didn't get my 5 minutes in the afternoon, so I'd be stuck serving customers while dying to pee with no chance of relief anytime soon. I often worked 5 hour shifts to cover the busy afternoon period and wasn't actually entitled to a break on these shifts, occasionally I'd be allowed a quick 5 minute break towards the end of the shift so I could relieve myself but on busy days I'd have hold my bladder until the store closed. Speaking of working in retail and toilet breaks, I used to work with a woman who hated using the toilets in the store where we worked and would try to last her whole shift without peeing. She was studying dance at college and was very slim and petite, and she would always drink so much water during her shift that after 5 or 6 hours she would be absolutely bursting to go, visibly flustered and fidgeting with her legs crossed while sitting behind the till or pacing around while stood up serving customers. By the end of her shift she would often be really desperate to pee and her bladder would be so full that it would be noticeably bulging and she would have to undo the top button on her tight black work trousers, hidden underneath her jacket. Even in that desperate state she would rather wait until she got home to the comfort of her own toilet.
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    Great sequence of photos, from dry, to a little issue, to well wetted. Thanks!
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    2 scenes. In the first 2 schoolgirls appear to climb on the roof of a car and then give it a spray wash. The second features 3 schoolgirls who gather around a schoolbag and fill it with pee

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    A request made from Discord Pom, from the game Them fighting herds with a full bladder
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    I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. Behind and in front of us and all around us are cars at a standstill. My bladder is on fire—I must have slept through that rest stop where I was planning to pee. I cross my legs and try to put my mind off of it. Can you really blame me for falling asleep? We’d been at a concert the day before, all of us in a state of chemical, euphoric haze, and barely slept. My throat was parched when I woke up and I’d downed a “repair beer” and a bottle of water. Now, I’m far too sober and all too aware. I kind of wish I’d been drunk and skunked out of my mind, then I might have just let go and not even noticed. “Hey Alex, w-why aren’t we moving?” I ask. My voice breaks and I hate it. I’m in the back seat alone. She’s in front with my other mate Mark. “Don’t know, munchkin,” she says, all sweet. It’s an affectionate nickname and normally I enjoy it, but for some reason it grinds my gears today. I grit my teeth, bite my cheek to take some of the sting out my bladder. “But we’ve been barely moving for the past hour. You were lights out so we just let you sleep.” I shift uncomfortably. I can feel my bladder digging into the waistband of my jeans. They were not ripped when I bought them, but sometime last night, they must have snagged on something, or maybe I just fell down. There’s a hole where the knee was supposed to be and dirt around my ankles. I’m twenty-eight and getting too old for this shit. “Why, something the matter?” Mark asks from the front seat. “I kind of have to pee,” I say meekly. “Scratch that, not kind of. I really, really need to piss quite badly.” “Aw,” Alex says. “We both peed at the rest stop but we just let you sleep through it. Sorry.” “I told you not to have that huge bottle of water,” Mark says. “Oh, fuck off,” I say. The situation is absurd. I give a weak chuckle. It’s one of those if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry situations. I give up on modesty and grip myself between the legs. Better that than piss my pants. Suddenly, the car moves forward. It’s all of five seconds before we’re at a standstill again, but it’s enough. I lean forward involuntarily as the car moves, and when it stops I slam back in my seat. As my butt hits the seat I feel a warmth between my legs. I grip furiously and manage to stem the flow, but my panties definitely feel wet. “It’s started,” I say weakly. “No, we just moved up one spot. Doesn’t look like we’re getting out of this anytime soon,” Alex says. “No, I mean I started… My bladder, I… I just peed myself a little.” “Please don’t pee in my seats,” Alex says. “I’m trying,” I say, gripping myself tighter and scissoring my legs. It feels like I’m packing a balloon in my abdomen ready to pop. “But I might not have a choice if this doesn’t let up. And it’s kind of your fault for not waking me up!” “Sorry,” Alex says again. She cranes her neck back to look at my sorry state, then shakes her head, seems to make up her mind, unbuckles her seat belt and crawls awkwardly between the front seats to sit with me. “Hey, what are you doing?” Mark calls out from the drivers’ seat. “Moral support,” Alex says. “My sister needs me.” She’s not really my sister, but I appreciate the sentiment. “Besides, it’s more for my own benefit than anything else. Can’t afford to have someone clean the piss stains out of the seats.” Scratch that, she’s definitely my sister, because only a sister would be so cruel. Alex yanks one of my hands out of my lap and squeezes it. It’s a supportive gesture, I suppose, but she seems unaware of the precarious grip I have on my bladder. As I let go of the furious squeeze between my legs, I lose it for a moment, and another trickle leaks out. It seeps slowly through my panties and into my jeans. I blush. I don’t dare look down until Alex says, “Oh my god, she just leaked!” and I see that there’s a small wet spot on my jeans. I struggle on for another quarter of an hour, but it’s really a losing struggle. Every few minutes, I’m wracked by a powerful spasm, and I squeeze, bite my lip, beg the heavens and lean forward, to no avail. A little leaks out, warming the cooling wetness between my legs. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, it would almost be pleasurable. The cool, clammy fabric, starting to get itchy and uncomfortable, suddenly warming up—combine that with the momentary relief and I’m getting flashbacks to last night’s high. Alex is alternatively whispering soothing words and begging me to not piss in her car as if I could just decide not to and just, not. It’s no use: by twenty minutes, there’s a dinner-plate sized wet spot on my pants, extending from my crotch halfway down my thighs towards my knees. My bum is damp and some must have soaked into the seat already. The pain is getting worse. We’re not moving. I’m stuck in my personal hell and, as a little more trickles out, warming my bum and between my legs, I lower my shoulders and reflect: It could be worse. Right? I could be having to deal with this forever, but it’s going to be over soon. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my lower back. It feels like somebody has just stuck a knee in my back and bent me on over it. I can’t handle this. I lean forwards and the pain gets worse, and I make a fateful decision: it’s gone on too long. With tears of pain in my eyes, I push, and I feel the urine rushing out. The pain abates, and I watch in morbid curiosity as some of the pee arcs up from the pressure, straight through my panties and jeans, a little fountain between my legs, puddling in my lap and rushing down—Alex: “Oh my god she’s peeing!”—damn right I’m peeing, bitch! One stream goes between my legs, soaking into the fabric of the seat, another goes down one of my thighs, creeping towards my soaks, which have up until now been blessedly spared of golden water. A third trickles down between my bum cheeks, and I don’t know if it’s just the relief or if there’s a perverted part of me I never knew about, but damn if it doesn’t feel good. I moan as the last of it trickles out, and now my entire lower half from the waistband to the knees, and under the butt, is soaking wet. It squelches in the seat as I move around, squirming like an echo of the previous half-hour’s struggle. The lower half of my shirt is wet. My panties are soaked, my jeans are ruined, the seat is ruined, and I’m free. Free of the pain and the struggle. I’m warm and wet and it’s all over. “It’s okay,” Alex says, trying to inject some warmth into her voice to hide the insincerity. Of course it’s not okay, but bless her for trying. I slump back in my seat and close my eyes. “I’m going back to sleep,” I say. I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. A powerful wave of deja vu hits me. I’ve been here before. Have you ever wished you could get a do-over? Go back in time thirty minutes to undo one of the worst mistakes of your life, now wiser and more mature? Perhaps this is one of those situations. Perhaps it was all just a bad dream. But I definitely need to pee, very badly. We’re definitely still stuck in a traffic jam. And what if you went back in time only to discover that there was nothing you could do to avoid your mistake? What if you were just stuck in a loop of error and misfortune, like it was all preordained? Better not to think like that. Be zen. I close my eyes, place my hands in my lap, and try to meditate. Mind over matter. There’s nothing your body will do that your mind doesn’t will to happen. Omomomomomomom… I repeat the mantra to myself like some goddamned Buddhist monk until I feel a wave of relief wash over me. My shoulders slink back, the pressure between my legs abates, my bum gets warm—wait. Shit, I’m peeing! I try to clamp it off, but my body’s gone soft and unresponsive and I can’t snap out of my zen-induced incontinence quite in time. I open my eyes and let out a little cry as I notice that my entire crotch is wet and there’s some pee on the seat. “What’s wrong?” Alex calls out from the front seat. “I really really need to pee and some just came out, that’s what’s wrong!” I yell. Alex takes a look back and her eyes linger on the shameful state of my crotch. “Oh dear,” she says. “I’m sorry, but I can’t...” I begin to say, and then it starts again. It’s like a faucet. It’s just like last time, in the bad dream. I can hold on until I leak enough that my crotch is covered in pee, but no more. It bursts out of my panties and starts soaking into my jeans. This time, it trickles all the way down to my right knee, and I feel warm droplets of urine grace the uncovered skin. It’s the knee with the rip. I close my eyes and try to shut out the confused yelling from Alex in the front. I’ve pissed myself again. I feel myself tearing up and let out a sob or two. This is so monumentally unfair. What cruel god would give me the chance again just to watch me fail twice over? I wake up with a jolt to discover two things. Fuck no. No, no, no. I’m back where I started, again. We’re still stuck, I’m still about to wet my pants like a little girl, and nothing’s changed. My heart is beating faster and faster, my hands are clammy, I leak, my panties are clammy, I’m panicking. This can’t be happening. The universe is malfunctioning. I’m stuck in a nightmare on repeat. I can’t deal. I just can’t. Without even thinking about it, I push, and the urine starts flowing again. I’m almost getting used to the curious warmth emanating from between my legs, nodding at the little squelch when my wet butt slides against the puddle underneath me, slowly soaking into the seat. I block out the confused yells from the front seat, like, check that, that happened again… Let’s just get this over with. I wake up with a jolt. Okay. Deep breath. I’ve seen Groundhog Day and Edge of Tomorrow. I know how this goes. The first couple go-arounds you just keep trying shit and it fails. Then you despair. Then you think rationally about it and find a solution. No time to spare. “I really need to pee and I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer,” I say. “You guys got, like, a bottle or something?” “I don’t know, munchkin, girls don’t really have the machinery to pee successfully into a bottle,” Alex says. “Can’t you just hold it?” “No, I bloody well can’t!” I say, grabbing my crotch to emphasize my plight. “It’s either a bottle or your seat, so if you got one and you know what’s good for you, you better hand it over!” Alex gives me a look of disapproval, but I hear her rummaging around and then she produces a one-liter bottle of ice tea. There’s a little left in the bottom, but she takes a sip to empty it, and she hands it over. I put the bottle on the seat beside me and start unbuttoning my pants, which causes me to leak a little into my panties, but I can deal with wet panties if I can spare the jeans. “Don’t look,” I say, and I know Mark’s too polite to sneak a peek, but I also know Alex can’t help herself. Not that she’s into me like that—we’ve seen each other nude plenty of times and I never got that vibe from her—but she’s an addict of gossip. If something juicy’s about to happen she wants front row seats. Besides, she’s my sister-from-another-mother-and-father. She won’t miss that time I pissed into a bottle on the highway because I just couldn’t hold it. I try to position the bottle correctly, pushing it awkwardly—I feel the cool plastic contact my lower lips in a not particularly pleasant way—and then, once I’m satisfied it’s as well positioned as it’s ever likely to be, I try to let go. It doesn’t start immediately. There are still lingering doubts in my mind about the soundness of this venture. But I’m too desperate for that to matter in the long run. I let go. It’s a disaster. For all of one second, my pee trickles into the bottle, but when it really gets going, it gets going everywhere. It hits the lip of the bottle and starts spraying, onto the floor, onto the seat, onto my jeans and between my legs. I’m too far gone to cut it off—Alex: “Noooo! I told you it wouldn’t work!”—and it keeps coming. By the end, I’ve soaked my panties, my jeans, the seat, the floor, the bottle… It’s on my hands, it’s dripping off the bottle, and maybe two shot-glasses worth of pee is actually sitting in the bottle. It’s faintly yellow. I wasn’t exactly dehydrated. My shirt is wet, my socks are damp, there’s a puddle on the seat and another one on the floor. I wake up. I’m back. Dry, desperate, and out of ideas. “I’m about to piss myself. Any ideas?” I’m way past caring what they think of me. They’ve seen me wet myself four times already, even if they don’t remember it. “Uh,” Mark says. “Oh, munchkin,” Alex says. “Screw it,” I say. “We’re not moving. I’m going to go on the side of the road. I don’t give a shit if someone sees me. It’s better than the alternative.” “I don’t know, munch,” Alex says. “That seems a little… Drastic? And, like, out of the blue? Can’t you just hold it a little bit longer?” “No, I can’t!” I’m frustrated. “Maybe a bottle or something?” “No, Alex, girls can’t pee in bottles. I’d need a funnel or something and I don’t have one. It’d go everywhere.” “Munchkin...” “Screw it,” I say. I unbuckle the seat belt and open the door. Mark and Alex are yelling at me but I don’t care. I jump out of the car and take a moment to appreciate the true gravity of the situation. There are cars standing still as far as I can see in both directions. We’re on an elevated highway and the horizon is all cars and blue sky and exhaust from idling cars. I don’t really have the time or inclination to admire the scenery, though. I squat down and hike down my pants and panties. At least my mom taught me how to piss in the open air. And those squats at the gym must have firmed up my buttocks and thighs, because it doesn’t even hurt. I close my eyes as the pee begins splattering on the ground beneath me. A little bit hits my ankles and shoes, but who cares? It’s still 99% less piss on my pants than any of the previous times. “Excuse me, miss, what are you doing?” A hoarse woman’s voice from behind me. And I was just getting going! Who would be so rude as to… I open my eyes, still squatting, trying to cut it off to a trickle, and see that it’s a woman sat in the white sedan behind us. It’s a civilian car, but she’s wearing a uniform. Shit, it’s a policewoman! I hurry to yank up my panties and pants, still peeing, and I can’t stop a trickle from creeping into my untouched panties, soaking into my jeans, down the inside of my thighs and a little up my butt crack. If I wasn’t so mortified, I’d take a moment to appreciate the novelty of wetting myself standing up. The policewoman, who looks to be around the age of my mother, just sits there, staring at me as I finish my accident. “Public urination is a misdemeanor, young lady,” she says. “Given the, ah, circumstances, I’ll let you off with a warning. But don’t let it repeat itself. Imagine if others saw you and decided to do the same! It’d be anarchy, pissing everywhere!” I’m not that concerned about accidentally unleashing a pee-copalypse. I spare a thought for the other ladies—and probably a few dudes as well—who must be in the same situation as me. Surely I’m not the only one who’s going to have an accident today. RIP. Rest in piss. I stifle a giggle, aware that the policewoman is still watching me. “T-thanks,” I stammer, then slink back into the car, wet and defeated. “Oh, munch, what happened?” Alex says. “Couldn’t get your pants down in time?” “There was a fucking cop in the car behind us,” I say. “I had to pull up my pants and I couldn’t stop in time. She let me off with a warning.” “No way,” Alex says. I wake. Well, peeing in the open isn’t going to work. But I have an idea. While I was outside, I noticed an emergency staircase leading down off the freeway two cars ahead of ours. And I think I saw a gas station on the level below, somewhere in the distance. “I really need to pee and it really can’t wait,” I say. “I’m gonna run off down that staircase and find a gas station, I think I saw one. You two pick me up once you get out of the jam. I’ll call you with directions.” “Uh, can’t you just hold it?” Mark asks. “No, I really can’t, trust me,” I say. I dash out of the car before I can hear any further objections. I’m off at a brisk trot, wary of the policewoman noticing any irregularities. The staircase is where I think it was, and I make my way down. It’s a little dizzying seeing how high up we are, and my heart catches in my throat when I look down, causing a little leak. No matter. I resolve not to look down and make my way down the staircase, switch-backing it to the ground. There is a gas station and a McDonald’s in the distance, but it looks to be quite far off. I walk gingerly, aware of any bumps in the side of the road by the little jolts it sends to my bladder. Ten minutes later and I’m still not there. Another wave of pressure hits me, and I cross my legs, doubled over. So close. It’s right there! I make my way to the gas station. There’s a WC sign on a door outside. I pull at the handle. Locked. Fuck! Another leak. I don’t dare to look but I think my pants are wet now. “Key at the counter,” a sign by the door reads. I hobble inside. “K-key!” I stammer, and my posture leaves little doubt as to the meaning of my cryptic announcement. A gangly teenage boy is behind the counter. He’s got pimples for days, but he’s looking at me with a mixture of concern and lust. I’m wearing a checkered shirt with a pocket over my left breast, which he’s no doubt noticed, judging by the angle of his gaze, and I’ve got my brown hair in a messy bun. I was all dolled up to party last night, but today I look like a wreck and I’m about to piss myself and this is what gets him going? Fucking hormones. I guess I can’t fault him if he can’t help it, but it is his choice whether or not to stare at my bust, which isn’t anything to write home about, especially not in a baggy shirt and no push-up. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s out of commission. But, ah, maybe I could let you sneak into the staff restroom.” What a gentleman. It’s too late for me, though. I hunch over as another wave of pressure hits my bladder, and urine starts pouring out. Two rivulets, almost perfectly synchronized, on either side of me, trickling down the insides of my thighs. It’s warm and wet and wonderful, in a way, but also horrifying. I’d almost enjoy the relief if this creep weren’t staring at me. “I’ll, uh, get the mop, so sorry,” he says, blushing. He’s blushing? Well, fuck me. I sit down on a bench outside and call Alex. Tell her where to pick me up and to have a change of clothes ready. “Oh, munch, I’m so sorry,” she says. I wake up. This time, there’s to be no mistakes. “I’m about to pee myself and it really can’t wait. I gotta run, there’s a gas station, I’ll call you to pick me up,” I say, very fast, and I’m out of the car before they can even protest. I run towards the staircase, make a point not to look down, and make my way down. Once I’m down there, I take a look around. A car passes by the road, but it’s a hundred paces away. I walk behind a pillar, squat down and pull down my pants and panties. Nobody around. Not Alex, or Mark, or Mrs. Police Grandma or Gangly Teenage Boner. I sigh in relief as the piss hits the gravel. Good thing about gravel, it doesn’t splatter as much as concrete or asphalt when you pee on it. A minute later, I’m relieved and, for seemingly the first time in forever, completely dry. Not a drop on my clothes. That this feels like a victory ought to concern me, but I’ll damn well savor it. Technically, in this timeline, I haven’t pissed myself once. Once I’ve redressed, I make my way over to the gas station. I give a wink to the boy at the counter and linger long enough to watch him blush, then I take the five-minute walk over to the McDonald’s and order a late lunch. Chicken nuggets and fries never tasted so good. I text Alex the directions and start up a game of Words with Friends on my phone. Get a coffee so the McDonald’s staff don’t kick me out, not that it’s in any way busy here. Just a middle-aged couple and a few local teens. I might have encountered the one time a fast-food joint is actually overstaffed. A full two hours later, I see a familiar car pull in. I’m on my third cup of coffee, but you damn well know I’m visiting the ladies’ room before we leave. Alex rushes in and only sends a nod in my direction before running off to the restrooms. Mark comes in at a more leisurely pace. He goes over to the counter and orders a Big Mac, then comes to sit with me. “A semi fell on its side, somehow,” he says. “We were stuck there for almost four hours total, but finally they got it cleared up.” Alex is in the restroom a worryingly long time. Finally, she comes out, eyes downcast. I look her over and notice… My god. There’s a wet spot the size of a peach on the front of her skirt. “Sprung a leak?” I ask. “Shut up! If I’d known it was going to be this long I’d’ve come with you!” Her lip trembles and I know her well enough to see that she’s about to cry. “Come here,” I say, and pull her into a hug. She buries her face in my back. “It’s okay, accidents happen,” I say. I’d know, although she doesn’t know that I know. And quietly, so Mark won’t hear, I whisper to her, “I won’t let you forget this, sister.” It might be a little bit mean, but I think I earned it with pee, sweat and tears. I use the restroom before we leave and make it home dry. Maybe there is a god after all.
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    Widowmaker was standing on a rooftop in King's Row. She was looking out for anybody trying to attack the point from the flank. She felt like she had been there forever. Still she had seen no one. She was aware of a small tingle in her bladder and realized she hadn't used the bathroom in a while. She quickly dismissed the thought. She could hold it. As Widowmaker looked down from her perch she saw a flash of movement in the distance. As she scoped in she saw a huge grey form flying straight at her. Winston! As the gorilla flew at her with his jetpack she knew she had to move, but her legs were locked. She couldn't move. Finally, as Winston drew closer she snapped out of her trance. She used her grappling hook to fly to the neighboring rooftop. Winston followed closely behind. After a few tense minutes of fighting, Widowmaker realized this was a battle she could not win. She used her hook again and this time Winston turned around. For now she was safe. After the adrenaline left her body she realized her other problem had gotten worse. She had to use the bathroom much more desperately at this point. Still, the need was not too pressing and Widow felt like she could wait. After almost two hours of fighting she felt differently. She could barely foucus and was missing all of her shots. Suddenly, her bladder spasmed and she felt a small leak shoot into her panties. Quickly, she dropped her weapon and shoved her hands between her legs. When the situation calmed down she looked for damage. Luckily there was no visible stain. Unlukily, Widowmaker felt like she was about to burst. She needed to go, now. The fighting still showed no sign of stopping but it didn't matter. She had to find a toilet or she was going to have a huge and embarrassing accident. Ten minuted of searching and she had found nothing. She was bent almost double out of desperation. Her hands were permanently between her thighs. Ever second was torture. Fuck! she thought as another leak shoot out. This time she could see a small wet patch on the crotch of her pants. She couldn't hold it much longer. No, No, No! she thought. One more spurt came out and then that was it. All her stored pee started rushing out of her at an alarming rate. She could feel it running down her legs and leaving wet streaks behind. As it formed a puddle around her feet she gave up. She finally relaxed and felt immediate relief. Her piss was a torrent she couldn't stop. She felt all down her legs and around her ass. Her legs were completely soaked. Widowmaker looked around at the mess she had made in despaire. She had well and truly wet herself. Her pants were ruined and so was her pride. She desperatly needed a shower.
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    Heroic woman I want to share a sighting I witnessed yesterday on a public train. I take the train every day to reach my workplace and get back home. So I can often see some interesting situations and sometimes I can use the unreliable toilets in the train for my own pleasure J . When I was going home yesterday there wasn’t a broken toilet, although there could be one to this time of year. There was just a long que in front of it and a very desperate lady, but one after the other. J The woman was the second person waiting in line, a man was the next in line to use the toilet. I was sitting in the are next tot he toilet where the seats are fixed to the wall. The woman cauhgt my attention as she was bouncing up and down and crossing and uncrossing her legs all the time. She was quite cute, maybe in her thirties, slim, wearing a black jacket and tight light grey jeans. She had a really great figure with long legs but wasn’t really tall. Her hair was light brown and her butt was really great. The jeans were that tight, that I didn’t have to use my imagination very hard. She had to wait for a while and after about 10 minutes the man in front of her knocked at the door. He turned to the woman behind him and smiled. She answered with a painful smile. Shortly thereafter the door was opened from inside and a man came out. The man rushed into the toilet and closed the door. Now I could see, that the woman started sqiurming more intensly and stemmed one hand in her hip. That was accompanied by a painful sigh and face expression. I caught her glimpse and she tried to smile at me which I answered with a smile to. Then the train stopped at the next station and a lot of people were boarding inclusive some children. Right after the train left the station a mother with her little girl came to the toilet. The girl was obviously very desperate and kept saying „Momy, momy, momy…“ and dancing around. The mother answered, that there was another woman in front of them who also wants to use the bathroom, whereupon the little girl started to cry. The desperate lady saw that and I could see her thoughts running 100 miles per hour. She then said: „You can go next.“ „Are you sure?“ The mother asked by inspecting her crossed legs and lightly bend over upper body. „Yes, please go next, I can’t see your daughter crying.“ The mother thanked the desperate woman and told her daughter to thank her too for letting them pass. „Thank you“ the little girl said and both women were smiling. The door opened and mother and daughter entered the toilet. Now the woman started to get really unconfident as I could hear her sighing more often and one hand wandered at her crotch area. She didn’t press her hand in the crotch, just let it hang in front of it and sometimes touched her thigh. Then suddenly something happened, that brought even more inconfidence to the woman’s life. Four more children with their mothers came to the toilet area and one child was even more desperate than the other. By that time the desperate woman started to look frantically and formed her hands to fits, pressing them against her thighs. One of the mothers asked: „Excuse me, could my daughter please use the toilet nex, she has to go for about half an hour.“ The desperate woman bit her lip and said: „Sorry, but I also need to use the toilet and I’m bursting.“ Meanwhile one hand had wandered into her crotch. The mother saw that and said: „Oh… but…“ The desperate lady sighed, crossed her legs and said: „OK, go next but PLEASE hurry up!“ By that time the other mothers and their children had also noticed the urge of the desperate woman and started glancing at her. I heard one oft he children, maybe 10 years old, whispering: „Momy, whats about this woman?“ Her mother answered: „She needs to go to the toilet very urgent.“ „But why doesn’t she go?“ „She seems to be very helpful and let the other woman and her daughter pass so that they can go next.“ The girl then said: „Oh, but she looks like she will pee in her pants.“ Her mother answered with a little smile in her face: „Hopefully not…“ The last two persons in the queu, a girl and her little sister also started talking. The little girl asked: „Christina, whats wrong with this woman?“ Her sister answered, that she is really desperate for the toilet. At that time the toilet opened and the mother with child entered. The desperate woman was now really in urge and started sweating a little. Meanwhile she had pressed both hands into her crotch and was squirming and stepping from foot to foot. The little girl at the end of the queu said: „Christina, look!“ Her sister saw the woman dancing around and said: „Poor woman, I think she is about to wet her pants.“ The other waiting families were talking about the same thing and one of the women said: „Hold on, just a few mor minutes.“ The desperate lady said: „I don’t have a few more minutes.“ Then she suddenly bend over, double crossed her legs and almost started crying. By that time I thought, that she was already reliefing but her pants stayed dry. She raised and walked behind the toilet area. I could still see her but she now was covered from the glimpses of the others. She still had pressed both hands into her crotch, rubbing her thighs together. Then suddenly the little girl from the end oft he row passed the others and headed tot he desperate woman, who was fighting her urge behind the toilet. The girl looked at her and asked: „Are you peeing your pants?“ The desperate woman answered with a painful smile: „I don’t know, I think I’m going to…“ „Oh…“ the girl answered inspecting her intensly. Then her sister came, took her by the hand and said: „Come on, leave her alone, she is about to wet her pants!“ The desperate woman sighed painfully and then quickly walked away, passed the queu and headed towards the rear area of the train. The waiting people were still talking about her and assumed that she maybe didn’t make it. After about 15 minutes i reached my station and left the train. I walked through the train to leave it at the rear area to maybe see the desperate lady. And then, in the rearmost area I saw her sitting in her seat. She was crying and her light grey pants had turned into dark grey in the crotch and inner thigh area. There was still a little bit of pee dribbling from the seat and formed a big puddle underneath. I walked towards her and decided to leave the train at the next stop. I sat next to her and told her not to worry about and that it could happen to anyone when there’s no chance to use a toilet. Meanwhile she had stopped crying and said: „The girl was right…“ I embolded her for „sacrificing“ so that the children could use the toilet. She then smiled a little and looked at her wet pants. Meanwhile she was sitting wide legged and labia were good to see because of the tight textile anyway, which had turned more tight because of the wetness. She then buried her face in her hands and was really embarrassed. We then started to talk a littl bit and she gave me her phone number. We met a few times and had a coffee. Meanwhile she could handle the situation very well and could openly talk about it. She once invited me to her flat, where we had some fun – three times. But now we lost contact, maybe I should call her again some day… Although we didn’t make any omorashi or other wet games, the sexual expierience with her was awesome. I hope you enjoyed my story, maybe there will follow some more… Have a nice day! Jack
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    i have decided to leave the site entirely due to the new 18+ characters only rule when it comes to stuff like art and stories that involve public urination or exposing themselves to pee,the new policy has ruined the income of so many people on this site who were getting paid to make art or stories of characters under 18,i was paying zapp on here to make stories for me with characters under 18 and now she cant do it and has left the site,this new policy is unfair to come out so suddenly without any warning,it should have been given a 1 month warning before the policy is in effect or something but i cant enjoy my fetish anymore because i always do it with under 18 characters.
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    And another one! Though it was actually requested in the Discord rather than the thread. @jordanx15 liked the Sonic I drew and wanted to see me draw Tails as well, specifically wetting clothes, and I wanted to draw a lethally cute Tails.
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    So I’ve been a naughty girl again. First of all thanks to everyone who submitted advice on filming an upskirt wetting. I had some trouble with it and as you can see from some of the establishing shots, I tried it in the college showers (using a bike light for lighting) but it didn’t work out, so in the end I did it in my room with a very strange set up involving my dresser half open, my desk light on the ground and lots of practice. So before I go into the technical details let me set the scene. I’ve been wanting to do an upskirt wetting for a while. I always love watching the pee cascading down the thighs and legs and find it so hot and erotic. There is something much more intimate about looking up someone’s skirt rather than just seeing them wet their jeans or something. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a good jeans wetting like the rest of them but like a few people said they love seeing the gusset of the panties darken and glisten before the pee cascades down, drawing erotic lines along the inner thighs. Believe me it’s fun to do and so it must be fun to watch too. So from my previous post on this (http://omorashi.org/topic/9064-tips-on-filming-up-skirt-wettings/) I have been thinking about doing this for a while now. And yes I am naughty and think naughty thoughts rather more than I should lately (could it be hormones?). Anyhow, I drank a whole pot of tea (dark super caffeinated tea as I’ve been trying to finish two reports) for breakfast (at 10 I’m a grad student and get up late, one of the few perks) and had some juice at around 11. I’m not very good a big holds so I started setting up almost immediately after 11. I first got dressed (yes I lounge around my flat in my PJs a lot of the time, again one of the few perks of being a grad student, plus they are super silky and are great to hang out in). I put on my favourite summer dress, it’s a black and white sleeveless summer with black trim and a wild black and white pattern on it. And it has a cute little bow around the waist. It’s been cold here and I basically have to go outside to get to the shower so I also put on some black tights. Underneath I had a random pair of baby blue panties, I really should have re-thought my panty choice and worn my frilly black lace rumba panties but I didn’t think of this until it was definitely too late. I also put on my only black bra and a cardigan as these work with the dress. I took a few pictures in my room with a flash just to see how I looked and decided the dress would look even cuter with a petticoat. I’m a big fan of full dresses and love a frilly petticoat. And so I pulled on a mid-length black lacy one (one of the few I have, sigh), and took a few more pictures. And it did look cute, thought the petticoat does add more shadow and lighting problems. So I got together my ‘shower kit’ and camera and brought along my strongest bike light, some blue tack and my vibrator (no messing around this time, plus it’s a little slim rechargeable one and heck you could take this anywhere, and probably should). So I went down to the usual bath/shower room and took a few establishing shots, isn’t the dress cute? I always feel like Sookie Stackhouse from True Blood in a summer dress, especially the full ones. I think looking up the dress looks like something a French maid would wear, hence the title of this shoot, you could call me the naughty little maid. Or, maybe minute-maid…(The pun will make more sense below). So at this point I was getting pretty desperate. For some reason with tea it’s not one of those really deep and strong desperations for me, rather it’s more like a very acute needing to go, especially around the sphincter. Sharp sort of pushing rather than a throbbing bladder kind of desperation. So I mucked about with the Bluetac, light and camera for a while trying to get a good shot. The light was not strong enough and I could not get the angle right with the tub and counter and things. Then the batteries on my camera died and I basically gave it up and went back upstairs. To anyone who was watching yes, I could have a shower and emerge in the same clothes, with identical makeup, dry hair and all, I’m just that good. So I decided to opt for the floor of my room and use another Goodnite sleepmat. Not the best choice as they are expensive and I only have a few of them left. But well anything for you guys. So I spent the next 30 minutes digging up new batteries, and trying to get the light (I ended up using my office light) and the camera angle right. The biggest problem is that you can’t check the back of the camera to see if the you got the shot without moving it, and well this of course makes it harder to put it down for the next shot. I ended up using tape and pens as an outline and a pile of socks and part of my drawer to prop the camera up. Yes you can see the edge of the lamp in the shots as well. This shone right up my skirt. My vagina felt like a movie star! Now by this time I was really desperate. As I’ve said elsewhere, I really don’t like making movies when I’m super desperate because I can’t concentrate on getting everything right. I played around with the camera and light for, as I said 30 minutes, and couldn’t quite get it right, I wanted to be able to show my gusset and hold my legs open so that the pee would run down both my legs. I even experimented with ziplock bags but the image was terrible (and my camera sucks to begin with). So I was really having trouble concentrating and probably should have set up the angles better but I really couldn’t hold it any longer. Basically I got the shot lined up like this: And then was like that’s good enough. I was practically leaking at this point, a 9 on the old scale. Now I couldn't bounce around too much for the video (as some of you know I do dance about when I gotta go), and I also didn't want to hold myself as this would get my dress and petticoat wet, and there’s a different between washing your panties and tights in the sink and dry cleaning your petticoat and summer dress. So I basically got the shot set up and then stayed in my spot (I had the places for my feet marked on the ground using a hair elastic) I was able to cross my legs a few times but at this point I was on the verge of wetting myself. I actually kind of forgot that I wanted to have my legs apart so you could all see my crotch get wet and stuff, and ended up pressing my thighs together really hard. No I’m not one to leak when I’ve really got to go. I might have one or two leaks and then the floodgates open and I drench myself. But today was different. With my legs glued together I was able to hold it, somewhat and what resulted was basically a constant stream of little leaks. Wetting 3.42.wmv I probably could have stopped these about halfway through but there was no way I could initially and also once I got started, well, I wanted to finish for all of you. So the first minute of the video is me really trying to hold on. The panties I was wearing were pretty thick cotton (as you can see from the after pictures) and the gusset absorbed the first few leaks pretty well. And with the sort of compression of the tights, the wet panties were really warm against my labia. Anyhow, so at 0:59, I let out the first leak. I had no idea what was going on down there, except the pee wasn’t really running down my legs, it was sort of running along my panty line and dripping off my bum. So throughout most of the film you can hear this drip, drip, drip, of the single spurts slowly making their way through my panties, tights, and then onto the floor. I tried shifting a few times to get it to run down my legs but I dared not move too much for fear of messing up the shot, which you can see is pretty well framed if I do say so. What you see here in this film is probably the longest wetting I’ve ever done. Usually I release and floosh, I’m drenched and it’s over. But since I was only letting out small spurts at a time (sometimes bigger ones like 1:30), I basically had pee running down my legs and off my bum for more than two minutes, which was very hot indeed. So a bit of play by play. After my big leak at 1:30, I managed to control things better and started letting out smaller leaks. As you can see it was all running down my right leg and so I shifted about trying to get it a little more even. Also with all the shifting you can see at times a hint of my panties through my tights which I think is super hot. By 2:40 I was letting out a constant small stream, trying to control it so it would not flood the mat I was standing on, or splash my camera. And by this time the pee was also running down the back of both of my legs. I will admit that I was throbbing in other ways and really turned on at this point. The pee kept dribbling out and running down my legs and onto my calves. It’s strange the tights are sort of more athletic tights than panty hose, and they do strange things with pee. I stopped filming once I stopped peeing, but I probably could have stood there for another minute or two and let the pee keep running down my legs as it was still dripping when I stopped but I really didn’t want to. I was very aroused by this point and needed a different kind of release. So I quickly shut off the camera and light (I was worried about it setting socks on fire) and took a shot of my puddle for you. As you can see kind of missed the centre and almost made another puddle on my carpet. But those little Goodnite mats are pretty good. Anyhow, I quickly took off my tights and panties and got a shot for you all and then was out of my dress and petticoat. I also took a few pictures up my wet skirt: After towelling off my legs and feet I jumped onto my bed and lay on my front to play with my vibrator wearing only my black bra. I put the towel over top of my pillow and put my pillow between my legs, like I used to do when I was younger. And humped my pillow while pressing my vibrator into my clit. It didn’t take me long. Right before I climaxed I looked over at my puddle and wet clothes and that put me over the edge. Then it was off to do laundry. I hope you all enjoy, don’t forget karma and positive feedback J Hugs Rachel p.s. For those who are interested, yes those are my wet little footprints in the middle of my naughty puddle.
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    Can we please not use the term "Trap?" It's really insulting to transgender people, and it's the kind of mindset that gets trans people killed. If you don't consider yourself transgender, please just say crossdresser.
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    (For al you ignorant Americans out there who dont know that pounds are a currency or know what it translates to, thats about $1.3 million US.) I would say no, I would rather work hard and make that money then be too scared to fall asleep for the rest of my life. And with a serial killer following me, what purpose would the money have? Scenario: you get one million pounds but the person you love the most in the entire world, be it a family member, friend, significant other, soul mate if you believe in that, personal hero, celebrity, etc. dies a significant death. I wouldn't sat too much pain, but its clearly sudden and not an easy death.
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