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    From the album: Off-Limits!

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  3. Before I begin the story, here's a couple of things. It has been ages since I last posted on here. My last post was 3 years ago and it turned into an unfinished story. Unfortunately, most of what I worked on in the past turned into unfinished stories. Creatively, this is typically because I tend to bite off more than I can chew, so to speak. I come up with grand ideas for longer stories and when my creative steam runs out on them or I come up with other ideas, I have a tendency to abandon projects. I wanted to apologize first and foremost to any of you who might remember my content from 3 years ago and were let down by the abandonment of one of those stories. I realize this is a less formal environment and stories winding up unfinished is not necessarily an uncommon or unforgivable act. However, as a creative mind and as an author, I feel personally responsible for the ideas and content I post, and when I set up an expectation to deliver on that content and fail, I feel responsible and I am taking responsibility by apologizing. I realize everything I just said is only going to be relevant to people who remember me from my posts 3 years ago, so to tie this directly to this story and others I may post it in the future, I will mostly be focusing on keeping a short story format with what I post, at least until I can be assured that the time and motivation I have will allow me to post longer stories. In specific, this story is a two-parter, and I will post the second part as soon as I'm done writing and finalizing it. [SECONDLY AND MOST IMPORTANT!] Even if you skipped all that preamble, or it's not really relevant to you, I wanted to NOTE/WARN everyone beforehand that this story contains WEIRD BIOLOGY. Namely, it involves a Slime Girl with separate biology that works differently from humans. I explain this in the story, but essentially the way a slime girl's body processes and filters waste is different. TECHNICALLY the slime girl in this story does not have to "pee" in the sense that urine has built up in her body, and in fact doesn't even have a real bladder (though what is essentially a bladder forms when she's about to/desperately needs to relieve herself of liquid waste/excess liquid). It's essentially a distinct biological process that is, at the same time, physically and mentally analogous to having to pee. She still refers to it as having to pee and she still experiences typical signs of desperation (i.e. leg crossing, squirming, grabbing herself, etc). If this does not bother you, great! Enjoy the story. However if you get weirded out by these kinds of things or if unconventional biology makes you uncomfortable, I would turn back now. You have been warned. With that out of the way, please enjoy! Luna shifted from foot to uneasy foot as she waited by the door to her apartment for her date to come pick her up. She looked down at her dress again-- a short, flirty piece with spaghetti straps and just enough frills to look classy without looking overdone-- as well as at her pink, translucent body. Luna was a slime girl. Not exactly a common sight, least of all in a small town like Newlake. Sure, some of the bigger cities had a higher population of monsters and supernatural creatures, especially the ones founded after their existence was revealed to the general public, but Newlake was a backwater town that had existed for decades before humans even knew creatures like Luna were anything more than myth. It still had a very humanocentric culture, and Luna often faced prejudice and discrimination growing up. It was for that reason that she was anxious. Her date had looked past the fact that she was a slime girl, and had still agreed to go out with her. Luna’s biogel pulsed in nervous excitement as she waited for her date. However, bubbling just underneath that sense of excitement and anxiety, was another feeling. One uncomfortable and all-to-familiar to Luna. One that made her press her legs together almost enough that her skin was about to fuse together. Slime girls had very little in the way of organs. They had an opaque, jelly-like bundle of glands encased in a hard mineral-like substance somewhere in their bodies that could be thought of as a brain. They also had the most basic of skeletal structures, though it was completely transparent due to having the exact same refractive index of their biogel. While they serve as structural support for the slime girl to take a humanoid shape, their bones could be broken down, reformed into various shapes, and dissolved completely at will. Outside of that, there were no organs to speak of. No kidneys to filter out waste and no bladder to hold urine. That was because such complex, specific systems weren’t needed in a creature whose body was amorphous. Their insides pulsed around, distributing nutrients evenly throughout their body, and likewise, waste was evenly distributed amidst their biogel. Both solid and liquid waste was typically condensed just before excretion, which, in modern society, generally meant using a toilet as a human would. However, when a slime girl’s body becomes too concentrated with one type of waste or the other, or when there was some form of imbalance in their body, their body tries to correct by signaling a release, the signal of which gets stronger as time goes on. This was what was happening to Luna. She wanted to make sure she looked her absolute best, no matter what, but she realized that she was somewhat lacking in the chest and curves department. Slime girls naturally didn’t need breasts, but Luna had mimicked her friends’ development while growing up to fit in. However, she had played it modest, and now she was regretting it. Her date was her best friend since middle school, but it took her all of high school and into their second-year of college together for her to even say anything. One reason was because of her insecurities over being a slime, but the other reason was much more simple than that. Her date was Alyssa, a girl who, up until recently, she was pretty sure had no interest in dating girls, let alone slime girls. With them having been best friends, Luna couldn’t remember a time Alyssa had ever mentioned liking girls prior to a few months ago. She was always hearing about Alyssa’s boyfriends or crushes, and she figured that was the extent of it. Alyssa wasn’t into girls and Luna would wait until her crush on her best friend faded or she found someone else. That had been her plan, and had been successful up until Alyssa got drunk one night and started flirting with their very busty, definitely female bartender. Jealousy aside, just the very thought that Luna might have a sliver of a chance with Alyssa got in her head, and her feelings came rushing back all at once. She started dropping hints and Alyssa seemed to be playing along, and then the other day, after Alyssa had a near mental-breakdown over finals and Luna comforted her, Luna confessed her feelings and Alyssa had, remarkably, agreed to go out with her. That left Luna with one problem. Her figure. Given Alyssa’s choice of girls when flirting, it seemed she was into the busty ladies. Unfortunately, Luna’s figure was modest at best. Slime girls did have some amount of shapeshifting abilities, but she couldn’t add mass where there wasn’t any. She could sacrifice some of her height for a bigger chest, but in order to make it worth her while she’d need to make herself noticeably shorter. She could also gradually add more and more mass as she integrated more protein and nutrients from her diet, but it wasn’t an overnight affair. That’s why Luna had resorted to the source of her current predicament. She had oversaturated her body with external sources of fluid to temporarily boost the volume of her biogel, which helped her accomplish a bigger chest and add a little more curve to her lower half as well. However, it also had the drawback of upsetting the balance within her body, which she was interpreting as a need to release the pent up water inside of her. A feeling that, while not biologically accurate, Luna herself recognized as needing to pee. Luna was already starting to have doubts about her idea. She was already uncomfortable and she wasn’t sure how she’d fair throughout the whole date night. However, before she could change her mind, there was a knock on her door, and Luna jumped in both surprise and excitement. She threw open the door and, as she suspected, Alyssa was standing there waiting for her with a big grin on her face. “You ready to hit the town, new girlfriend?” The confident, grinning blonde asked. She was wearing a black, high-cut tank top with a purple t-shirt underneath, and a black skirt with long, purple socks that left only a few inches of her thighs visible where the skirt stopped. She even had the faintest hint of a subtle, pink lipstick that made her lips pop. Luna’s eyes were immediately drawn to them as they parted in a surprised O-shape. Luna didn’t even need to look at her date’s eyes to know exactly what they were focusing on. Her glee at her date’s shock and awe instantly quelled any regrets she had of doing this. “You’ve certainly- I mean, you… look, I give up trying to be coy about it. You’re boobs are bigger!” “Well,” Luna smiled, “I am a slime girl. We do have some control over these kinds of things.” I’ll leave off the part where I had to drink a few liters of water and electrolytes to get this effect. “Oh, that sounds fun~” Alyssa remarked playfully. Luna would have blushed if she had blood. Instead, she glanced sheepishly to the side. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad about Alyssa having lewd thoughts about her, or happy that Alyssa was outright flirting with her. It definitely quelled some of her fears. A part of her felt that this was date was happening mostly out of Alyssa not wanting to disappoint her friend. “Anyway, did you have anything planned, Luna?” Alyssa asked, “You were the one who asked me out, after all?” “I d-don’t… I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d get this far…” Luna admitted. “Pffft…” Alyssa snickered, placing a hand over her mouth. Luna immediately pouted, “Hey, d-don’t make fun of me! I’m serious!” “Wait, wait no, sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” Alyssa smiled, “You just… you said something from an old show I used to watch. It’s also a meme now. Have you seriously never seen that one? I’m sure I’ve showed you. You know, where Plankton-” Alyssa looked over at Luna and, seeing the utterly confused expression on her face, just shook her head and waved it off. “Nevermind, I’ll show you later. Anyway, Luckily for you, I have some plans. Turns out, that really cool anime movie I was telling you about has a showing over in Nova, so I figured we could head down there. And while we’re at it, we can check out that new sushi bar that opened up there! I hear the head chef’s a vampire from Japan and they’ve got a dullahan waitress, so no one will bat an eye at a slime girl walking in.” “Ah, sounds good,” Luna smiled. However, suddenly a faint pressure reminded her that she was holding onto a lot more liquid than normal, and she fidgeted uncomfortably, “You said it was in Nova? Isn’t that an hour’s drive from here?” “It’s no problem for me, I don’t mind driving us!” Alyssa smiled, “You know me, I like driving. Especially when I have good company in the seat next to me, and a good view~” At that last part, Alyssa not-so-coverty glanced back down at Luna’s new temporary figure, and smirked. It wasn’t like Luna could argue with that, and the date night did sound fun, but Luna wasn’t enthusiastic about having to be in a car for an hour before they even got their date night underway. Ordinarily she wouldn’t mind riding, in fact, she often found it soothing, but with her current predicament in mind, she wasn’t looking forward to all that jostling. Still, she forced a smile and nodded, “Sounds good, then, let’s go!” The two headed down to the parking lot where they climbed into Alyssa’s car. Since the extra liquid in her body wasn’t confined to her abdomen, sitting down didn’t heighten the physical pressure Luna was experiencing, but being in a seated position heightened her psychological urge to pee. It was likely because a sitting position was how she was most accustomed to peeing. Alyssa turned the keys to the ignition and the car started, the vibrations instantly propagating their way through Luna’s gel-like body. Almost as an innate reaction, she could feel her body start to gather liquid in her core near her crotch in preparation for release, and she fought against it until the fluid once again dissolved back into her biogel. Vibrations traveled easier through liquids than solids, and her biogel was definitely looser due to her oversaturation. As Alyssa drove off, Luna realized she would feel everything the car did to a heightened degree. Luna felt herself pressing her thighs together again. Once again, it wasn’t like there was any physical benefit from doing so. It was more an innate behavior she learned from growing up around humans, and it had a psychological comfort to her that eased her urge to pee ever so slightly. “So, I wanted to apologize,” Alyssa spoke after they had gotten on their way, “For… for breaking down the other day, I mean. I’m usually so composed and these things usually don’t get to me, but I’ve been adjusting to my new position at work and with school and everything piling up and the test being such a huge percent of my grade, I just kind of lost it, you know?” “It’s fine,” Luna smiled, both to reassure her friend, and also because she was grateful Alyssa was providing her with a distraction, “Everyone can let life get the better of them at times. You know I’m not the best with handling that kind of stuff myself.” “I know, I just… I felt bad, so I wanted to say it. Also, I feel bad that it took something like that to get you to confess to me. I should’ve been more observant. You’ve been my friend for so long and I’ve been kind of oblivious to everything.” “It’s not like I was really open about it,” Luna admitted, “I just… I never thought you’d see me like that, so I kind of hid it from you. It’s not like I was trying to get you to notice.” “I guess you’re right,” Alyssa conceded, “Still, I feel really bad about it. All those times I flirted with people or talked to you about my crushes or bragged about my boyfriends… you must’ve hated it.” “I-I didn’t really! Sure, part of me was jealous, but another part of me was just happy that you were happy. I know that probably sounds really cheesy, but I thought as long as you were enjoying yourself and having fun with the people you love, I could cheer you on in spite of my own feelings.” Alyssa smiled, “That’s really sweet, but I want you to look after yourself too, from now on! Oof!” Suddenly the car hit a pothole and jostled the whole car violently, sending shocks through Luna. She stifled a moan as she clenched her legs together, trying hard not to let Alyssa notice her discomfort. “I-I will!” Luna replied, somewhat ironically. She was currently subjecting herself to an uncomfortable predicament for Alyssa’s sake, and was seriously rethinking things. There was no way she was going to make it through the night like this. She already had to go and it would only get worse as time went on. “But… if I go to the bathroom, I’ll lose my current figure, and Alyssa will notice. I’d have to explain to her what happened. That’d be so embarrassing!” Luna sighed. Of course she had tried to gain Alyssa’s attention with her bigger bust, but at the same time, because Alyssa had taken immediate notice of it, backing down now wasn’t an option. “It’ll just be for one night. I’ll make a good first impression on our date, then go back to normal. I can even build up my current form naturally over time so I won’t have to oversaturate myself just to look like this.” Her discomfort faded as she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, resolved to make it through the night and enjoy her first date with Alyssa. Luckily, the rest of the hour-long car ride had been relatively uneventful, and Alyssa had come up with enough conversation topics to distract Luna from her situation. However, due to the length, Luna was now seriously desperate. Far from a nagging at the back of her mind, the slime girl’s mind was yelling at her to give up and let go. Still, despite her urges and the uncomfortable feeling within her, she tried her best to show no outward signs to Alyssa that anything was amiss. They finally pulled into a parking garage and Alyssa was the first to hop out of the car. She stretched energetically and smiled as she went around the car to open Luna’s door for her. “Alright, let’s go get the sushi first! The movie’s not for another hour and I’m starving!” Alyssa beamed as she outstretched a hand to help Luna up. Luna grabbed it and pulled herself to her feet, which sent a surge of desperation through her body. She squeaked and stumbled, feeling Alyssa catch her before she fell. The jostle when she was stopped suddenly didn’t help either, and Luna once again felt her body force the extra liquid to gather in her abdomen, desperate to be released through her crotch. “Hey, you okay?” Alyssa asked. Luna forced herself to stand, still feeling the liquid pooled in her abdomen, ready for release. She held it back and forced what she hoped was a convincing smile. “I’m fine, sorry! I was just sitting for so long,” Luna played it off. Alyssa nodded, “Yeah, it was a long drive, but we’re finally here! Let’s go get some sushi!” Luna nodded, trying to be enthusiastic despite herself, “Yes, let’s!” The walk to the sushi restaurant was torturous. The liquid in her abdomen refused to be absorbed back into her biogel, and the pressure it was putting on her to let it flow out freely was immense. She had fallen behind Alyssa in a vain hope that her blonde girlfriend wouldn’t notice. She walked carefully, with her thighs pressed together and a hand balling at the fabric of her dress. Upon reaching the restaurant, Luna’s resolve was seriously faltering. They’d be watching a movie in an hour, and it was probably at least a few hours long. There was no way she’d be able to contain all this extra liquid inside her that long, especially since she was already this desperate. Luna was seriously tempted to just rush to the bathroom and explain everything to Alyssa, embarrassment be damned. It’d be far more embarrassing if she wet herself on their date. “Then again, if I come clean now, she’ll probably be mad. I mean, I know she’s not shallow, but she’d be upset that I put myself through this. But then again, if I wind up wetting myself, I’d have to explain it anyway…” Luna shook her head. There was no way she could hold it the whole night. She’d just have to go to the bathroom and think of what to tell Alyssa later. As the two entered the restaurant, they were immediately silently greeted by a girl in a gothic lolita outfit. Or most of a girl. Her head was completely missing, with bandage covering the top of the neck, and Luna nearly screamed and wet herself out of fear before remembering that Alyssa had told her a dullahan worked here. Still, it was weird to see a dullahan without her head. “Hello, welcome to MonSushi Express!” A cheery voice sounded, matching the movements of the dullahan’s body, “I’m down here, by the way!” The two looked down at the girl’s waist and, sure enough, the dullahan’s severed head was fastened to the waist of the skirt with some kind of harness. “Normally dullahan carry their heads around with them, but as a waitress, I need both hands free,” she explained without prompting, “I apologize if my appearance is shocking or bothersome!” “It’s no problem!” Alyssa smiled, “As you can see, my girlfriend here’s a slime girl!” Luna blubbered in embarrassment at hearing Alyssa call her “girlfriend”, but nodded at the dullahan silently. “Ah, so I’m assuming a party of two?” the waitress asked, “Would you like a table, booth, or to sit at the sushi bar?” “We’ll take a booth!” Alyssa smiled. “Certainly! Right this way!” As the two were ushered into the restaurant, Luna noticed two things. One was that she didn’t see any visible restroom signs, or any obvious places where they might be. The second was that, as the dullahan lead them into the restaurant, she herself seemed to have a bit of an awkward gait. Looking down at the dullahan’s head, Luna noticed a noticeable sheen of sweat on her forehead and an uncomfortable expression that seemed to worsen as they passed by another waitress refilling a diner’s drink. “Have a seat right here!” the dullahan spoke cheerfully, placing two menus on the table. As Luna sat down, a surge of desperation hit her, and it took everything in her power not to show it. At the same time, she noticed the dullahan waitress was having trouble standing still, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waited for them to take their seats. Maybe it was because Luna was madly desperate to pee at this point, so she was framing all their waitress’s actions through that frame of mind, but she was sure the dullahan was also in need of the restroom. “May I get you two started with a drink?” she asked, pulling out her notepad. “I’ll take a Coke,” Alyssa replied almost instantly. The dullahan turned to Luna, waiting for her answer. The last thing Luna wanted right now was more liquids, but not ordering a drink would signal to Alyssa that something was wrong. “I’ll take a water, please,” Luna replied, smiling. “Certainly!” the dullahan smiled at the two of them, “I’ll be right back with your drinks!” As she headed off, Luna could swear she saw her place a hand uncomfortably on her abdomen. Speaking of which, Luna herself desperately needed to use the bathroom. She looked around the restaurant again nervously, but still couldn’t find any signs. Now that her legs weren’t visible to Alyssa, she crossed them under the table and jammed a hand between them for good measure. She could still feel all the liquid collected in her abdomen. If she wasn't wearing her dress, the round pocket of fluid would be visible through her skin, right around where a human’s bladder would be. It would be pretty obvious she needed to pee. “See, I told you they have a dullahan waitress!” Alyssa smiled, “Isn’t this great? You won’t have to worry about people looking at you uncomfortably throughout the meal! I can’t believe people still can’t accept supernaturals these days.” “Yeah, I’m glad!,” Luna smiled. Back in town, most restaurants were run by and employed only humans, and a slime girl like herself would get a lot of unwanted attention. Usually when they went to Nova, though, those prejudices were less common. It was one of the reasons Luna was legitimately grateful Alyssa had chosen Nova as their first date’s setting of choice. “Oh, we should look over the menu so we can figure out what we want before the waitress comes back!” Alyssa realized, opening the menu, “Oh, so many good choices!” Luna looked down at the menu and skimmed over it half-heartedly, taking yet another opportunity to look around for the restrooms. There still weren’t any signs in sight, and Luna was getting worried. “The waitress looked like she had to go too. What if there aren’t any bathrooms here? No, that’s ridiculous. They wouldn’t open a restaurant in a building with no bathrooms. I’m pretty sure that isn’t allowed. Oh, but what if they’re out of order? No no, still, I should ask… But what do I do if she says they are out of order?” The waitress came back a few minutes later with their drinks, setting each down in front of them. The very sight of water made Luna’s body remind her of her need. “Phew, here you two go! Sorry it took so long, we’re pretty swamped tonight! I haven’t even had a chance to take my break yet!” the dullahan noted. She shifted on her legs uncomfortably, and that all but confirmed her predicament for Luna. “Anyway, are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?” “I’m ready,” Alyssa answered, glancing over at Luna, “Are you ready?” “Yeah,” Luna nodded. She really wanted to ask the waitress where the restrooms were, but after the dullahan confessed she hadn’t had the chance to go to the bathroom, the slime girl felt that asking would be insensitive. “I’ll ask when she comes back with our food, that way I’m not asking for the bathroom right after she hinted that she needed to go too.” “Anyway, what will you have?” Luna looked up and noticed the dullahan was looking at her expectantly. Alyssa had already ordered while she was lost in thought. “Oh, I’ll take the spicy tuna and the Nova special,” Luna replied, recalling the two things her brain had noticed on the menu. “Alright. And will that be it for you two? Did you want to add a dessert or anything?” “No, I think we’re good,” Alyssa smiled, “We’re going to catch a movie after this, so we probably won’t have time.” “Oh, sounds exciting!” the dullahan smiled, “I’ll put in a special order for the chef, have him expedite the order so you two don’t miss your movie on our watch!” “Thank you, that’d be great!” Alyssa smiled. “Yes, thank you,” Luna added. The dullahan waitress hobbled off, her legs clearly pressed together and her body clearly stiff and uncomfortable. As Luna watched her head off, she felt a pang of empathy ring out from her own abdomen, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Man, I really feel that with the no break thing,” Alyssa sighed, “Remember last Thursday when I complained that Jason called out for work again so I was stuck with a double-shift? Well, our shifts overlapped, so there was a whole hour where I was working the registers alone at like, the busiest time of the day. It was awful.” “Oh yeah, you were really upset that day, I remember you telling me,” Luna recalled. “Man, I was pissed. Our manager was in the back for a “phone meeting” so I was the only one watching both registers and like, halfway through I had to pee but when I tried to buzz my manager to get help she didn’t respond and I couldn’t just leave the registers unattended so I had to hold it the whole freaking time, and then even when Kaitlyn came in the store was so busy I didn’t want to leave the poor girl alone at the registers because she’s only been there for like, three weeks. I nearly pissed myself but the manager finally came out and it slowed down so I was able to go.” Luna nodded, listening to Alyssa’s story. She was trying to be a good friend. Trying to be a good girlfriend, even, but Alyssa talking about needing to pee only reminded her of her own needs. The slime girl shifted in her seat and jammed her hand further between her legs under the table. She was so desperate it wasn’t funny and she sincerely hoped the waitress would come back so she could ask her where the bathroom was. “I swear, next time that happens, I’m literally just locking down the registers and hoping for the best. I’m not gonna piss myself just to help a couple customers. It’s my manager’s fault for not scheduling more than two people on the afternoon shift when it gets busy as hell. And Jason should just be fired already. He’s called out like, five times in the past year, and all of them are bullshit excuses… I’m sorry, I’m going on a total rant.” “Oh, no, it’s fine,” Luna smiled, “I know how stressed out your job can be sometimes. I’m sorry they don’t really treat you right there.” “It’s not all bad, just sometimes we’re understaffed,” Alyssa admitted. “A-alright, here you two go!” The dullahan came hobbling back, carrying two large plates with their sushi orders arranged on them decoratively. She was definitely struggling by this point, her forehead beaded with sweat as she struggled to walk somewhat normally. Luna bet she wanted nothing more than to jam both hands between her legs and hobble off to the bathroom. Part of the slime girl really wished she would. At least she could follow the dullahan’s path and find the bathroom without having to ask. “Enjoy, and let me know if you need anything else!” The dullahan looked ready to rush off, but Luna stopped her by holding up her hand. “Ah, before you go, could you please tell me where the restrooms are?” Luna was a bit embarrassed asking, and felt bad when she saw the look of envy that flooded over the dullahan’s face, but the waitress forced a smile and nodded. “It’s right over there, by the back corner! See the sign? Sorry it’s so hard to see. It’s not lit up yet because there were some wiring problems we discovered when we first opened, but we couldn’t get an electrician out until next week.” “That’s fine, thank you!” Luna stood up and immediately regretted it. A surge of desperation flooded through her and she nearly stumbled into the dullahan. However, she was able to regain her balance and turn around to Alyssa. “I’ll be right back!” Alyssa nodded. Luna walked to the bathroom, trying to be as natural as possible. As she walked off, she saw the dullahan hobble off desperately in the opposite direction, away from relief. Luna felt bad for the girl, but her own predicament was paramount. Luna made her way to the bathroom and the second she turned into the short hallway and was sure she was out of Alyssa’s line of sight, she jammed her hands into her crotch and hobbled the rest of the way to the bathroom. She reached for the doorknob and her heart nearly sunk when the knob wouldn’t turn. She heard someone call out “someone’s in here!” from inside and she panicked. Her knees buckled as she fought the urge to let go right here. Because she had been so sure all she had to do was wait for the waitress to come back to ask for the bathroom, her body had mentally prepared for her to relieve herself. Now that she could not, she almost wet herself merely from the expectation of getting to pee. Luna waited at the bathroom door for what felt like an eternity, though in reality it was probably closer to minutes, and the woman inside didn’t seem inclined to leave anytime soon. She desperately fought to keep it all inside her as she waited for her chance at relief. As she waited, she realized what would happen if she really went now. She’d have to go back to the table and explain to Alyssa that she had been holding it in to make her boobs bigger. The idea seemed reasonable, even good, when Luna first conceptualized it. Yet now she was regretting that decision. Alyssa would think that Luna thought she was shallow. It might leave a bad taste in her mouth for the rest of her date. Worse still, if the person didn’t get out of the bathroom soon, Luna would have to explain more than just why her boobs shrunk. She’d have to explain why she wet herself as well. Luna didn’t want to have to explain to Alyssa either of those things. Luna was about to collapse onto the ground in the effort of holding it all in when finally she heard the sound of the toilet flushing behind the door. The sound was almost enough to make her wet herself, but somehow she managed to hold it all in. Even through the sound of the woman washing her hands in the sink, Luna held herself and managed to contain all the liquid she had pent up inside her. She wasn’t sure how, but she was still dry when the woman opened the door in front of her. It took all of Luna’s self-control to avoid barging in and shoving the woman out of the bathroom so she could finally have relief. She forced herself to stand upright and somewhat presentably as the woman exited the bathroom and entered in after her. As soon as the door was closed, Luna had scant seconds to pull down her panties and sit herself down onto the seat before the floodgates opened. All the water, which had built up inside her and collected waste products from her biogel, flowed out in a green stream at full force into the toilet bowl. The relief she felt in that moment was so blissful she almost forgot why she had been so desperate in the first place. Luna felt her boobs shrink as her body returned to its normal shape. Before they were pressing out noticeably against the fabric of her dress, but now the fabric was relaxed. It wasn’t like she didn’t have any chest, but it was definitely a noticeable difference. As Luna continued to relieve herself, she heard someone jiggle the doorknob to the bathroom and panicked knocking. “Oh, please, please hurry up!” It was the dullahan’s voice. Apparently she had gotten her break after all, but now Luna was occupying the only bathroom. It was a small restaurant, so Luna wasn’t surprised they only had one set of bathrooms. Luna finished up and the dullahan waitress once again knocked on the door frantically. “Please tell me you’re done in there, I’m about to wet myself!” Luna didn’t answer, instead pulling up her panties, adjusting her dress, and flushing. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was definitely noticeable something had changed. Not only were her boobs smaller, but because they had been bigger, the dress had been noticeably stretched out and wrinkled to accommodate the bigger size. Now that they were normal again, her dress made her chest look almost deflated. “I look like a wreck… what am I gonna tell Alyssa? What if she winds up hating me for it…” Now that Luna had relieved herself, the utter desperation and just wanting to pee was replaced with dread at facing the predicament she had placed herself in. Luna went over to the sink and started washing her hands, earning her an audible moan of desperation outside the door. As the water ran over her biogel, Luna thought of something else. She had held it in for a while, and it had taken a few hours for the excess water in her body to be processed before it needed to be excreted. It wasn’t like she had just drank a bunch of water earlier and suddenly had to pee. It took her body time to notice imbalances in her biogel. If she were to absorb a bunch of water here in the bathroom, she could regain her busty form, and it would reasonably take a few hours for her to start feeling it again. That would give her enough time to get through the dinner and most of the movie, and even if she had to hold it at the tail end of the date as well, she held it over the entire hour-long drive and then some. She wasn’t looking forward to having to hold it again, let alone ever getting that desperate, but at least she could keep the facade up for a bit longer. Next time she saw Alyssa, she could say that she did something special for their first date and it would take her a bit to build up to that figure for longer than a few hours. “It’s a lot better than having to face the truth. I can do this! It’s not like I don’t have at least a few hours before having to pee again!” Luna began soaking up the water flowing from the bathroom sink. She could drink it, of course, but she could just as easily absorb it through her skin. It was way easier to hold her hands near the faucet, even if it would take a bit longer. “Please hurry up! I can’t hold it!” The dullahan banged on the door outside, desperation clear in her voice. Luna felt bad, but she needed to regain her busty form for the rest of her date with Alyssa. She’d only be a few minutes more anyway. As she stood in the mirror, Luna saw her boobs expand slowly back out to fill her dress properly. She stopped a little short of where they were last time. She didn’t think Alyssa would notice, and the less water she used, the longer she had before having to pee again. She turned the water off and headed over to the door. She barely had enough time to turn the handle before the door burst open and the dullahan rushed in. “Sorry, I’m practically wetting myself already! Get out of the way!” The dullahan rushed over to the toilet without even closing the door and struggled with her elaborate outfit. She was wearing a frilly dress with leggings and a petticoat as part of her gothic lolita style. The waitress danced around desperately as she balled up large parts of her outfit, trying to reach her leggings and panties to take them off. She moaned and gasped as a solid spurt leaked out between her legs and hit the bathroom floor with a loud patter. “Oh no no no! Please, just a few seconds longer!” The dullahan begged her body, trying to contain herself long enough to get her clothes off so she could pee. She struggled with her clothes for a few more seconds before another spurt escaped. She jammed her hands between her legs for a frantic moment, then realized that would just spread the flood around if she did burst. She tore her hands out from between her legs, spread them, and cursed as she tore her leggings at the crotch and moved her panties out of the way. She let out another substantial spurt onto the floor as she hobbled to the toilet and plopped herself onto it the wrong way around, practically hugging the water tank as she finally let go full force into the toilet. The sound was a powerful hissing, like a pressure washer, louder than Luna’s own flow had been. It was clear the dullahan had been holding it for hours. She let out an almost orgasmic moan before her head shifted in the harness that strapped it to her waist and she noticed that Luna was still standing there, staring wide-eyed at her, as she hadn’t had the opportunity to leave the bathroom yet. Her face lit up like a christmas tree and Luna could hear her flow stop for a split second as though she was trying to hold it until Luna had a chance to leave. Luna opened the bathroom door and barely had a chance to close it before she could hear the dullahan waitress let out another moan and start peeing again at full-force. Luna was acutely aware of how close she came to what just happened to the dullahan. Her hand went to her abdomen subconsciously as she recalled how much pressure had built up inside her. For now, though, she was feeling much better, and she still had the fruits of her efforts, so to speak. She might wind up having to pee again later, but for now she made her way back to Alyssa with a full chest and an empty bladder, ready to approach the rest of their date night with renewed determination. To be continued...
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  5. Off-Limits!

    Just this once. Just this once, Dakota thought she could get away with cheating on her midterm! And she did... kind of. There's a catch: the girl she cheated off of caught her and is out for blood... or urine, in this case. Despite being very desperate to pee, she must cross her legs and hold it until tomorrow if there's any chance of her saving her full-ride college scholarship. And Dakota thought the midterm was the hardest test she'd ever taken... Not the most original idea, I know, but I thought it would be cool to turn into a comic / manga. I hope the art isn't too awful! I wanted to try a semi-colored style to give the pages a bit more pop.
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  6. Version 1.0.0

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    As per my user name, I figured I should post a mid run pee. It was a long trail and I did this several times as well as peeing while running some, but that's a bit harder to film.
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  7. One more story from my youth! Years ago i made a car trip with one of my girlfriends. Lisa was her name. For me she had a perfekt body, she was very slim exactly how i like the girls. We had many similar interests, i did like her very much, but she was more a girl for my body than for my heart. Our journey should bring us to some cities in Europe. We started at 6 am. We had enough to drink and to eat in our car, the petrol tank was full, so it was not really necessary to stop for some hours. It was about 10 am as Lisa said " can we please stop anywhere? I need to wee!" OMG, how did i like to hear this! She needed to wee, the bladder of this slim girl next to me was full. How bad was Lisa needing to wee, how full was her bladder? For me not and never full enough, so i wanted to make her hold! I teased her and said "Oh my little girl need a wee!? Did you not have your morning pee?" I had my morning pee, but it is hours ago and i had a lot of coffee and any juice" she answered. "I don`t want to stop just for a wee, you are a big girl, i think you can hold it until lunch!?" i said. "Girls have a strong bladder, girls are good in holding, you are a big girl, hold it!" i told her. "Why do your boys always say something stupid like that?" she said angry. Girls have a bladder like boys and girls need to wee like boys if their bladder is full, where should be the difference? The only difference is that girls are sometimes forced to hold it because they have less opportunities to wee, but that does not mean that they would not have to. "That is exactly what i mean, girls have sometimes to hold it because the circumstances and for that they should train to hold it, they should train to endure a full bladder for hours if it is necessary. "I think we should use this journey to train your bladder, no wee for you until after lunch!" i said. After that she was a little bit quiet. She was shifting in her seat so that her short skirt was sliding up on her slender, nude thighs nearly up to her panties. I could see it on her upper thighs how she tensed her muscles with all her power to keep her pee hole shut and to keep her panty dry. I loved to see her suffer and she did know that. She looked at me and said "now you tortured me long enough let me wee, i am needing it so bad". "No!!! Hold it, it will be a good training for you, are you really that full down there" i said and pressed my hand in her belly. I could feel that her bladder was bulging and tensed, like a girls bladder always should be. At noon she said that it would be time for a lunch. I told her that she would not like to stop for something to eat, i told her that she just wanted to stop for to piss. "Yes, yes i need to piss" she said loud and consequent, i am needing to wee since hours, my bladder is full to burst, my belly hurts from needing to wee so bad and you want let me go. That is not more funny, stop and let me pee". "Just a little longer, you can endure that" i said and did drive past one service place and then past an other. Her pretty, slim legs was twisted as i finally stopped at about 1pm. Lisa told me that she could not get out of the car, she would start to wee as soon she would give her legs apart. I grumbled with her and said that is exactly what i mean, if she would be good trained, she would not have a problem to get out, she would be able to hold it, like girls should be able at such a situation. She did get out with both hands pressed hard between her thighs. She was standing beside my car with her legs tight crossed and then, after one minute, she walked stiff and light bended over with her knees rubbing together to the station. Everybody who saw her must have known what she was needing to do so badly. On the way i told her that we first take a table, then we make the order and then she could go to the loo, or better would be she hold it until after lunch. "No way" she said " not even one more minute longer, first the loo and then all other". I could not stop her, i had to let her go. It would have been great to go with her, to hear how long and how powerful she was pissing after holding it for so long, but that was not possibile. As she came back i told her how cute and how sexy she is if she is so desperate for a wee. She was not angry about that, that i made her hold it for so long. She realized that she could make me horny with her full bladder. Next day she played this "game" with me. At lunch she wanted to the loo. "Hold it!" i said and she did not go, she did not go until we was back at the hotel. She did know that she could make me total horny if she was needing to wee and was holding her pee for hours. She did know that i wanted to fuck her very hard if she was full to burst and she wanted to get fucked very, very hard, so she did hold it nearly every day. Our last destination was Paris. Before we did get there i did not let her take her morning pee. Poor Lisa was about to burst, but no wee for her!!!! continued
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  8. Perhaps the only thing Alisha loves more than peeing in her panties is being watched as she pees in her underwear. In this sexy and wet video Alisha intentionally pees in her cute little pink cotton panties while we watch. Then, after she is done peeing, she poses in her dripping wet underwear for the camera. Eventually she takes off her soaked panties and holds them up, showing off just how wet they are.
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  9. I’ve had this fetish for the majority of my life and I’m still pretty ashamed and coming to terms with it. Today I decided to finally experiment with wetting and ended up doing it twice. First I peed into my cotton underwear and my cozy sweatpants before I took a shower. I liked it but it didn’t feel totally satisfying so I kept drinking water until I felt the urge again before peeing a pair of light blue underwear and this pair of jeans. I liked the way the warm wetness spread after starting from just a small patch. I think I’m still missing the desperation and I might be more into hearing about other people getting desperate and wetting, but I think tomorrow I’ll try and hold it until I have an accident.
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  10. Sonali, my ex, had the largest bladder I've ever known. Well, this was the experience with her that really put it to the test. I've tried to make her hold her pee for me many times, but she's never come close to being really desperate. If you've ever been for an ultrasound you'll know how it works. The doctors tell you to drink as much water as you can prior to the appointment and then to come to the office. What they don't tell you is that the amount of urine your body can comfortably hold, is not enough to carry out the ultrasound. Because of this, the doctor, in this case a 27 year old Mallu aunty called Sweety, makes the person taking the ultrasound wait in the lounge for as long as possible before finally seeing them so that their bladder is sufficiently full. Anyway, this time, I was sitting in the waiting room with a full-bladdered Sonali. Sonali kept mentioning on and off how badly she needed to pee but it was in a joking manner. It wasn't serious or even urgent (as it was that time after the train ride). She just kept joking about it in good humor. After 45 minutes of sitting in that waiting room though, Sonali's patience and bladder control began to waver. She no longer joked light heartedly; rather, she crossed her legs tightly and rocked back and forth. She bit her lower lip with a determination that I'd only seen her use before for math homework. She was really in a tight fix. Sonali's tight jeans clad her bouncing legs albeit barely. I could see the urgency written on her face. At that moment, Sweety (The Mallu Doctor) appeared at the door to the room clad in her pink uniform. "Sonali Kumar?", She called out. Sonali jumped to her feet and walked/ ran towards the clinic room. As I was there with her, they allowed me inside (although Sweety was very reluctant). As soon as we entered, Sonali lay down on the cushioned (and waterproof) reclining chair that was customary of gynecologists. Sweety promptly made her open her tightly crossed legs, and unbuttoned her jeans. Sweety slid Sonali's jeans down to her upper thighs, exposing Sonali's hairy pubic region to the cold AC air of the clinic. As Sonali's 'region' was obstructed by hair, Sweety had to quickly shave it away before the ultrasound could be taken. These 30 seconds were torture for Sonali, who tensed her bladder with all her might and bit her lip so hard it turned white. As soon as the ultrasound was done, Sweety zipped up Sonali's jeans, told her she'd send the results soon, and showed her the door. Sonali dashed through the door, expecting a quiet clean and solitary bathroom where she could peacefully void the contents of her aching bladder. Alas, that wasn't so. The door Sweety had pointed to led to a common bathroom, just like the ladies bathrooms that you see in multiplexes. Apparently, the hospitals had multiple Ultrasound clinics operating but only one bathroom. As you might think to yourself, this is obviously a recipe for a soaking wet disaster. The bathroom was crammed to bursting with desperate women, jiggling back and forth from foot to foot. The sounds of gushing relief from the women that had reached the few cubicles made the long wait even more unbearable. After less than a minute Sonali decided she couldn't wait and told me to get in the car and drive home. The car ride was the most desperate car ride of Sonali's life. She sad next to me in the rider's seat frantically shaking in every concievable manner. Just by looking at her, I knew she wouldn't make it home. Sure enough, the moment we reached a stretch of the road with a foresty patch to the side, Sonali shouted at me to stop. Not wanting to test the waterproof-ness of my seats, I hastily stopped the car by the roadside. Sonali jumped out of the car and ran to the furthest edge of the shrubbery. She ran up until she reached a small wooden fence that demarcated the limits for someone else's property. In the blink of an eye, Sonali's pants and panties had been torn down and she was squatting neatly in front of the fence. As her ass faced the fence, a loud and spluttering stream of pee gushed out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs and soaked the parched ground below. Sonali's piss covered the ground. She remained hunched in that position for nearly another 5 minutes as her bladder emptied itself in a hissing torrent. When she finally got up, she was sweating with exertion. As we drove back home she told me that that was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most satisfying piss of her life.
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  11. I have search the forums for this, but can’t seem to find it. Does anyone have link or vids they can upload where someone is wetting and their friend or significant other is comforting them? I have a fantasy of comforting my GF while she wets and of her comforting me while I do (usually in the car). Would love to see something similar in a video! Thanks!
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  12. Well it's a bit later than I had planned... but I'm back with the next installment. I should warn you that this chapter is light on actual wetting/desperation content. It's more of a set-up for the next chapter but I do hope you'll enjoy it anyway. ------------------------------------ Sarah awoke on Saturday morning without even a one-second respite from the horror of last night. Her stomach was tied in knots and she couldn't stop her brain from replaying the scene. She could practically hear Gabby's cackling laughter and feel her entire growing hot, her face with humiliation and her legs with the pee she tried so valiantly to hold back. Gabby had just left her there in the cheerleader's locker room as she rejoined the team and went back out to the field. Sarah stood there frozen in shock, like her brain was stuck in a vice grip. She was eventually able to stumble around and find towels to dry up the puddle she had made, and she changed out of her soaked jeans and squeezed into a pair of warm-up pants someone had left out on the bench. She texted her mom that she wasn't feeling well and walked home, arriving just early enough to wash the scent off of her. "What's wrong?" Her mom, Theresa, had asked when she got home and saw Sarah on the couch looking miserable. "Nothing," Sarah had replied, straight-faced. It wasn't a great answer but it was easier to say that than "everything." Or "oh, you know, just the usual, I peed in my pants two times in the first week here and I haven't made any friends and the popular girls make fun of me and I know you're paying a lot of money to send me to that school but I'd rather be dropped to the bottom of a volcano or be launched onto one of the moons of Jupiter than go back on Monday." "Nothing," she had repeated with a sigh, getting up off the couch and going to her room. She peeled herself out of bed now in the same slow manner and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. She pulled her pajama pants down and sat on the toilet to pee. This is NOT that freaking hard, she silently admonished herself. Just be a normal girl and pee in the toilet and not in your pants! She finished up and made her way downstairs for breakfast. Her mom had a plate waiting for her. "How are you feeling today?" Her mom asked. Sarah put her best face on and even forced a smile. "Better, I guess." "Good. You missed a really exciting game last night. It was really fun," Theresa said. Sure, Sarah thought. It was fun if you were sitting in the stands getting to know all the rich, vapid, tanned Southern California moms. Less fun if you were running around underneath the field desperate for a bathroom. "So anyway," her mom continued. "It's good you're feeling better because Shannon's friend Luke is having a birthday tonight. I met him and his mother last night and they invited Shannon to sleep over but we're all invited to the big barbeque they're throwing in the evening." Sarah stared down at her plate. She didn't really want to go to some big party but she had already said she was feeling better. She shrugged her shoulders. "Cool," she managed to choke out, monotone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * They arrived at Luke's house and could hear the music blasting from the back yard. They rang the doorbell and the man who opened the door greeted them with a friendly but quizzical look. The "I don't know who you are, and I hope I'm not supposed to know who you are." "Hi there... I'm Theresa, Shannon's mother," she gestured to her younger daughter. "I met Luke and his mother last night at the game and they invited us..." she trailed off, hoping that would suffice. "Oh sure, sure! I'm Luke's father... you know, Darth Vader!" he paused for effect. Theresa gave a courtesy chuckle at the daddest of all dad jokes. "Actually, I'm James, you must have met my wife, Stacey. We've been busy getting ready all day so she must have just forgotten to fill me in. No worries though!" He spotted Shannon's backpack. "Ah, staying for the sleepover? Come with me and I'll show you were you can drop it off and where Luke is..." Then he nodded toward Sarah and her mom. You two can just go right around back, Stacey's out there and Luke's older sisters are, well, somewhere. Nice to meet you!" Sarah went with her mother to the backyard where the party was in full swing. Like everything else, the magnitude of it all took her by surprise. This definitely qualified as a Rich Person Party. Many of the dads were huddled around the multiple grills while the mothers sat at the table sipping on cocktails. The swimming pool was opened up and swarmed by kids of all ages. It seemed like they had invited half the neighborhood in addition to whatever family was there. Sarah sighed. Another place she didn't fit in. The pool seemed refreshing but she hadn't brought a swimsuit and even if she had she would have second and third thoughts about showing her body in it compared to all the other women and girls there. She also didn't want to be the only one her age sitting with all the moms. She grabbed a seltzer out of the cooler and sat down on a chaise lounge chair by the pool. She saw a group of girls hanging out by the giant lawn games, stacking and removing huge Jenga blocks. They seemed a few years older than her, like they were in college. So Sarah wasn't about to go and try to be a part of that group. She ended up settling into the chair and pulling her out her phone, trying to look preoccupied. She finished off her can of seltzer and went to grab another one. This woke something up in the back of her brain, bringing back the sense of dread. Is this just how it's going to be now? She wondered. Every time I get something to drink I'm going to freak myself out about getting to the bathroom on time? She wandered around the yard sipping from the new can. She still didn't recognize anybody. And there wasn't even anybody who seemed to be in the same boat as her. Everyone else seemed to know at least SOMEBODY and was having fun doing trick jumps off the diving board, playing bocce ball, sitting around and talking, or a million other things. She didn't even see Shannon anywhere. She must be inside somewhere with all her friends. Ready to just head back to her chair and try to pass the time, Sarah lifted the seltzer to her lips and was surprised to find it empty. She detoured back over to the coolers, and again the sense of horror echoed in the back of her head. This time she decided it would probably be a good idea to listen, though, since she was feeling the first twinges in her bladder. With two cans of seltzer making their way through her a trip to the bathroom sounded like a good idea before drinking any more. It was at this moment that it occured to her that she didn't know where the bathroom was. But she had seen people filtering in and out of the house through the sliding door on the deck so she knew it must be inside somewhere. She started up the stairs to the deck and toward the door but before she got there it opened up and a gaggle of sixth-graders came pouring out. Behind her, Sarah heard one of the moms calling to the children in the pool. "Time to get out... The food is ready!" Of course. Of COURSE. Just when she started to have to pee, of course it would happen this way, she thought. Her mind almost tripped over itself in a rush to panic. She she was going to have to go back down, sit at a table for who-knows-how-long, all the while having to pee worse and worse as those seltzers hit her bladder. It was going to be just like last night and just like the first day of school, Sarah shifting and squirming to hold it in while the universe conspired against her... No, Sarah decided. That wasn't happening. Not this time. Not today. She waited for the sixth graders to finally get out the door. She tried to catch Shannon's attention but her sister was engrossed in conversation. Whatever, no time to be jealous now. She stepped inside where the last few stragglers were making their way toward the door. She made eye contact with one, she recognized as one of the college-age-looking girls from outside earlier. "Hey, do you know if the bathroom is that way, or...?" Sarah asked, trying to sound casual and pointing down the hallway. "It's just back that way," she replied, pointing in the other direction. "On the right." "Thanks." Sarah felt a more intense twinge in her bladder now. It wasn't an emergency, far from it. But thanks to the events of last night, apparently now a basic task like using the bathroom was a capital-B Big Deal. She felt a new kind of anxiety as she walked down the hallway, even as she tried to tell herself how silly it was. Sure the seltzer she drank was starting to hit her but she was literally steps away from a toilet. On Monday it had been a quick, pulsing kind of anxiety when she was in the bathroom and racing for a stall just when the pee started to trickle out of her. A race against time to get inside and sit down, a race that she didn't win but didn't totally lose, either. Yesterday it was a slow, agonizing anxiety, standing in the cheerleader's locker room with no choice but to do what Gabby said and leap into the air with her legs spread. She knew there was no possible way she could do that without the seal breaking but she had to anyway. And then reaching for the doorknob, her hand slipping off as her bladder caved and sent all that hot pee pouring out into her underwear and jeans. This wasn't like that. Thank god. If she really had to she could turn around, go outside, sit down and eat, and then use the bathroom after and she'd be okay. This was just her mind building it all up into something it's not, she reassured herself. But the anxiety persisted. She got to the bathroom and tried to turn the handle. Locked. It's okay, she told herself, just the universe fucking with you. This is just a routine trip to the toilet, stop making it something it's not. Sarah waited patiently outside the door. She honestly didn't need to go that badly at all. She wasn't bouncing or hopping or dancing or anything like that. Just a girl waiting for the door to open. But the anxiety persisted. She heard a flush, and then the running of the sink. See? Nothing to it. The handle clicked and the door swung open. Finally the anxiety lifted. Sarah was still looking down, waiting for whoever was inside to come out. Instead they seemed to be standing still in the doorway. She started to lift her head when she heard it. A voice. That voice. Her voice. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" ------------------------------------ As always, any feedback is greatly appreciated! And if you have any ideas for a situation you'd like to see with these characters let me know either here or over PM. If it wasn't obvious from the three and a half year delay I'm not exactly overstocked with ideas. I consider creativity my biggest weakness so I'm happy to hear any and all ideas from you. ✌️
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  13. Robots can pee?

    Robots can pee?
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    A women desperate to pee is locked outside of her apartment and cant get in. After several minutes of trying to get inside she can no longer hold it and wets herself infront of her neighbor. Screen shots are in order of the files The Uncut version contains all 4 scenes plus the sex parts the follow after the neighbor offers her to come into his apartment to clean herself up Enjoy
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  15. I thought I’d post another story that I remembered :] This one is a bit older, so the details might be a bit blurred. It started during summer break a year ago. I was bored and kind of horny, so I decided that I’d do a hold. I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere, so I didn’t really have anything else to do lol. I don’t remember exactly how much it was that I drank, but I do remember making 2 cups of tea because this was the day I learned that caffeine quickly fills my bladder. I had downed the drinks, trying to do a rapid hold, but I kind of lost track of what I was doing (thanks ADHD) and I fell down the rabbit hole of random youtube videos. When it finally hit me, I was at a 7/10. My bladder had decided that enough was enough and I had to stop ignoring it. I gripped myself as I attempted to ride the wave of extreme desperation that was going through me. Stupidly enough, I decided to go back to my video and ignore my need as much as I could. I held myself as I watched a few more videos, but I was honestly way too distracted to pay attention to what was happening in any of them. Finally, the inevitable happened. I leaked. It wasn’t just a small spurt either, oh no. It was a huge leak that saturated my underwear. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was terrified that I would piss myself in my chair. I decided to get up and run to the shower. As soon as I stepped into the tub, another leak sprung from me, and wet the front of my pants down to my mid-thigh. I realized that there was no hope for my bladder, and as soon as I let myself go there was a river that poured out of me. It started slowly, and hurt. I thought I broke myself lol. I pushed a bit, marveling in the pain that was shooting through my stretched out bladder, and it quickly became a thick stream that hissed against my light blue jeans. I had to have gone for at least 30 seconds before it started to taper off, but I could still feel that I had some left inside of me. So I pushed some more and yet ANOTHER stream flowed out of me. I was kind of amazed at how much I had held inside of me. This stream lasted for at least another 20 seconds, and as I pushed more tiny gushes came out. It seemed to never stop, I didn’t know how long I would take. As soon as I thought it was done, more would come out. Finally, after probably 1:30, it was all out of me. I was completely empty. When fanfics say that the character holding feels like jelly, I didn’t understand what it meant until that day. I quickly jerked off, rinsed myself, and sat in bed reveling in the feeling of a completely stretched out, tired bladder. Needless to say, I couldn’t hold any piss longer than an hour that day after my hold lol. It was the best wetting I’ve ever done to this day.
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  16. Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate. The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks ! Chapter 4,the archmage: Elizabeth lay unconscious on the floor while Isabel used over-magic to cure her (Isabel'mind '): Fortunately Chloe kept my sister alive, it must have been hard to maintain the basic healing spell for almost the entire time of my fainting, I have been using an average healing spell for less than 20 seconds and I I feel like I'm on the bottom of a frozen lake in winter ... ~Grlhgrlhgrlhgrlh~ Isabel's stomach, due to the cold that she felt, emitted continuous gurgling, isabel felt very bad, she could not imagine how Chloe had resisted for more than 3 minutes, now Chloe did not breathe, it seemed as if she had hibernated, Isabel was worried however there was no time now, he had to hurry to put Elizabeth out of harm's way. (Marsillia): what happened Isabel mistress? Why is Mistress Chlothsinda on the ground bare and completely immobile? Need my help? Should I call for help? What is all that blood? (Isabel): Chloe has gone out of control, has accumulated too much hatred and is like exploded, she hit my sister and I passed out due to the loss of all my magical power. Now there is no time, soon I will pass out again, I can barely make Elizabeth out of danger. Need help, call a court wizard otherwise Chloe may not make it. (Marsillia):I'm going now! Marsillia did not want the death of her mistress, she was nice, she liked to work for her and in addition she thought that the reward for saving the future empress could be surprisingly high. Marsilla had to call a wizard, went first to the courtyard and saw that it was cloudy outside, probably it would rain shortly thereafter. ~cough~ ~cough~ ~cough~ ~cough~ A little coughing was emitted from Elizabeth's body, Isabel had managed to heal Elizabeth's chest bones, finally her sister's organs were out of danger. (Elizabeth): ... Elizabeth could not speak, even if she tried hard she could not, but now apart from the pain in the limbs and the head, if she stood still she could not feel pain too strong or unbearable. (Isabel) sister, now that I've treated you, I should help Chloe, who I think is passed out from using magic for too long, but now I'm not feeling well, I'm cold ... ~Thud~ ~psshhh~ It only took a few seconds to give up and Isabel fell to the ground unconscious. Her body was in a state of complete relaxation, but she was fine, obviously her already full and wet panties were now sinking another complete release of her bladder and now on her skirt were exposed all the damage done up to now, because the The mid-level spell to hide his previous accident was over. Now the three sisters were lying on the ground and helpless in the corridor, but only Chloe risked her life, since her body temperature had dropped slowly and steadily so far. Marsillia instead was in front of the room of the most important sorceress of the court, her name was Fredegunde, a 24-year-old woman, {1,60 meters (5,2 ft)} very thin with bluish eyes like the sea and black hair, she would need glasses but she saw thanks to magic, she was a sorceress with a high magical power, she had spent her entire life closed in the family villa intent on discovering the mysteries of magic, hers was a family of border marquises, therefore in the battle against the demons, Fredegunde's villa was attacked and she who had never set foot outside her room, found herself in a bloody battle where her whole family lost her life, she was saved thanks to a magic to protect against physical-magical attacks that the demons could not break. However ... once the attack was over she was left alone in the destruction of the demons, she had lost everything, forrunatame, shortly afterwards the human army passed by, led by Chloe's mother, who seeing her skills took her with him and gave her the role of archmage, asking her to bring Chloe on the road of arcane magic only after her twelfth birthday, but when she discovered the death of Katherine, Fredegunde fell into depression, she was always closed again in her room, not wanting to see Chloe, who reminded her of Katherine. ~BRRRTTRTRTPPF~ (Marsillia'mind '): wow ... I was lucky ... Marsillia had just released a hard fart in the panties that she had taken from Chloe's room, this because she still had to go to the bathroom but she couldn't also didn't want to meet the archmage in this state, she had to release some gas before entering, however she didn't she expected such a loud sound, she was surprised not to have ruined her panties ... Now he had to warn the archmage, he didn't even knock, he opened the door and entered, this because he knew that the archmage was shy and never used his authority and his magic, or at least she had never seen her do it .. . However inside the room ... (Fredegunde'mind '): Oooh, aaaaaaaaaaahhh, it's so pleasant, it feels really good, today is really a great day after all. Fredegunde had always been alone but had never masturbated in her room, this was because she had always thought it was a bad thing, but when her family died, she started to become a bedwetter, obviously she could prevent herself from doing it with magic, but not she did it because after waking up for the first time since her memory, the feeling of warmth and warmth made her feel so good, after a nightmare, that thing gave her confidence, made her relax, she also liked to wet panties in public or in private and conceal themselves with magic, or, and this was the thing she preferred, she liked to wet the bed, naked or with panties, she liked to get wet slowly, relaxing and feeling the heat caress them and tickle her pussy , then she liked to masturbate and come several times, all this obviously was done by deactivating her search magic, otherwise always active, for this she had not heard the explosion and for this she had not realizing that Marsillia was now entering her room without knocking. (Fredegunde'mind ') oh no !, I have to do that thing, even if ... No! My honor depends on it! Suddenly a 30 meter (100 ft) radius sphere formed around Fredegunde sitting on her wet bed, it was one of the most powerful spells known to mankind, time control, it allowed anyone in the sphere to move, this however, he consumed an incredible amount of magical power, it was said that it was impossible to remain inside the sphere and moveĺ for more than 1 second even for an army wizard or for a lower class adventurer (A) for Fredegunde it was not difficult use the time control, the problem is that it had a negative effect on her ... ~prrt~ ~prrt~ ~pffftt~ Farting and a thurd of soft mush made their way between Fredegunde's buttocks, she hated getting dirty and now her bed and her white panties had turned brown, there was nothing she could do, as soon as she used the control of the passage of time, she immediately shook bladder and bowel, however his bladder was empty so he only made a soft mess in his panties, he hated messing on himself because it was a mess to clean up, however he could not be seen by anyone while masturbating up in a bed wet with pee. 5 minutes later, that outside it wasn't even a blink and Fredegunde had washed herself with magic, drying herself, changed herself and after cleaning the bed, dispelled the magic and saw a simple maid enter, the personal maid Chloe if he wasn't wrong. Fredegunde was slightly angry ... (Fredegunde'mind '): who is this maid? it was called ... Marsillia ... right? (Fredegunde): why didn't you knock? I was practicing magic control! She said a little annoyed and embarrassed (Marsillia): excuse me ... now there is no time, little Chlothsinda and her stepsister Elizabeth are very ill ... ~pfft~ Marsillia apologized embarrassed, not because she realized that she had to knock on the archmage's door, but because although Fredegunde's spell would apparently stop time, this was not true, what was inside the area he would have lived, therefore the body would have worked and this allowed Marsillia's bowels to ferment and produce gas, which was immediately released by the maid. ~grrlllgrl~ A faint sound made the waitress understand that she had to go but there was no time, she would wait, she also felt her bladder oddly filling, yet she had got wet a little while ago ... (Fredegunde): what do you mean? Where are the girls now? (Marsillia): they are in the east wing, second floor, in the middle of the central corridor ... (Fredegunde'mind '): it seems serious, serious, better to hurry ... (Fredegunde): soon, take my hand, we will go with the teleportation! (Marsillia): ... EEEEEEEH ?! Teleport? Are you serious? Not for nothing are you an archmage ... wow Fredegunde could only use teleportation 3 times a month, it was a magical ability rather than a spell, to use it she must have been in that place and had to have it in mind while. ~poof~ While Marseille comments in amazement at her ability, Fredegonde took his hand and they teleported. ~Thud~ ~Thud~ Apparently Fredegunde calculated badly and they appeared 1 meter (3.2 ft) above the ground, so no longer feeling the floor under their shoes, they fell to the ground and lost their balance by falling on their backs ... ~pfft~ ~hiss~ Marsillia released the gas that was in her bowel and a very small jet of pee entered her in Chloe's black panties, even if someone saw them under her skirt, she could not see anything, the smell of the fart, however, was different ... (Fredegunde): Chloe! Mind Marsillia was sitting to prevent the smell of her fart from leaving her skirt, Fredegunde had already performed an analysis on the body of Chloe who was nearby, Fredegunde did not give the slightest importance to the bodies of the duchess' daughters, for her they did not have a space, Chloe instead considered her almost as a younger sister or rather as the only relative she had left since she considered Katherine almost like a mother and had talked a lot with her about Chloe. (Fredegunde'mind '): not good, her body has been cold for too long, the heart still beats but the brain seems to have ceased its activity for some time now, I must immediately influence magical powers in her, then warm her up and put her to bed! (Fredegunde): Marsillia !, now as I try to restore little Chloe's magical power, please tell me what happened! (Marsillia): yes ... well you see I don't know very well what is understood, but I think this is the work of Chloe ... From what I understand it seems to have lost control of itself and its powers ... (Fredegunde): I understand ... Fredegunde was amazed. (Fredegunde'mind '): I didn't think you could lose control at the age of 11, you shouldn't have enough power to not be able to control it ... could Katherine have been wrong? He said he started practicing for Chloe at age 12 ... Maybe... A sudden event? One thing discovered? Strong emotion? Something must have happened that triggered Chloe's loss of control ... however she shouldn't have enough power to beat Isabel the genius who like me started practicing magic in less than 5 years ... Fredegunde then always looked around while returning magical power to Chloe. (Fredegunde): wait what? Fredegunde saw the damage on the wall, debris, charred burns and dried blood. (Fredegunde'mind '): I'm afraid, if I had a full bladder I would have already drenched my panties ... it couldn't have been Chloe, the thing that worries me most is the blood, there's too much ... Wait ... if she was really Chloe, after all she is the daughter of that paladin, she could have really been Chloe but in this case because now she is so ... cold as if she had used the over-magic for too long ... wait a moment ... Fredegunde cast a preveve high-level divination spell, always as he released his magical power to flow into Chloe's cold body, it was so that Fredegunde understood that Chloe had actually used over-magic and had done it for more than 10 minutes, not she had time to see what had happened before, she only saw how Chloe had tried to save Elizabeth, but she realized one thing and that made her seriously depressed. (Fredegunde'mind '): Chloe is too powerful, using over-magic all that time, means that she has high mental stamina and enormous basic magical power, to heal her body completely, except the brain, she had to at least get her back to her basic magical power reserve, but she had used over-magic for too long, I don't own the amount Chloe needs, maybe not even half! No, I can't give up like this, after all I just need more magic power right? Just potions, potions ... of magical regeneration ... I should have them in the ultra-dimensional storage warehouse! Marsillia was standing while dancing the dance of despair while every now and then a slight fart came out of her ass, she had to pee and take a dump in the bathroom before her panties became a war zone under the archmage's nose! ~prrt~ (Marsillia'mind): why now? Why to me? ~prrt~ ~prrt~ ~prrt~ ~prrt~ ~prrt~ ~prrt~ Marsillia farted continuously, Fredegunde instead had extracted all the potions she needed from the ultra-dimensional warehouse and flooded Chloe's body with enormous quantities of magical power, she drank and released magic, she drank and released magic, continued for a while and finally saw that Chloe's skin regained its natural color, she had almost finished the potions and had filled up with them, she already felt her bladder filling but she didn't even think about it, now she had to heat Chloe and hope that her brain has not suffered any damage. (Fredegunde): Marsillia, come here help me make Chloe sit down, indeed no, bring me from her room of clothes and a blanket as quickly as possible, I can warm her body but she must still keep warm on her own, hurry up please! (Marsillia): ok I'm going right away, but can I go to the servants' rooms first? You see, lady archmage, I should really go to the bathroom ... ~Grlgrlgrlgr~ Marsillia's bowels, as if waiting for his admission, confirmed that he needed the bathroom making the maid blush with a scarlet red. (Fredegunde): all right, I understand, however, now there is no time, for now continue to release gas, you will go to the bathroom later, now we have no time! (Marsillia): .... I ..... er ..... ok .... although I think that ..... nothing .... ok thanks for the advice and sorry for my vulgarity ! (Fredegunde'mind '): what I said ... I can't believe it is so embarrassing, I'm also getting excited to see her desperate, No! Now I have to save Chloe! Marsillia was embarrassed, Fredegunde was embarrassed, Marsillia had to go to the bathroom, felt the pressure on her bladder and her bowels ready to empty, but she decided to do as she was told! She wanted to save Chloe too, so she tried to release a fart but ... ~prrrrrrrttttt~ ~Brrrrrrrptptrrttffh~ ~brprprprphrtbtbtbt~ Marsillia could not resist and released all the semi-solid content of her bowel all in Chloe's black panties that were leaking on the sides, letting the brown Marsillia mess fall to the ground. (Marsillia): sorry ... sniff ... sniff, I didn't know how to stop..sniff..sniff ... (Fredegunde'mind '): he really did it, I don't believe it is so disgusting, but strangely if I think it's not me who gets my panties dirty ... it excites me and so much ... but now is not the time. (Fredegunde): it doesn't matter now, let's think about Chloe, go get what I asked for earlier and you will be rewarded! (Marsillia): yes! I go immediately! Marsillia ran with the casino that dripped from her underwear, while running she made wet and crushing noises of her waste, she decided to release her exhausted bladder in Chloe's poor panties, now those panties were equally ruined! Meanwhile, Elizabeth's mother had returned to the palace and Isabel, the Duchess, was walking with her escort in the entrance hall towards the east wing, ready as usual to embrace and kiss her daughters lovingly and be told what they had done today . Okay, and of the fourth chapter! World statistics: Average demon: Magic: 25 Strength: 50 Bladder: 16 Bowel: 16 Average adult human (25 years old): Magic: 1 Strength: 10 Bladder: 8 Bowel: 8 Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe) Magic: 200 Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost) Bladder: 6 (awake) -2 (sleeping) Bowel: 7 (when awake) 5 (sleeping) Isabel (prodigy sorceress) Magic: 85 Strength: 1 (basic) Bladder: 3 (awake) 4 (sleeping) Bowel: 3 (when awake) 4 (sleeping) Elizabeth (remorse stepsister) Magic: 0 Strength: 6 Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping) Bowel: 6 (awake) 2 (sleeping) Marsillia (maid who fart) Magic: 3 Strength: 9 Bladder: 4(awake) 6(sleeping) Bowel: 2 (awake) 5 (sleeping) Fredegunde (the perverted archmage) Magic: 320 Strength: 5(basic) Bladder: 10(awake) 1(sleeping) Bowel: 5(awake) 5 (sleeping) Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother) Magic: 999 Strength: 999 (basic) Bladder: ??? Bowel: ??? Statistical info: if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses! if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3! strength (basic) means without magic upgrade! If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks!
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  17. Hello all! For awhile now, I've been wanting to make DL art featuring messing/wetting, and I recently finally found the time to make some. This is one of the first diaper pictures I've made, so please let me know what you all think! I am thinking about making a story featuring this character when I have more time. I do plan on making more art and posting it here as well when I can.
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  18. Some girls know that some boys gets horny if they hold a full bladder for hours, if the boys know that they would need to wee, but don’t go. Years ago, I made a car trip with one of my friends and with two girls. This girls was not our girl friends, just girls for fun. On the way home, it was late in the afternoon, admitted the girl from my friend that she was needing to wee really bad. I did love to hear that and i was hard at the moment, but my friend told her that he would stop at the next parking lot. I really did not want that! I was surprised as the girl said that it would not be necessary to stop for her, she is going to hold it until she is at home. My friend told her that it would take more than two hours. The girl answered that she did not pee since 5 in the morning and that 2 or 3 hours more would not mind. I was total aroused. We all did know now, that she was needing to wee bad and that her bladder was full with hot wee from the day. My girl pissed twice since the morning, bad girl. One hour later she said „ it’s getting really bad „ and pressed with her hand in her belly, on her full bladder “I‘ll stop at the next station „ said my friend, a little bit worried. “No, we don’t need to stop, i am good in holding, my bladder has simply to endure that „ she replied and massaged her bladder. My friend did not care about that, but i was horny like hell and i think that was exactly what she wanted, to make us horny. It was bad, she had the wrong boy and i had the wrong girl. I wanted more of it, i wanted to talk about her full bladder and her need to pee. I wanted to increase my horniness , so i asked her what her longest time was, without a wee. She did total realize that i was, in opposite to my friend, absolute horny from her holding performance. She told us that she sometimes did hold it from evening until next day afternoon. One hour later she said, that she will wee her panties if she is not soon at home. She pressed her hands between her thighs. She did exactly know that i was thinking on her full bladder, on her panties and on her squeezed girl slit. She nearly forced me to do that. Did someone of you had a similar experience with a girl. Where a girl told you that she would need to wee, but did not go? Where a girl told you that she would need a loo, where she told you how bad she would need it and still did not go for hours? Where a girl did try to make you horny with her bursting bladder and with her desperation? Please write some experiences or stories about that. ,
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  19. This is my first story here, so feedback is appreciated. This is based in part on real events, and I intend on it being many parts. It may start kind of slow, but it’ll pick up. One summer evening after my junior year of college, I wanted to throw a party. It was going to be a mix of guys and girls - some of my guy friends from high school, and a bunch of girls a year younger than I that I knew through a family friend. I had known this family friend, Emily, for years. Our families did everything together, and we eventually had our share of sexual encounters. We told each other everything - the typical “there for each other through the best and the worst of times.” She was rather attractive, around 5’ 2” with blonde hair, blue eyes, an athletic build, and a bubbly personality. We grew somewhat apart when we went to different colleges, but we still talked. This particular summer evening, we had decided to throw a joint party at my uncle’s cabin on a lake. That’s where I had one of the most memorable nights of my life. My friends are flakes, and none of them showed up. None. They made up various excuses, but in the end, it was me and five girls (not the worst scenario, to be sure). I had concocted a jungle juice for the ages, and we began drinking and playing games into the night. I was flirting hard with one of the girls (not Emily), and it was well reciprocated. We had begun playing truth or dare (somewhat childish, but we were pretty drunk) when I dared her to jump into the lake. One unforeseen consequence of this was that cold water tends to sober people up, and once we were all in the lake, the girls realized that 2AM was probably bedtime (much to my chagrin). The girl who I was flirting with was originally going to sleep in my room, but sober(er) her decided it was a better idea to sleep in a different one. The bed she took was supposed to be Emily’s, so I invited her to stay in mine. Since nothing sexual had happened between us for years, we both had assumed that chapter had closed. We got into bed, and I realized that my clothes were still damp. “My clothes are still damp from the lake, sorry about that.” “Well, you can just take them off,” she replied while batting her beautiful blue eyes at me. For once in my life, I came up with a witty response, probably due to the booze. “Well, maybe you should too then.” She smiled and we both stripped down to our underwear. I slowly moved towards her, and kissed her lips tenderly. The situation quickly escalated. After sex, we both laid down and began talking. “I miss knowing everything about your life, and telling you about mine,” Emily said as she nestled against my chest. “I agree, telling you almost everything was so nice.” I realized my mistake immediately. She sat bolt upright and looked me in the eyes. “ALMOST? What haven’t you told me?!” Of course, that one thing had been related to my fetish for girls having accidents in their pants, day or night, and wearing pull-up style underwear. I figured this was sharing too much, so I said it was “nothing.” She kept bugging me for the next twenty minutes, clearly refusing to let it go. So, drunk me reasoned that if I couldn’t tell this girl, who I knew wouldn’t tell a soul and on whom I had plenty of dirt, I couldn’t tell anyone. So, I took the plunge. “If I tell you, you have to promise that you won’t say anything to a single soul. It would destroy me if you did,” I said with the most serious face I could muster while my heart was pounding like a runaway jackhammer. “Have I ever told anyone anything? Besides, you know plenty about me that I wouldn’t want spread. I promise.” I stared into her expectant blue eyes, and sighed. “I get turned on when girls wet their pants and/or wear pull-ups.” Emily just looked at me, her eyebrow cocked. She had a small smile that began to grow. “Huh, not what I expected you to say.” I decided to keep going further because the reaction was decent. “Well I mean, it’s not that much of a turn on (a lie), but it’s kinda nice.” We talked about when she stopped wetting the bed normally (aged 5) and about the time I tried to hold her back from going to the bathroom (it made sense now) and how I had never seen a girl pee her pants before (she was surprised, because she says it happens a lot when girls are drunk). I then took a ballsy plunge. “What would you think about wearing one?” “What do you mean?” “A pull-up. My college-aged cousin only stopped wetting the bed a few years ago and there should be some leftovers in the closet.” She looked at me mischievously. “Well what do I get out of it?” “The best sex you’ve ever had,” I responded with an equal amount of mischief in my voice. Emily smirked and looked at me. “Go get it,” she whispered. I scrambled out of the bed quicker than I ever could have expected myself to in my current state. I yanked a girls Goodnite out of the package in the back of the closet and gave it to her. She laughed while holding it. “Never thought I’d be back in these. It’s too small!” “I promise it’s not, just try.” I would’ve said anything to get her into those training pants. She sat down on the bed and slowly pulled it up over her hips. It fit perfectly, and she laughed some more. “Wanna do a twirl for me?” I asked with a wink. She stood up and slowly turned around, allowing me to see the tight Goodnite hugging her butt and perfectly framing her crotch. I grabbed her and thrust her onto the bed while she giggled, and started touching her through her pull-up. She moaned, and I understood that she was getting some pleasure out of the arrangement. We proceeded to have our best sex ever. After, I rolled over and whispered in Emily’s ear. “If you hadn’t peed before bed we could have had even more fun in the morning.” She rolled her eyes and said “be glad I’m going to sleep in this thing for you,” and went to bed. I woke up first, and nudged her awake. Once Emily got a feel for her surroundings, she immediately tugged the (obviously dry) Goodnite down her legs. “What do I do with this?” “You could always save it for another time,” I teased. That got an eye roll, and instead she put it back into the recesses of the closet. We all left the house pretty soon after that, but in fact, the fun was just beginning.
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    So I've been a busy girl, and spent a bunch of time grabbing videos off Twitter. I offer you these 800+ videos as a holiday gift. This is the first installation. I can't guarantee there are no reposts but there is a lot of new content. They typically range from 30 seconds to a max 2 minutes. This collection are wetting videos, so there's everything in here from cute desperation, intentional panty wetting, and accidents. I've helpfully numbered them all, so if you find one you really like, give a shout out to the number in the comments Here’s the next 100! Enjoy! Rach
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  21. I've had a couple girlfriends in the past that were cool with omorashi and did it because they cared about me which I really appreciated but I always wonder why people don't try to get together here. We all share a similar kink/fetish and it's difficult to find people like that.
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  22. The deal!

    Just a short story- or better a short experiences. I had a date with a pretty, young girl. It was our second or our third date and we did not know us really good. We spendet the afternoon together and at the evening we had a dinner in a Italien restaurant. After the dinner she wanted to go to a cinema. I did not want to go, because it was Sunday and I had to get up early next morning. She was disappoint about that. After we ordered our meal, she wanted to go to the bathroom. I stopped her and told her that I would take her to the cinema if she would not go to the loo. She was surprised about my offer and told me that she did not wee since early in the morning and that it would be really urgently by now. She wanted to know the reason why she should not go. I told her that I love it if a girl need to wee, but don’t go, if she hold it and that i love it to know that a girl has a big, full bladder in her belly. I said “ can we make a deal? I take you to the cinema and you hold it for me.” She could not really understand why she should do that, but she agreed, she wanted to see a special film. She did not go to the loo and she did not wee. Now I did not think on the next morning, i did only think on the girl’s need to pee and on her full bladder. I had time enough, all night, if she would not piss herself before. We had dinner for more than one hour and i made her drink a lot. The girl did not wee before we left to the cinema. We had to drive about 30 minutes. I went for the ticket, she was standing beside me, with her beautiful legs, tight crossed. ”I need to wee so bad, can i go please “ she asked me. ”No! A deal is a deal. You are a big girl, you can hold it.” I answered consequent. ”But i am holding it for so long, i am needing to wee since afternoon. Let me go please.” she said. “No, you promised me to hold it, so hold it!!” I answered. Instead that i did let her empty her overfilled bladder, i filled it up more. A large soda for her and no wee! She could not sit still for a minute, she told me every few minutes how bad she would need to wee and how full her bladder would be. I really did love it! Sometimes i did feel if her panties are still dry and they was until the end of the film. The deal was that she would hold it for me until the end of the film and than i would let her go, but she had bad luck. The Exit was directly to the street and there was no loos, where she could finally go. No wee for her! She was needing to wee so bad, but she had to go with me to my car. On the way she did rubbing her knees together at each step, she had to stop to cross her legs, she did bend over and sometimes she pressed her hand under her skirt, between her nude thighs and squatted for a few seconds, but she did not piss, she were needing it so bad, but she did not, she did hold it! She did hold it in my car, all the way home. She told me, that she never needed to wee so bad in her life than now. No film in the world could have been better and more erotic for me, than to see this girl act to keep her panties dry. It was total arousing for me, I would have given her the Oscar for that. She did not act, it was reality pure. I think that this was a good deal for me.
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  23. So, I've started a new job in fire safety. I visit people's homes to show them what they should and shouldn't do to prevent a house fire. This is actually something I am passionate about, because I lost my home once due to a fire. Today I had two appointments back to back. I stopped at the gas station to fuel up. I also had to pee. After putting gas in my car, I went inside to use the bathroom. It was only a one person bathroom, and of course somebody was in there. I waited for a few minutes, but she was taking too long. I had to get going, otherwise I'd be late to my first appointment. So, with a full bladder I got into my car and drove to my first client. About a 20 minute drive. Each presentation lasts about 1½-2 hours. Most of my presentation, I can do sitting down. I was able to hide how bad I had to go pretty easy, and it made it easier to hold on too. However, there is one part that I tour around the client's home to point out certain fire hazards and such. I tried to hide how much I had to pee. I crossed my legs as inconspicuously as I could, and tried to keep my body as composed and relaxed as possible. At one point I did feel a little trickle start. I clenched all the muscles in my abdomen to make it stop. We finally got back to our table, and when I sat down, I could feel my wet panties press against me. I was a little nervous, but my presentation was almost finished. Unfortunately, that presentation ran a little long, and my next appointment was right after that one. I also had a 20 minute drive to get there. So, because of getting done late, I wasn't able to stop at a gas station to use the bathroom. I drove with my legs pushed together, using cruise control as much as I could. My hand between my legs, and pushing against me. My bladder felt so heavy. I could feel my abdomen muscles begin to spasm. I was about to pee my pants. I eventually found my next client's house, and worked really hard to get myself composed to go inside. I introduced myself, and started to set my presentation up. I sat down at the table and crossed my legs again. They didn't seem to notice, and they sat down too. Everything seemed to be fine when we were all sitting, but I was dreading the part of going through their home. I felt my hands start to get shaky as I was talking to them, and it was starting to get difficult to focus. They still didn't seem to notice, though. I gingerly got up from my seat to tour their home. I crossed my legs immediately, and asked them to lead the way. I was walking behind them, so I was able to somewhat keep my legs crossed, and do that awkward crab walk. Ugh, I had to pee so bad. I quickly went through my list of things I saw in their home, and gave my recommendations. I began to pack up my stuff, and felt the trickle start again. The family and I kept talking about the information I had just given them. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but it kept going. I threw on my coat, so that way it would hide my pants darkening. I carried my bags in front of me. I made my way out to my car. The woman, kept chatting with me. I was dying for her to let me leave, but I was trying to stay professional. I was on the opposite side of my car from her, and I could really feel my legs start to get wet. I eventually lied to her, and said that I have another house to go to. I finally got into my car, and looked at the damage to my pants. They were dark all throughout the crotch of my pants with lines running down the seams. I pressed my hand against me again to try and stop the slow leak. I only had about a 10 minute drive to get home. It seemed like I'd already let so much out. I drove with my hand so far between my legs. I had my wrist pushing against me as hard as I could. That wasn't working. A large leak escaped me, and I could feel it pool in the seat of my car. I was minutes away from home. I was barely hanging on. I finally got home. I didn't even bother to grab my stuff before I ran inside. As I was running, the little trickle turned into a steady stream. I got to my bathroom, and didn't even see a point to trying to get my pants off, so I jumped in the shower and let loose. The feeling was so orgasmic. Everything got so warm, and it felt so good. My pants were soaked. I took them off along with the rest of my clothes, and took a shower.
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  24. Hey everyone. I've been laying low. I last minute moved across the country. I moved from the state of Washington to Illinois for family reasons. I drove, and hired a moving company to move my stuff. It was a three day trip. I had to take a little bit longer route to try and avoid as much of the mountains as possible with it being winter. On the first night I stopped in Boise, Idaho to stay the night. I had my cats with me too. They traveled well. I got into the hotel and almost immediately after getting the cats settled, I laid in bed. The next thing I remember, I woke up around 2:30-3am with wet shorts and panties. I felt around and the bed, and the wetness was spread around about arms length from my body in all directions. I couldn't believe it. I felt terrible, and definitely felt like a little kid. I hadn't wet the bed in forever. Must have been a combination of stress and exhaustion. I changed into new pajamas and tried to sleep on top of the blankets, but couldn't fall back to sleep. So I got my stuff and cats together and set out for the next leg of my trip.
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  25. Hello everyone! My name is Elowyn and I’m super excited to be able to finally have a profile now. I have so many stories and pictures to share with y’all! I hope to meet new people and hopefully new friends. A little bit about me: I’m young, I recently turned 18, but I’ve been living independently for a couple years now. I create fetish content (pictures and videos), and my loving boyfriend encourages me and participates too. I’ve known I’ve been into pee for a while but indulging like I have since I’ve turned 18 has been so much fun. Let me know when you found out you were into omorashi/pee, or just say hi or whatever! Nice to meet y’all!
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  26. Wet commute

    So I don't usually post stories here but after the week I have had I am feeling like I need to. I met a woman on kik recently who seems to have the same love for omorashi as I do. At first we connected while I was doing a hold at my house. I never wet in public before and always kept my fetish indoors. The hold was great, afterwards we chatted for a bit and I thought it was just a one time thing -- I was wrong. The next day I went to work. I work about an hour away from my house. My commute is multifaceted, I first drive to the public train and then walk about 10 mins from there. I wore beige slacks and light grey boxer-briefs. These pants in particular are very water absorbent and even when I get a little water on them after washing my hands or something it is very very obvious. So I was at my desk at work drinking seltzer water and realizing I have to pee a little, when I get a message from the woman on kik. At first I ignored it because I knew that I would not have the time to really give her the attention that she wanted, but I had to pee. I don't know what came over me. My office is a open-floor-space kind of place. So there where people all around me. The first thing she asks me is, "Do you have to pee ?" Which of course my answer was, " YES!" I was so turned on because she started sending me little videos of her slowly leaking in bed into a pair of blue panties. So against my better judgment I started to leak too. I was secretly wetting myself slowly under my desk. Co-workers were coming up and having conversations with me, I was advising clients on product design, I even helped my manager with a spreadsheet he was having problems with. When I looked at my crotch under my desk It was damp and just noticeable. The problem with wetting slowly like this is that I was now releasing pressure at the same rate that pressure was building. So I was simultaneously becoming seriously desperate. The kind of desperation where you aren't sure you can get up without completely exploding. I told this fact to the woman on kik and she (of course) was aroused by this. She urged me to let out a big spurt of hot piss into my pants. I knew that I couldn't, that I would pay serious social consequences if I pissed myself at work. But at the same time I really, really had to pee. I continued to leak and at this point my pants where pretty soaked. My hands were shaking I had to pee so bad -- I was frantic. I did the only thing I could do, wait for an opening when people weren't looking and run out of the office -- home. It maybe wasn't my best choice since like I said before my commute is quite involved, but I wasn't thinking clearly. Each person I walked by was looking at my crotch and then to me to see if I was a crazy person. It didn't help that also I had a huge hard on. by the time I got to the train it was packed full of people. I had to stand and hold myself in front of everyone. I took pictures of my crotch and sent them to the woman on kik. I didn't care at that point. I honestly thought I was about to pee on the train. But I didn't. somehow I made it to my car, with a absolutely soaked crotch I sat in my front seat and completely let go. The warmth felt amazing. I made a video to send and came immediately after. This was my Wednesday.
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  27. It’s great to have you back and I am loving this story so far
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  28. Oh, mostly the ones of my main fandoms right now and that would be Bloodborne and Dark Souls. I also create fanfiction for these fandoms because there is criminally little Omorashi for these ones. My fav Omo victim from Bloodborne is Laurence the first Vicar (human form, though I was thinking using his beast form too). For Dark Souls I have done different characters, but I am mainly interested in doing it with the Knight of Gwyn. I have one piece for Ornstein and two pieces for OCs. I also love Hollow Knight but decided to spare this wholesome fandom the Omo treatment, but I really would like to see a picture of Pure Vessel fearwetting (though Pure Vessel is genderless... but pretty much every Gijinka artist draws them as male presenting). When it comes to reading I often latch onto fandoms I am familiar with. So I read a lot about the MCU, I have a few fav writers who did that whole Omo thing with the Irondad & Spiderson dynamic and because I like Omo more in a "relatable stories that aren't done in a sexual way" way, these are gold for me. I also have read some stories about The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild. I am mostly into video games. And I got into Phoenix Wright lately. I really would like to see this lawyers desperate. I mean, their reaction animations already look like it ^^
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  29. Thanks. I'm glad everyone liked it. I definitely prefer to have planned wetting in the privacy of my home 😂 Everything turned out ok, lol
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  30. This seems like a bad idea. Urea breaks down to ammonia which combines with the water component of urine giving you ammonia hydroxide. Applying heat, such as in cooking, would only speed up the process of breaking down urea. Ammonia, and ammonia hyrdroxide, is extremely toxic. Exposure can cause severe skin irritation and chemical burns, so ingesting it would seem to fall under the category of bad ideas. In high enough amounts it will also cause kidney and liver damage. Inhaling it can cause such severe respiratory tract irritation as to cause suffocation and death.
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  31. I have the whole house to myself now, any ideas for fun? 🤪
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  32. Hi Rachel. It's quite simple. Best remove other downloader plugins from your browser first so they don't interfere. Then add the video downloadhelper plugin. Then when you go to PH and play a video, in the right top corner you will see three intertwined circles get color. You click on that and it will give you a couple of possible video qualities to download. For the best take the HLS streaming one. You will get a pop-up asking to install the helper program. Just do that. Then try again and it will ask you if you want to use that helper program or not. Say yes and it works from then on. You will notice that the downloaded video is not in your normal download folder but in a folder called dwhelper in your user folder. The plugin also works on most other video streaming sites. Hope this helps. Love Liesje
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  33. My own humble contribution
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  34. Chloe had been looking forward to going on this roller coaster ever since the park first spoke of it. The ride was called 'THE PLUNGER' and it had 5 loop de loops! She had dragged her best friend Mia all the way to the theme park just for this one ride. Chloe was wearing a tight light blue t-shirt and some jeans held up with a belt, whereas Mia was wearing denim shorts and a long sleeve top. They had both drank alot of water on the way to the theme park as the day was very hot. Chloe had chosen to get to the park really early to avoid queues for the new ride and be the first to try it out. As they arrived at the park Mia asked to use the toilet before going on the ride. "NO! We need to be the first one on the ride Mia! Pee after, it wont take that long. Don't worry, I kinda need to go too!" She said grabbing Mia's hand and racing off to the ride as the gates opened. They arrived as some of the first people and went on the front row. "I do hope it's not too bad" Mia started "I actually have to pee pretty badly" "I have to pee a little bit too but not that bad" Chloe returned. The ride started up and they where carried into the air up to the first drop. The ride blasted down and zoomed through two loops when the girls heard a scatching noise. The ride started to slow down as they reached another dropping section and came to a holt. "what just happened? Why did we stop?" Chloe asked. A voice came through a nearby speaker "The Ride has broken down we are sorry for any inconveniences, if you are stuck on the ride just wait for the ride to be fixed. Refunds will be issued if the waiting period is too long. Thank you." "They better get this ride going soon then" laughed Mia "getting desperate over here" The ride however did not start anytime soon. Nearly two hours later the ride was still stuck and situations had become more dire. Chloe noticed that in the past 15 minutes Mia had stopped speaking and was not silently fidgeting. She herself was getting increasingly desperate to the point of crossing her legs. "If they take much longer i will wet myself" said Mia after a while. "I'm really fucking desperate Chlo" "Don't worry they wont be too long now" said Chloe unsurely. Another 10 minutes passed and now chloe had started to feel really desperate. The barrier was pressing uncomfortably on her bladder, the more she struggled the worse it became. Mia was now fidgeting wildly and wimpering from time to time. "Chlo I...I think im gonna wet myself... seriously, I just leaked in my pants" she stammered. "Wait shit really?? Come on Mia you can hold it just try and distract yourself." "I cant it's just... Shit no. I cant hold it. Chlo i dont know what to do im about to pee! Fuck fuck i cant stop it. It keeps leaking out." "Use your hands to stop it" Chloe rushed, but she could see it was too late, there was a growing wet spot on her friends shorts. "Fuck It's coming out. I... cant stop...I cant" Mia fell silent and started to cry. There was pee running down her legs and seat. "Chlo i've just wet myself" "It's okay dont worry its not your fault" Chloe tried sympathetically. Seeing her friend wet herself had increased her need however and she was started to think she would be in the same place soon" 15 minutes painfully dragged along as Chloe struggled against her increasing need to pee. Her Bladder bulged against the barrier and she kept nearly leaking. "How you holding up Chlo?" asked Mia who had recovered from her accident. "I don't think i can hold it much longer, If the ride doesnt start soon.." She trailed off. After another painful 7 minutes the ride started up. What happened next was horrible, the loops where torture to her swollen bladder and she nearly leaked at the third drop. Against all odds she made it through the rest of the ride. "Mia wheres the nearest toilet" She asked With her hands on her crotch hopping from one foot to the other. As Mia checked the map Chloe had another painful urge to pee. She squeezed all her muscles as hard as she could and succefully held it in. "Mia please hurry i'm about to wet myself" "Looks like its this way" Mia shouted running off to the left. As they arrived at the toilets Chloe saw the massive line and groaned. She was doomed..... Stay tuned for the next part of the story! Comment what you would do in her situation 😛
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    A woman very desperate to pee is seen rushing over to the restroom in the park. As she enters the bathroom a man grabs her and ties her up and then leaves her alone to struggle. The woman now bursting is only feet away from the toilet she struggles trying to get free but is unable to hold it any longer and wets herself. Enjoy
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  36. Hey all, this is two stories, interconnected. First is a total fiction from the perspective of a female graduate student teaching assistant. No messing for the first one. I was inspired, for some reason, to write today and wrote this stream of consciousness, and I get a little too in the weeds in "grading" but uuhh... fuck it. It is what it is. I worked in helping people with their papers in college, so I got a little carried away, I guess. Second one is also a total fiction and is about two students. "Almost done with class," I thought. Morning coffee, iced tea, and over four hours straight in class and I was bursting. A coffee, I understand. Why did I also drink tea? Why didn't I step out of the classroom? Oh yeah, because I'm the teacher. All 15 students were sitting in a circle discussing the latest readings, and I don't know if that was a good thing for me or not. On one hand, I wasn't as conspicuous and my foot fidgeting could be construed as excess energy. On the other hand, being up at the chalkboard moving around could take my mind off things. Whatever, there was 15 minutes left, surely I could hold out that long. The students, thankfully were in an animated discussion about the finer points of... uuuhh... something. It's not like graduate students do the readings, either. I couldn't focus on what they were saying; I could barely breathe. I hadn't been this desperate since... since I was in 3rd grade. That ended with me peeing my pants in church all over the pew. God, that was embarrassing. I crossed my leg tightly. I grimaced at my tight black jeans - they dug into my bladder hard. I don't think when they designed fashion to objectify women, they thought me peeing my pants would be the outcome. Well, at least they're black, if I lose a little it likely won't be noticeable. Fuck. Am I so desperate that was a reasonable thought? It honestly felt like my lower body was going numb. If I peed right now, would I even notice? And then it hit - the first spurt. Oh, I sure did notice. I gasped softly and leaned forward slightly. I could tell the students to the left and right of me glanced over, and I felt my ears burning red. Oh god, did they suspect? The conversation was coming to a close on its own, fortunately. I didn't have any impact on it and I'm their teacher. Oh well, priorities. I looked at the clock and saw there was technically ten minutes left. Fuck it, class is ending now. "Alright, great discussion, I'm glad everyone was super engaged with the readings. I don't think there's anything else to cover, so unless there are questions..." (there never are) "I'll see you all next week where we'll just review for the midterm." Everyone packed up and I continued to sit, frozen with my legs crossed. There was no way I was getting up until I knew the damage. Everyone slowly filed out as I brought all my materials (essentially, a notebook, some pieces of paper with my lesson plan, and a pen) together to get ready to leave. One student wasn't leaving though. Selene. Damn. I forced a smile. "What's up?" "I was wondering if we could go over my paper before I turned it in because I'm gonna miss tomorrow's lecture for a swim meet." Oh, yes. Selene was on the University's swim team. I didn't envy her schedule. I did envy her athletic body, her upper half hidden in a hoodie but her bottom half showing off through her black leggings. I certainly had a butt that turned heads (something I had to be careful about around male students!), but it had been years since I had been able to work out regularly. I also envied her ability to pee while doing her job in the pool... I grimaced. "Sorry, I know it's about to be my office hours, but could we check in later today?" She responded, "I have class in twenty minutes, could we just quickly go over it now?" I had to be a teacher for just ten or fifteen more minutes. I could do that, right? It's my responsibility. "Sure. Let's head to my office since this classroom has another class in it later." I resigned myself to getting out of my chair, but fortunately the black pants seemed to pay off. In fact, it was a small enough spurt I'm not sure it even got on my pants. Standing, though, redoubled my desperation. I was subconsciously grinding my teeth, I had to go so bad, but I powered through and began walking to the office. We fortunately made the two flight trek downstairs without incident. However, another spurt hit as I unlocked the door. There was nothing I could do except hope it wasn't noticeable, and I let Selene in and sat at my desk. I was grateful that none of my officemates were in. Why, in case I was going to have an accident? That wasn't going to happen! I'm an adult, an educator. Then again, I was sort of already having an accident, I guess. Selene pulled up a chair next to my desk, facing me. She immediately crossed her legs, as well, and a vague thought crossed my mind - that is, before yet another spurt. I had long since spurned my Catholic upbringing, but praying to God seemed like a good idea at this point. She handed me her rough draft and I quickly skimmed through it as best I could. I wrote some grammatical edits as I went. The task of being forced to read took my mind off things, which was good. The paper was honestly pretty cool. Our class was an obscure cross-listed sociology/history class on athletics in the United States (hence the significant number of athlete students). Since it was Black History Month, we were reading about pioneer black American athletes, like Jackie Robinson or John Carlos. Selene wrote a paper about the history of black women in swimming and she discussed the history of underrepresentation of black Americans in swimming and highlighted Simone Manuel as the first African American woman to win an Olympic gold. I was so engrossed, in fact, that another spurt occurred... this one wasn't like the last ones. The last ones were like for a literal moment, milliseconds (and hopefully milliliters). This one was for two whole seconds. That doesn't sound long... except when you're peeing your pants. I knew my underwear had no chance (black boyshorts, by the way - gotta keep it conservative when I teach so I don't accidentally flash my students my underwear). It was going to soak my jeans. I was afraid it might have been audible. I looked up and saw Selene was in her own world. Her legs were crossed, too, and she was rocking back and forth, staring blankly at her knees, clad in black leggings. Honestly, it looked like she had to go almost as badly as me. I took the opportunity to glance down. Sitting with my legs crossed, I saw nothing. I definitely felt wet (and the wetness was rapidly cooling!) between my legs, though. It didn't feel like it was down to my butt... yet... "Hey, Selene, so I think this is a strong paper and you picked a really interesting topic." She jerked her head up to attention. I continued, "I made some minor grammatical fixes, but I think the way you organized the speech was totally clear and easy to follow. I especially like using Simone's life as a personal case to contrast to the history." God, it was weird to try to act professional as you were about to do the most childish thing possible. Honestly, I couldn't tell if I was slowly peeing as I was talking or not. "You do a good job dispelling the racist myths of why black people don't go into swimming professionally and you talk about underrepresentation of famous figures and Simone potentially changing that, like Serena and Venus for tennis, but I think you could delve in more to this point about lack of black access to swim teams due to financial barriers." Fuck, I definitely just peed a bit more. Maybe another two or three seconds? It was definitely on my butt. It was probably on my seat, which was at least cushioned so it soaked it up instead of rolling off. I was safe from Selene, at least - after... well, I'll figure that out then. She didn't look like she was paying that much attention, frankly, which I was relieved about but also annoyed by. Why the hell had she asked to meet if she was just going to zone out? So I would pee my pants? Ugh, I guess I'll be the responsible teacher. I quickly wrote on the sheet, "Expand on financial barriers to swimming." I handed it back to her, spurting as I did so and pretending everything was fine. "Otherwise, it looks solid. Don't worry about the lecture, I can send you slides..." I trailed off as I saw her immediately shoot her hand down to her crotch. She bent over and breathlessly said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just really have to pee and was hoping to be able to meet with you before I had to go to my next class so I wouldn't be late." Watching her desperation was too much for me. I started peeing in earnest. I just sat there, cross-legged, and peed, frozen in shock. It started with a two second spurt as she apologized. It then became a slow and steady stream that picked up steam. I wordlessly opened my mouth to respond, but had nothing to say. I just looked down and saw piss pool between my legs. I did my best to squeeze shut, but all I did was slow it down for a second. I looked up and she STILL hadn't noticed. She was going on. "I'll just quickly stop by the bathroom and be right back, I'm so sorry!" She stood up, hand still in her crotch, legs still crossed. When she stood up, I saw a wet spot the size of a dollar bill on the seat. I strangely wondered if it was all in one go or over time. As she stood up, I saw she could finally see my piss. She was shocked and stood there, mouth agape, staring at the piss pool before eventually reaching my knees and flowing down my legs and onto the floor. It overflowed the chair, too, and leaked out of the cushion in all directions. It was a mess, and I was mortified. Selene, however, turned bright pink as well. I looked down to see a rush of urine cascade down her black leggings, glistening its way from her crotch down to her knees... then eventually her shoes. Her hand was still in her crotch, now wet with her own piss. We were both silent in our shock and disgrace, and I could hear both her and my piss hiss its way out of our bodies. She finished peeing before I did. Or maybe she actually succeeded in stopping. I long since gave up. It was the longest, most awkward pause of my whole life. She uncrossed her legs and stood sheepishly, looking down at herself. When I was done, I cleared my throat. "Maybe next time you tell me if you have to pee so we can both pee beforehand." It wasn't funny, but the situation was so absurd we both just started laughing. She tried to get this done as soon as possible so she could go pee, I wanted it to not happen so I could pee. If only one of us had said, "Just gimme a sec and let me pee" we both would have peed and the dumbest, most embarrassing moment of my life (and probably hers!) wouldn't have happened. God, what a shitty day - wait, I take that back, I certainly don't want THAT to happen. She took off her hoodie, a white tank top underneath, and tied it around her waist. "How obvious is it?" "Uuh... pretty obvious. You probably want to skip your next class. Don't tell anyone your teacher said so." "Also don't tell anyone their teacher peed their pants?" "Only if you want me to tell the world our revered campus swimmer peed hers." "We pee in the pool all the time, honestly, I'm afraid I'll forget I'm not in the pool and just piss where I'm sitting." "A little late for that, don't you think?" There was a pause before we chuckled again. She said, "Well, I guess I'll figure something out... maybe try the hand dryers in the bathroom..." We said our goodbyes and I called my boyfriend, Sam. "Hey, uuh, Sam? How quickly can you get to my office? And do you have a change of pants? Yeah, it's quite the story..." Well, we'd always wanted to have sex in my office... at this point, I'd gladly do it to thank him for bringing me pants, but it's a real question on whether he'd want to in this state. BONUS STORY!!! MESSING WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dunno, I was just feeling it. Grace and Emma walked out of class. Grace, a tall, brown-haired woman clad in a short dress down to above her knees, whispered to her friend. "I think our teacher had to pee..." Emma, who was equally tall, but skinnier (and envious of Grace's ass) and blonde was in gray yoga pants and a white top with a frill. She whispered back, "I do too, I'm gonna pee my pants if we don't get to a bathroom ASAP." Grace giggled. "I have to pee too. The bathroom's right by the front door." They walked in to see both stalls taken and a line. Emma groaned. "Ugh, let's find a new one." They exited the building and entered the one next door, the Chemistry building. Emma scanned the place. "Do you know where the bathrooms are? I've never been in here." Grace shrugged. "I haven't, either. It can't be that hard to find, plenty of people have class in this building." They wandered the halls, but for some reason a bathroom eluded them. Emma put her hand on Grace's shoulder. "Grace. Listen. If we don't find a bathroom in the next five minutes, I'm not just gonna piss myself. I'm gonna shit myself. It's gonna be the worst." Grace had to poop, too, to be honest, but never had the brazenness that Emma did. "Well, let's check the second floor, then, I'm not going to a new building!" They wandered the second floor. They found a bathroom, but of course it was out of order. Emma groaned. "HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?" This was beyond amusing to Grace, and she just stayed silent. A fart caught her attention, though. Emma was bright red. "My bad. Let's get out of here before someone smells us." They ran to the third floor, Grace leaving some silent farts of her own. Her butt was tightly clenched, her muscles visibly tense through her yoga pants. Emma came to a halt. "Hold up, I'm about to piss myself here." Emma crossed her legs and bent over, clearly fighting her hardest. Grace, too, was struggling, though she tried to hide it. Emma looked up. "Oh my god, Grace, I think I pissed myself a little." She looked around, saw the hallway was empty, and lifted her dress. Grace exclaimed, "We're in public, don't show me!" It was too late, and on Emma's bright red thong was a darker splotch. A line ran down her upper leg and was lost around her knee, as well. Grace followed up, "Well, let's find a bathroom, fast!" They power walked as best they could onward. Emma whispered, "I'm fucking peeing as we're walking." Grace couldn't help but glance over and see trickles running down Emma's legs. Finally, at the end of the third floor, they saw a bathroom sign. It was a unisex one, but a bathroom nonetheless. They both started running to get there. Grace felt a spurt, but she didn't care - she was so close to salvation. When they got to the door, Emma swung it open and saw there was one toilet. They looked at each other. At that pause, Grace heard another fart from Emma. Emma turned bright red. That fart was definitely wet and stained her thong. "Listen, I'm already pissing myself and there was definitely something more to that fart. Just let me go and I won't even wipe, you can go right after." Grace really, really wanted to go, and the wet spot clung tightly to her crotch. She was caught in a moment of indecision. Emma farted again, while a small nugget of poop shot out and was caught by her thong. She muttered, "Fuck it" and strode to the toilet, lifted her dress, and sat down. Grace hurriedly entered and closed and locked the door. Emma wasn't even bothering to take off her underwear, and a steady stream could be heard. Emma was pooping her thong as she sat, as well, and bigger splashes indicated that. Her thong was just pushed aside easily as a log flowed out, followed by two more. Grace stood in front of Emma and crossed her legs tightly. However, it was to no avail listening to Emma's relief. Piss spurted out of her, first for a couple seconds, then for five seconds. The wet spot grew until it was down to her mid-thighs. Emma looked up and said, shocked, "Are you pissing yourself?" Grace hung her head in shame as the rest of the piss came pouring out. Emma cried out, "Oh my god, just hold on, I'm almost done." Unbeknownst to Emma, Grace was also pooping herself. Her buttcheeks unclenched just slightly and a small point pushed out her yoga pants. It pushed out and out and curled up, creating a growing bulge behind. Fortunately, Emma's peeing and pooping masked the smell and covered up the sound of crackling. Emma was finished and stood up. "Yo, take the toilet!" It was too late. Grace was finished. Behind her was a bulge the size of an orange, while urine glistened on her legs down to her feet, her shoes surrounded by a puddle. Grace backed up til her butt touched the wall. "It's too late... God this is embarrassing." Emma stared for a second, then jumped into action. "You stay here. I'll go grab you a new pair of pants. No one can tell what I did with this dress." Grace nodded her head. "Thanks, Emma." "Don't thank me, I'm the reason you got screwed." Emma dried off her legs and walked out of the bathroom. She thought she could still smell the faint trace of piss and poop on her, but she kept moving quickly all the way to her dorm. Grace, however, had a more complicated clean-up. Fortunately, she got away with it, she thought. She peeled off her yoga pants and dumped the content into the toilet before pulling out a large wad of toilet paper.
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  37. I laid in bed, wearing a tight little shirt, no under clothes, and some leggings that were soft and velvety to the touch. I had been slowly leaking, just enough to get only my pants wet. I kept touching myself, petting the soft, warm, wet fabric. My crotch, my bottom, my thighs, all the way down to my knees, were nice and wet. I was halfway under the blankets, so every time I squirmed around in bed to change positions so that I would wet them evenly, the wonderful smell of piss would drift up. My wetting my leggings while in bed was so good that I didn't get any piss the bed at all. Then suddenly the desperate urges hit. Hard. I could squeeze my pelvic muscles, I could hold myself tightly between my legs, press my thighs together, feel the sensations of nearly cumming, enjoy the strong pulses... For about three minutes. With every little leak, more and more piss escaped in larger bursts. The need for sexual release was intense right along with the need for emptying my bladder. I knew this type, full bladder masturbating would cause greater rushes of piss. So I put my favorite piss blanket underneath my bottom and began touching myself, inside my pants, stroking my wet lips, fingering deep and hard inside, piss escaping with every curled finger reaching inside my. It was so easy to cum, but so hard to resist releasing all of my piss underneath me. I began writhing around even harder, the post orgasmic pleasure and the desperation pleasure pulsing deep inside me. I began arching my back, curling up into a tight ball. Continuing to breath heavily and moan softly. I let one more small stream flow. Barely able to stop myself from pissing everywhere in my bed. I knew that when the next wave slammed me from the inside, it would be a long, hot gushing flood. One last tight, spine tingling spasm came over me, stinging the hell out of me so pleasurably. Then I quickly sat up, barely able to hold my piss, gravity working against me. I almost fully ran to the bathroom. I knew better than to even try to pull my already wet pissy pants down. My hands didn't even touch my waistband. I sat right down on the toilet, leggings pulled all the way up, and pissed through them. It felt so good that as I squeezed off the flow, which was way more difficult than it usually is, I debated on what was to come next. The sound of pissing through leggings into the toilet was a different kind of sound. I sat there, wet and drippy bottom, for a moment. Then stood up and felt my wet bottom, my wet crotch, my hot, velvety soft material clinging to me. Then I went back to the toilet, facing the wall, straddled it, my pissy pants pulled up, and sat there leaning forward and pissed the rest of it out. Afterwards I just stood there feeling the relaxing after affects, the piss dripping farther and farther down the material of my leggings, touching my wet self all over. Finally I change into dry leggings and go back to bed. I knew the potential for more piss to make an appearance, and I wanted to feel the new warm small dribbles. A few little leaks escaped as my body twitced a bit. Everything began to relax even more. I fell asleep, my damp blanket and my skin still smelling of piss.
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  38. Some questions about the „staff „ : What do you think, how should the waitress girls and the waiter boys be dressed? The girls, extra short skirts and white panties or only tiny bikinis or something else? The boys, extra small and extra short shorts or small swimming trunks, what else? Their bellies should be nude, because we want to see if it is swollen and if the bladder is already bulging. What should the dancer wear? I think that the idea from Holding Princes is a good idea, they should not pee after the morning pee on this special Saturday’s, so that they are already full from beginning and then they should not be allowed to go until the end, at 4 am. Then before closing time they all should have to pee in a measuring jug. We want to see how much each of them was holding and maybe that they get payed for the amount of urine they was able to hold, or they get payed for the holding time, for the hours they did not wee. There could be two groups, no wee time or amount of wee. Some of the „holdingtimegroup“ don’t even pee in the morning, they hold it since the day before. Some of the „amount group „ pee before they start to work, but drink a lot all evening and all night. Maybe they get a bonus for the amount or for the time, or only the 3 best gets extra money, so that it ends in a kind of competition. Do you have any ideas or imaginations?
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  39. View File Rachel's 2019 Twitter Treasury - Diapers III So I've been a busy girl, and spent a bunch of time grabbing videos off Twitter. I offer you these 800+ videos as a holiday gift. This is the third and final installment of the diaper videos. I can't guarantee there are no reposts but there is a lot of new content. They typically range from 30 seconds to a max 2 minutes. This collection is of diaper videos, there are mostly pullups and some do-up diapers. And you are going to see some desperation, wetting, changing, that sort of thing. I've helpfully numbered them all, so if you find one you really like, give a shout out to the number in the comments Here’s the next 100! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/29/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay
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  40. Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate. The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks ! Chapter 3,Over-Magic: Chloe had almost killed her stepsisters, this because of the magic, it was actually her fault, even if she didn't want to admit it, if only she had practiced, if she had also trained with magic, all this would not have happened, or at least this that's what he thought, he was slowly hating magic more and more. Why wasn't her mother there to guide her anymore? Why wasn't he as strong as his mother? This is other "why?" Tormenting Chloe who as she took off her completely soaked red panties full of her body waste, Chloe remained in her bra while she was using a basic level spell cure spell on Elizabeth who was losing blood. (Chloe 'mind'): it is not possible! the blood doesn't stop! As a self-taught Chloe, he couldn't do anything but practice basic spells and magical control, so he didn't know how to reweld Elizabeth's shattered bones, he had the power but because of him he couldn't use it. (Chloe'mind '): I feel faint, I can't cure her alone, should I wake Isabel up? Seek help? Chloe had treated the wounds perfectly and disinfected them, however Elizabeth's bones and organs had been severely damaged, she could resist at most a few more minutes and Chloe seemed to realize it, however Chloe was using magic to block Elizabeth, if she moved, her shattered ribs could pierce her heart and at that point Elizabeth would die, Chloe could not allow it, and even if she was about to pass out and her magical power was almost finished she had to continue to treat Elizabeth while screaming to call for help. (Chloe):HELP!, my sister will die! please help me! help my sister! ~sniff~ ~psshhh~ ~sniff~ Chloe was crying, she was peeing, her body was in danger of suffering serious damage, one did not have to resist the fainting that occurred when the magical power ended, this obviously Chloe could not know but the pain she felt, and the cold that she felt they did almost understand, it was the opposite feeling to the burning sensation when she was angry. (Chloe 'mind'): I've been screaming for almost 5 minutes, nobody comes, I'm sweating, I'm cold, I'm thirsty, I feel like they've been deprived of blood ~Thud~ Chloe had fallen to the ground and was passed out, or almost passed away, she could no longer hold Elizabeth firm, continued to cure her but could not last another minute, otherwise she could die too. (Elizabeth): Chloe ... I ... I ... sorry (Chloe): sister ... don't talk, I will save you ... I ... I ... (Elizabeth): I apologize ... again ... there is nothing more for me to do! I love you, little sister... ~Thud~ (Chloe'mind '): I fell, I don't have to lie down, I have to save ... Elizabeth ... my head is spinning, I don't see it, I can't see ... Elizabeth was dying, Chloe was dying, however, even if that wing of the building was empty at the time, someone had heard the explosions of a while ago, that someone was Chloe's personal servant, Marsilia, however Marsilia was a coward, just hearing the noises, instead of warning the guards in the courtyard, she ran farting in fear and entered the wardrobe of Chloe's room, which she was cleaning, as soon as she entered the wardrobe ... ~Psssssshhh~ (Marsilia'mind ') I can't believe I'm wetting my maid dress, I don't have to be discovered by the mistress, she is the one who gets wet, I am a woman, she is a girl, however what was that sound of a little while ago, will the mistress be fine? Will it be the attack of demons? After 2 minutes of silence Marsilia was curious to see the thing that had caused the explosion, but she felt sticky and wet from her accident, she had no spare clothes, since the maids' clothes were counted and each had her own, they were very comfortable magical clothes that were adopted to the size of the wearer, so he could not change, Marsilia was even ashamed to get out of the closet with a patch on her maid's dress. (Marsillia'mind '): everything is silent, a spell could have gone wrong for little Isabel, I have to see if the girls are all well! But they will make fun of me if I go to them with wet pants! The skirt doesn't look wet in front or behind, good, but should I take my panties, shoes and socks off? No! I am ashamed, oh my poor panties what have I done to you ... I have an idea! I borrow Chloe's clothes, I always wash them, her clothes are magical and will adjust to my size, but the panties with which she sleeps, the magical ones are all unrecoverable or to wash and I don't wear underpants with the yellow patch of urine of someone else other than me !, patience will be close to me but now I have to go and see! Marsillia was having these problems while Elizabeth and Chloe, her mistress were about to die, if Chloe knew it would probably burst again, 5 minutes had passed and Marsilia finally came out of the closet checking that there was no one outside, took her shoes, wet stockings and panties of her pee and she threw everything on Chloe's bed not counting that if she would be wet, or maybe maybe she got excited at the idea or didn't really care, a mystery. Marsillia took Chloe's pair of ankle boots, the only ones that seemed magical to her, dark blue stockings like the one she had before and two pairs of panties, one white cotton and one black with lace edges, took the first one to dry and threw him on the bed and put on the rest of Chloe's clothes he had taken. ~prrt~ ~prrt~ ~prrt~ The waitress was frightened and curious and in agitation ran to the explosion site while releasing another fart, a little wet in Chloe's underwear, Marsillia had to go to the bathroom, but now she couldn't! Meanwhile in the corridor Isabel was beginning to regain consciousness, she felt dirty from her messy accident a little while ago, and she felt disgusted with themselves, gathering her strength she lifted her torso and saw her sisters ... (Isabel): Nooo! why? Be well, answer me! Please! Elizabeth was dying and Chloe could not breathe, Isabel noticed immediately, she did not have enough magical power for a high level magic, she could not understand what Elizabeth had, outwardly she looked more than healthy, even if she was paler than usual, but then she saw the pool of blood nearby, it was huge, it was probably made up of at least 5 times the blood that she now had inside her body, then Isabel understood that Chloe had tried to cure Elizabeth as soon as she regained control , however she had not succeeded, yet Chloe's power had seemed more than hers, then she looked at the pool and finally understood, after all she was a genius, she had no magical power though ... (Isabel'mind ')Chloe had used a simple low-level magic that could restore blood level, disinfect and repair the skin, but some time ago she used that magic, too much blood! Now there is only one way to save my sister, I will risk my life, after all she is my sister! Isabel was going to do what Chloe had been doing for more than 10 minutes, namely to use magic despite having run out of magical power, basically risking death! if Chloe had studied like Isabel, she would have known that the technique for using magic without magical power was called Over-magic, and it was rumored that the physical limit for a human was 3 minutes of use before dying, obviously no one had resisted more than 3 minutes without falling to the ground passed out from the pain and atrocious sensations. Ok, third chapter over World statistics: Average adult human (25 years old): Magic: 1 Strength: 10 Bladder: 8 Bowel: 8 Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe) Magic: 200 Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost) Bladder: 6 (awake) -2 (sleeping) Bowel: 7 (when awake) 5 (sleeping) Isabel (prodigy sorceress) Magic: 85 Strength: 1 (basic) Bladder: 3 (awake) 4 (sleeping) Bowel: 3 (when awake) 4 (sleeping) Elizabeth (remorse stepsister) Magic: 0 Strength: 6 Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping) Bowel: 6 (awake) 2 (sleeping) Marsillia (cowardly maid) Magic:v3 Strength:v9 Bladder: 4(awake) 6(sleeping) Bowel: 2 (awake) 5 (sleeping) Statistical info: if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses! if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3! strength (basic) means without magic upgrade! If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks! I'm sorry but I will probably go slower, also to improve the quality and to find more original ideas, Sorry
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    Two girls drink and hold their pee challenge. Just desperation.
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  42. Here’s the next part. A little bit of a slow start again, but I think it’s important scene-setting. As you can tell from the end, it’s going to heat up. My family is pretty close with Emily’s, so much so that we went on various vacations together. In addition to myself, my family consists of my younger sister and a younger brother, Lydia and John, while Emily has the same, Isabelle and Andy. Many people thought Isabelle was the most attractive of our group - she had the same blue eyes and blonde hair that Emily had, but was taller, at 5’ 6”, and had longer legs and a similarly athletic frame. I had no interest in Isabelle - I’d known her forever, and she was Lydia’s best friend. Besides, I had Emily. Lydia and Isabelle were only 3 years younger than me, and the boys 6 years, so we all got along pretty well. The winter after the party at the lake house, our families went on a joint vacation to Thailand. Our families had rented two houses on an island, one down the road from the other, with the kids staying in one and the parents in another. We had also rented scooters to get around. On one of the final days of the vacation, we decided to scooter over to the parent house in order to get together and start our day. The scooters were each for two people, and the pairings were as expected - Emily and myself, Lydia and Isabelle, and John and Andy. We had never discussed what had happened at the lake house - as I mentioned in the last chapter, that encounter was sort of a blip on the sexual radar between us. Our relationship was back as it always had been - being open with each other and comfortable in the fact that we had told each other everything. Of course, I harbored hope that one day we could rekindle some of the excitement we had found there, because she was the only person who knew about my interests, but I knew that it would probably have to wait until the next summer. It would’ve been quite the move to bring pull-ups with me on the trip! John and Andy led the way to the parent house, with Isabelle and Lydia in the middle and myself and Emily taking up the rear. As we pulled into the neighborhood, we had to swing a tight left turn onto the house’s street. John and Andy sped around it and out of sight. As Isabelle and Lydia began their turn, it seemed that Isabelle (who was driving) misjudged its sharpness - the scooter accelerated while it was still turning, and they were helpless as they sped into a large tree. The girls were thrown from their scooter onto the grass at the side of the road - it looked like it happened in slow motion. I slammed on the brakes and dismounted as quickly as I could. Emily is pretty squeamish - I calmly told her to go get the parents (my mom is a doctor) as quickly as she could, so she’d avoid any blood there might be. She slowly nodded, clearly in shock, and raced away. I scrambled over to my sister, who was sitting in the grass, dazed. Thankfully, both girls had been wearing helmets, but Lydia looked confused. “What’s going on?” she asked. She appeared to be concussed, so I calmly brought her into some shade beneath some bushes. “Just wait here, lay down and you’ll feel better.” I then walked over to Isabelle, who was sitting up. Isabelle was shaking, but it didn’t look like she had many injuries. Her leg was bruised, and I saw blood coming from the front of her sneaker. She looked at me, lost. “Just relax Isabelle, I’m gonna take your shoe off, okay? Just hold on.” I slowly started untying her shoe - she started shaking a little harder. I put one hand in the small of her back to support her as I pulled off the sneaker and sock. Thankfully, she had only lost a toenail. But the blood and the sight of the lost nail caused her to start sobbing softly, and her shaking continued. I guided her head onto my shoulder to relax her a little, which pulled the bottom of her shirt up high enough to expose the top of her dark pink lacy bikini-cut underwear. “It’s okay - Emily went to get the parents, you’ll be okay soon.” She just kept shaking. And that’s when I heard the hissing. I thought that maybe the sprinklers had turned on, but I couldn’t see anything. Then, I looked over at Isabelle. Her tight, light blue denim short shorts were beginning to get dark around the crotch - the lacy underwear was providing little resistance to her involuntary flood. And it really was a flood. It seemed like her whole bladder was dumping itself into her pants. Her shorts were getting wet almost up to her waist, and pee began forming a puddle beneath her and spreading between her long, fit legs down to her knees. This carried on for at least 45 seconds - her head on my shoulder, her pee in her pants. Due to the warm air, and her shock, I don’t think she really noticed what was happening in the moment. But as the pee subsided, so did her sobs. She slowly stopped shaking, and just relaxed as we waited. Emily arrived at that moment, by herself on our scooter. She jumped off and ran over to us. “Oh my god, how’s my little sister doing? Is she gonna be okay? The parents should be here any second, thank you so much for-“ she cut herself off as she saw what had happened to Isabelle’s bladder. She slowly looked back up at me, and I could see fury in her eyes, which was a bit confusing. “I swear to fucking god, if your twisted mind is getting turned on by my SISTER’s accident while she’s sitting here hurt, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” My eyes widened as Isabelle picked her head up from my shoulder and looked down at her soaked crotch, and then up at me. She didn’t seem embarrassed, or mad - just confused. “Wait, having an accident in my pants is a turn on for you?” I just stared at Emily, my eyes narrowing and becoming dull. Hers immediately softened and widened. “Oh my god - I am SO SO sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything, oh my god I feel so bad.” I sat there, unmoving, stewing with anger. I couldn’t believe she had said that - I was stunned in madness. At that moment, the parents arrived and tended to the girls. They loaded Lydia into a car to be taken back to the house to lay down, and Isabelle (with her mom’s sweatshirt wrapped around her waist) went into a taxi en route to the local clinic. The rest of us boarded our scooters to go back to the kid house to have a calm afternoon of card playing and waiting for Isabelle to return. Emily made a move to board my scooter but I twisted the throttle and took off. There was no chance I was going to look at her, let alone talk to her, after that. My biggest secret, aired to a blabbering younger sister, and out in the open. The truth was, I was too far into the “zone” to get turned on by Isabelle’s accident, which made me all the more mad about the comment - it was completely unnecessary. I avoided Emily for the rest of the day, and Isabelle soon returned in a pair of gym shorts given to her by the clinic, a conspicuous plastic bag at her side. The parents, after checking on the girls many more times, made their way back to their house after dinner, and we all went to our rooms. I was still furious with Emily, and avoided both her and Isabelle the entire evening. As I was laying in my bed and reading, I heard a soft knock at my door. I had a hunch about who it was, and refused to answer. After a couple more knocks, the door slowly opened (damn non-locking doors) and Emily’s blue eyes peered in at me. I still refused to look. She walked in and sat on the edge of my bed, with Isabelle joining her and shutting the door. I didn’t take my eyes off of my book, but Emily started talking anyways. “Listen, I can’t express how sorry I am for that comment. It was obviously in the heat of the moment, but I still shouldn’t have betrayed your trust. That was a terrible thing for me to do, as your friend and your confidant. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.” Isabelle piped up after her. “And I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I’m sorry I peed my pants in the first place, this all wouldn’t have happened without that. We’ll do anything to make this up to you.” Finally, I looked at them. They both looked so apologetic, with their blue eyes batting and little tears at the corners of Emily’s eyes. I knew I would forgive them, but there was no way I was going to let them off this easy. The wheels started turning in my head - I quickly came up with my plan. “You know, this is going to take a lot to repay me. This is my biggest secret, and having it out to multiple people is really nerve wracking for me.” They both nodded quickly and continued looking on, expectantly. I took a deep breath, and took a shot. “I felt incredibly embarrassed in that moment, and there’s only one way I can think of that you will each feel that embarrassment too, all while I get a nice experience. You each, at my discretion, will have to pee your pants four times - whenever I say so. Doesn’t matter if it’s day or night, alone or in a group. AND, you each have to wear a Goodnite for 24 hours - one time each, but again, at my discretion, whether I’m with you or not. And if you refuse to do it when I say so - then three more ‘experiences’ of the one you decline will be added.” They stared. Mouths slightly agape, clearly processing the request. I knew it was a big one - but I was going to be firm in my anger. Emily spoke first. “Oh come on, isn’t that a bit over the top? I know you were embarrassed, but really? Five different things for each of us?” I just stared, tight-lipped and narrow-eyed. Isabelle spoke up quietly. “Listen, this will be super embarrassing, but I get it. It’s your deepest darkest secret, and if this will make you feel better...I guess I’ll do it.” Emily looked surprised. “Really? Even though you didn’t do anything to deserve the punishment?” “Yeah, I mean, we’ll just be able to say we laughed too hard, or something. It’ll be quick and easier than you think.” “And the pull-up?” “Yeah, that’s tougher, but it’s just a day. We can get through it.” Emily sighed, and looked at me. “Then we will be back on good terms? If we make this deal?” I finally smiled. “Of course.” Emily looked at Isabelle once more, and then back at me. “Okay, then you have a deal.”
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    A few clips from GIGA GRZ videos (holding contests) with bikini and swimsuit wettings
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  44. [Before I start, I'd like to say that I got bored and wrote this, I have no idea if it's good or realistic or anything. Second, if you want to read part one, that's here.] “I can already feel it!” “What? You just started!” It’s been two months now since Danielle had her accident, and every since then it’s all I can think about whenever I see her. Her squirming and squealing all day in desperation, her hand grabbing her crotch after she finally admitted she needed to pee, the hissing sound of her bladder completely giving in, the dark gray color her leggings turned, the massive puddle of golden liquid in my car. I think she could tell that I liked it somehow. Maybe it was because I didn’t seem to care all that much that she had an accident, and that I didn’t freak out that I had to clean up the soaking wet passenger seat. We started dating a few days after our first adventure, and she’s been teasing me ever since. Whenever she has to use the bathroom now, she always tells me about it. Saying things like, “Oh my god I really need to pee! Hey remember that time that I peed my pants? I should go before that happens again” Or, “I always have to pee, why did I drink so much?” A few days ago I finally told her about my fetish. She said from the moment that she had her accident, she could tell something was up. She put it all together that night, and had been purposefully teasing me ever since. She agreed to do a hold while we went out to the mall, and if I was lucky, wet once we got back to her place. She put had on light blue skinny jeans, so tight that they were practically vacuum-sealed to her bottom half. She wore a light red sherpa fleece pullover, and the same white converse she had in her last accident. If you looked hard you could still make out some yellow on the previously all-white shoes. “Can we stop to get something to drink before we head out?” Danielle asked me. “More liquid for you? Why of course we can!” I replied. We walk into the McDonald’s to get her a large ice tea and I can see her already looking over towards the bathrooms. “You won’t be needing those today, will you?” I lean in and whisper to her. “What? I don’t know what you mean. I was looking at uhh, the happy meal toys!” “Sure you were” I say. Getting back into the car she says to me in a seductive tone, “Look, I know that you want to see me have another accident, but I’m telling you, I have an incredible bladder. The only reason that I wet myself that one time was because you took us down a bumpy road when I had to go. I’m a big girl, I can hold it”. “We’ll see about that; and for the record, you didn’t seem like that much of a big girl when you were squirming around yelling about how badly you needed to pee” I replied. “Well I’m telling you, you won’t see it today. Maybe I’ll cross my legs a little just to see what it does to you. But I guarantee that I can hold it.” “Why don’t you get started on that tea first before making any guarantees, okay?” I joked back. About 20 minutes later we arrived at the mall. The parking lot was packed, so I was forced to park in the back. “Long walk if you need to go” I teased. “It’ll be fine” Danielle said back. She walks over to a trash can and throws out her cup. 30 ounces of tea going straight to her bladder. Plus the water she drank before we left, she’s in for a rough time, I thought. “Still feeling good about that guarantee?” I asked. “Yeah, now shut up about it,” she replied. As we enter the mall, we realize that there is, in fact, a correlation between parking lot fullness and mall fullness. It is absolutely packed. I leaned close to her and said, “Imagine how embarrassing it would be to have an accident in the middle of the mall and having to walk all the way back to the car soaking wet” A look of panic set upon her. She seemed to be having second thoughts. But, as soon as it came, it left, and she said, “Lets go to Macy’s. I’m going to need some new clothes now that spring is almost here”. As we are walking over there we pass by a fountain. I try to stop and throw a coin in, but Danielle grabs my arm and makes me keep going. By now I can see little signs of her desperation. When we get into the store has a subtle bounce that she’s doing while she’s looking at items. Whenever she bends over to look at something on the lower shelf, she locks her knees together. Her face gets a little wince from time to time and she starts breathing a bit heavier. We finish up in there and while were walking out I turn and ask, “So, how’s it going?” She pauses. “It’s going just fine, thank you”. She isn’t as chipper and excited as she was before. Her mind seems focused on one thing, and one thing only- her bladder. “Why don’t we get some lunch? I’m starving.” Danielle says. “Alright, sounds good to me,” I reply. We get in line, and she is much more desperate now. She can’t sit still, and her face goes between looking calm to panicked every few seconds. It’s such a cute potty dance. “Oh shit, this is the wrong size,” She blurts out. “Can you order for me while I exchange this?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaves. She joggs back into the Macy’s and disappears behind a corner. I order for us, and by the time she’s back the food is just coming out. There are two cups on the tray, a medium and a large. We both reach for the medium, but I beat her to it. “What are you doing, this is my cup,” I say. “Don’t you usually get a large?” “Yes but-” She pauses and sighs deeply. “Nevermind”. She starts drinking. We talk while having lunch, but I can tell that she is barely paying attention. I try to ask her about what she thinks about her softball team this year, but she’s stuck in a thousand yard stare into nothingness. She stands up. “We’re leaving. Right now. Let’s go,” She says. “Why? I’m having a good time?” I lean closer. “Does someone need to go potty?” “Zip it”. She starts speed walking out of the mall. When we pass by the fountain she practically sprints past it. I can make out a tiny dark blue spot, no bigger than a penny, on her previously dry, light blue jeans. As we reach the exit I decide to tease her a little. I turn and say to her, “Hold on a second I need to use the bathroom real quick,” “Oh YOU need to use the bathroom?” “Yeah, is that a problem? Besides, what else are you going to do? I’m your ride”. “Fine, but make it quick! Please?” “I’ll try, but I get a little pee shy in public urinals sometimes. Also can’t forget to count to 20 Mississippi while washing your hands in hot water” “I hate you, just go” Danielle says. “Hurry, please!” When I finish I find her sitting on a bench, legs double crossed, doubled over, viciously tapping her foot. “What took you so long?” She asks. “Well, there were five urinals, no dividers. That means you need to leave a one urinal space between each person, making it pretty much only three urinals. So there was a bit of a line” “You know what, I don’t care. And could you stop saying ‘urinals’? It sounds like something else and it’s really not helping me right now”. “Alright fine. How’s that guarantee coming?” A glare. No response. Walking back to the car took what felt like years. Danielle had to keep stopping to cross her legs and hold her crotch. Once, she squatted down and shoved both hands deep inside her legs. “Careful!” I said. “You’re going to get pee on your fleece.” “I don’t have to pee!” She shouted back. “I don’t have to pee, I don’t have to pee…” She trailed off. The drive home was slow. Icy roads call for more careful driving. Danielle didn’t seem to understand than, or maybe she just didn’t care. The entire drive back to her house she was cross legged holding herself. She was whimpering and muttering to herself, “I don’t have to pee, I don’t have to pee. I’m fine. I don’t have to pee”. When I finally pulled into her driveway she jumped up out of the car and started grabbing her crotch and potty dancing more than I’d ever seen anyone before. Walking in circles and holding herself, she handed me her house key and asked if I could unlock it for her. As we’re walking up to the door she lets out a yelp, and says, “Please hurry, I’m about to fucking wet myself. I can barely hold it a second longer. I just leaked a little bit in my pants. I don’t want to wet my pants again” I unlock the door, and she sprints past me. She makes it to the base of the stairs, when the floodgates burst. Warm, golden piss starts erupting from her bladder. Danielle spreads her legs and pulls up her fleece. She lets out a massive sigh of relief. Pee cascades down her jeans in waves and pools up in a massive puddle on the floor. She stands still as a statue for a minute and a half while the biblical-caliber flood takes place. Both the front and the back of her formerly light blue jeans are now a dark black. She sits down on the first step, shoes still in her massive puddle. “I thought I could hold it, I really thought I could do it. It felt so good to let go, though”. I step over her puddle and sit on the step beside her. “So you had a good time?” I asked “It was a bliss. I think I just found my new favorite kink,” she replied. “And you looked so hot while doing it. I had a lot of fun. Let's get you cleaned up”.
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  45. Zone Pink

    Emily heard a sound from outside of the room. It sounded like rustling grass, and she was reminded of when this exact same thing happened last week (man, it feels like it was months ago…) she looked over at Olivia, who was also awakened by the sound. They both kept completely silent while they tried to figure out what the sound was. For about ten minutes, the rustling moved around near where some of the remains of the houses that collapsed were. Something was walking around, it definitely wasn’t wind. Was it a dangerous animal, though, or something they could eat? Whatever it was, they definitely weren’t expecting what came next. “Hello? Is anybody here?” A man’s voice called out from outside. The girls froze. It wasn’t an animal, it was a person! (Which I know, a person is an animal just shut up) “I don’t mean any harm, I just need a place to rest for a day or two! I’ve been walking for almost two days!” The man called out. Olivia looked over at Emily to ask for approval. Emily didn’t know what to do. If he was lying and was dangerous, they would almost certainly die, but if he was telling the truth and was tired and friendly, then they would definitely let him stay. Emily bit her lip, and then nodded. Olivia peeked out of the curtain in front of the room they made, and called out to the man. “Yes, y-you can stay here! T-take all of the time you n-need!” She said. Just then, Emily realized something awful. Both girls were still almost entirely naked. Emily had pants, but both girls’ chests were exposed, and Emily’s pussy was exposed as well. If this guy was straight, these next few days would be the most awkward days ever. Emily tapped Olivia on the shoulder, then pointed at her breasts. Olivia’s eyes went wide and her face went red. She had also forgotten, and it was too late. “Oh good! Thank you so much for letting me stay. I’m going to need some food and water, but I can pay for it!” The man said, gratefully. Olivia couldn’t speak. He walked over towards the room they set up. “Did you build this yourself?” He asked, looking at it. “A-Actually th-there are t-two of us, b-but yes, we built it.” Olivia said, desperately trying to stall from him seeing her whole body. “Oh! Well why don’t you two come out here? I’d love to meet you!” He said, cheerfully. Olivia looked like she was about to throw up. “H-here’s the thing… We, uh, we haven’t found much clothing yet, a-and we’re almost entirely naked.” Olivia said. “...Oh. I see. If you don’t have access to clothing, then I’m guessing that money means nothing to you either, which means I can’t pay you for food and water.” He said. “W-we can give you the food and water for free!” Emily said, from inside of the room. “Oh! You’re both girls! Two nak- I-I mean, th-thank you so much! I really appreciate it! He said. “Who are you?” Olivia asked. “Oh, I’m Charlie Scheletro!” He said. Something sparked in Emily’s head. There was something extremely familiar about that name. “Hold on, let me see him.” Emily said. She looked through the curtain and gasped. It was the guy from the desert town from the day she first woke up! “Wait, you look familiar…” Charlie said, with a nervous expression. “Yeah! I-I’m the girl you helped a month ago! You told me to steal water from the warehouse!” Emily exclaimed. “Wait, did I also make you expose yourself for money?” Charlie asked. “Y-yeah…” Emily said, remembering the whole exchange. “Oh, I-I’m so sorry about that! That wasn’t very cool of me.” Charlie apologized. “N-no it’s fine, you’re probably going to be seeing a lot more of that for a couple of days anyway,” Emily said, blushing. “Emily! I don’t want him to see me naked!” Olivia said. “Wait how old are you girls?” Charlie asked. “We’re both 18.” Emily answered. He breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t want to trouble you, I just need to lay down somewhere, and drink something. Can I sleep in one of those houses?” Charlie asked. “Oh, those houses are about to collapse. You’d have t-to s-sleep with us…” Emily mumbled. “Th-that’s not an option. I-I can’t sleep with two naked women I just met.” Charlie said. “We’ll light the fire for you, you can sleep out here. Sorry, we don’t have any extra blankets.” Emily said. “Emily, he’s going to have to see us naked eventually, I don’t want to stay in this tiny room for two days!” Olivia said. “I know, but for now, we’ll stay in here.” Emily said. They all drank a bottle of water. “Something tastes off about this water, and I don’t recognize the brand, are you sure this is safe?” Charlie asked. “Oh it’s fine, we’ve been drinking it for a month! We actually prefer the taste.” Emily said, unknowingly taking a drink of liquid diuretic. “So, why are you out here?” Emily asked. “Oh, I uh… I got caught. People found out I was the one robbing the warehouse this whole time. They felt betrayed, since I pretend to be such a nice guy. They all want me dead. I had to run away.” Charlie said. “From what I’ve seen,I don’t think you’re pretending to be a nice guy! You seem like a really nice person, and definitely not the kind of person to steal!” Emily said. “Yeah, I’ve changed a little since the last time I saw you…” Charlie said, looking away. After a while, Emily made a decision. “Charlie, It’s getting late, and I need to light the fire so you don’t freeze to death. I’m going to have to come out there.” Emily said. Olivia held her back. “Emily! Y-you’re naked!” She said. “I know! I need to go out there, though.” She said. She pushed through the curtain, completely embarrassed. Charlie tried not to look, but it was hard to resist how curvy Emily was. He put his hands in his lap to hide a certain movement, while Emily bent down to light the fire. She then went back inside, and laid down, completely red. She was so embarrassed. “Hey, thank you two for everything, I’m sorry you don’t have any clothes and this has to be awkward.” Charlie said. Emily and Olivia cuddled for warmth like they always do, and soon all three were asleep. The next morning, Emily woke up to see that Charlie was in the room with them, wide awake. He put his finger over his mouth to shush Emily when she woke up, but she had many questions, and was upset. He put a hand to his ear, and pointed outside. Emily heard growling and rustling. There was definitely a wild animal out there. Charlie silently apologized for having to be in the room with them, and Emily silently apologized for getting momentarily angry. Something else that was very angry, though, was Emily’s bladder. She had to go. She wasn’t bursting, but she could definitely go for a pee. Not with Charlie around though. That was infinitely more embarrassing than peeing in front of Olivia, which is still something she refuses to do. She would have to hold it until she had a good time to go, but for all she knew she might have to hold it until Charlie leaves, which could be days. She didn’t think her poor bladder could bear that. Emily looked over at Charlie, who was trying his best to not look at the girls. He really didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, but they were very “fun” to look at. “If we whisper, will it be able to hear us?” Emily asked, very very quietly. “No, but it’s gonna be hard to have such a quiet conversation when I can’t even look at you.” Charlie said. “Y-you can look at me, f-for the purposes of this conversation, a-anyway…” Emily said. “Yesterday, you said you changed a lot since the last time I saw you, what did you mean by that?” Emily asked. “Well, I had this mentality that everyone in this world was some apocalyptic madman or something, and that we were all out for ourselves, but you came into the town, and told me that you wanted to get money to buy water because you wanted to be a good person. I couldn’t believe it at the time, so I told you to steal, and lie, and cheat your way through life, but I regretted it. For days, I couldn’t stop thinking about how nice you were. I realized that not everyone is bad, and I decided to start using all of the money I was saving from stealing to do charitable acts. I really felt like a good person, but I was still stealing things. When I was caught, it was all the more upsetting for everyone, because they trusted and liked me so much. I remember telling you to take your hands off of your breasts so I could see you naked, and I felt bad about that too. Now I’m here stealing more stuff and looking at you two more often, I feel like I’m just as bad as I was before.” Charlie said. “Charlie, you’ve been nothing but nice to us this whole time! Us being naked isn’t your fault, so don’t blame yourself! I’m so glad to hear that you turned yourself around, even if I didn’t really know you at all anyway! We’ll let you rest here and have food and water, and then you can continue on! Go find a new home, and if it’s another town, then maybe don’t steal from them!” Emily whispered. Charlie smiled. “Thank you, again, for this.” He said. Eventually the animal left, and Charlie left the room. Emily’s bladder was filling up, and she had to put up with it. In the meantime, what should the three of them do when Olivia wakes up? Go hunting for food Go loot the cave and look for a second place to get things from Other, and I strongly encourage it this time. We temporarily have a third character, and if you think of something that you would like to see them do, then say so! Other people can second your idea, and we can do that instead! Mine are pretty good ideas, but if you have anything else in mind, I’m sure it’s great, too!
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  46. Zone Pink

    Emily was practically unconscious. She went from being immeasurably desperate to immeasurably horny. She was far from hiding her emotions from Olivia. “O-Olivia, I-I can’t th-think straight! I-I need-“ Emily started. “Emily! I shouldn’t have just given you that bottle blindly, we should’ve made sure of what it did first! Now you’re in pain and it’s all my fault!” Olivia apologized. Emily realized that Olivia still had no idea what was wrong with Emily. She guessed right, but Emily lied about it, which caused her even more problems. Emily tried to take the plug out, but her fingers slipped and she wasn’t able to remove it. Olivia thought that the liquid was having some sort of spicy effect that was burning her. “Here, drink this!” Olivia said, shoving a bottle of “water” into her mouth. Emily drank it, and felt her bladder stretch further. She didn’t feel any less hot, because she wasn’t hot at all, she was uncontrollably horny. “Did that help at all?” Olivia asked, worriedly. “O-Olivia, p-please just t-touch m-me.” Emily begged. She was somehow more horny than desperate, so she tried to take care of that first. Olivia misunderstood. “I know, you just need some comfort. I’m sure the burning will stop soon!” Olivia said, patting Emily’s “tummy”. Emily screamed in pleasure and pain. Olivia put her arms around Emily and laid her head in her lap. Not only was she putting pressure on her bulging bladder, but her hair was rubbing against her throbbing pussy. Olivia was doing the exact opposite of helping. Emily tried to remove the plug again, but her fingers still slipped. Even worse, they slipped against her lips and caused more unwanted stimulation. It seemed like there was no end to Emily’s suffering, which I know some readers wouldn’t mind ? Emily couldn't speak. She couldn’t think. She was completely conscious, but she had no control over anything. “Emily, a-am I doing s-something wrong?!” Olivia worried. Emily nodded as well as she could. “Ah! I-I’m so sorry! W-what do you w-want me to do?!” Olivia asked. Emily used the last of her brain power, and the last of her will power, to force her body to utter one syllable: “Sex.” Olivia bit her lip nervously. “What?! E-Emily!! That’s not going to fix your heat issue!” Olivia said. Emily’s frustration was almost as high as her lidibo. She moaned in pain, and looked Olivia directly in the eyes. “A-are you sure?” Olivia asked. Emily moaned louder, urging Olivia to just start already. Olivia reached down to take the plug out, and noticed that Emily’s pussy was very slippery and wet. “W-wait Emily, w-why is…” Olivia wasn’t sure what to ask. She tried taking the plug out, but like Emily, her fingers slipped. “E-Emily, I-I’m just gonna have to leave that in.” Olivia apologized. She took her own plug out and set it aside. She instantly felt an extreme need to pee. ‘Come on Olivia! Don’t pee now! You need to have sex with Emily to help her with the pain of the hot sauce lotion! Hold it!’ Olivia thought to herself. She took her boots and pants off with her plug, and started fingering herself. She was getting worked up, but Emily was dying just seeing Olivia trying to get herself horny. ‘I need to pee so badly! But I can hold it for Emily!’ Olivia thought. She picked Emily up and started kissing her, all while rubbing her naked body against hers. All of the excessive juices from Emily’s pussy poured out onto Olivia’s, which definitely put her in the mood. The girls’ pussies were absolutely loving the experience, but their bladders were being tortured. They were constantly being pressed into each other, and oceans of piss were sloshing around as Olivia grinded against Emily. Olivia leaked some pee onto Emily, and that made things worse. She couldn’t contain the contents of her bladder in her bladder anymore. She leaked more. Emily caught wind of what was happening. Olivia leaked more. Small bursts of piss came splashing out of Olivia. For a fraction of a second piss exploded out of her and was instantly cut off, only to rocket out a second later. “E-Emily I’m s-so sorry!” Olivia apologized. And the sloshing and gurgling and splatting and moaning continued. Psh! Psh! Psh! Psh! Emily found a burst of energy from everything that was happening and moaned: “L-let it all out on me!” And Olivia burst. She let the full force of her bladder hit Emily’s pussy, and kept grinding and humping. Emily reached down one last time and pulled for her plug, and finally got it out. She screamed in utter ecstasy as her bladder, which was 130% full, started violently emptying all over Olivia. They moaned, and humped, and kissed, and grinded quicker than ever, all while flooding each other in hot piss. After what felt like hours, their bladders finally went dry. They collapsed to the ground, soaked in piss, and breathed heavily. “E-Emily, I’m s-so sorry for peeing on you, f-for the third time, b-but why are you always fine with it?” Olivia asked. “Olivia, I-I don’t know why, but you peeing on me is one of the hottest things in the world for me.” Emily answered. “R-really?! I-I thought I was weird for thinking that, but I also love it!” Olivia answered. Both girls then passed out. When they woke up, they couldn’t remember anything about the experience. They still had no idea they liked pee, or that the other one also liked pee. They had no idea that they had the best sex of their lives. They were just confused about why they smelled strange in the morning, and why did they like the smell so much? The girls try to figure out what the liquid in the bottle actually is The girls investigate this smell The girls go to get more food
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  47. Zone Pink

    Haha too late I already wrote it before I saw this Emily started walking away, but Olivia grabbed her shoulder. “Emily, you can’t go into the woods by yourself! If you want, I can come with you, but we need to stick together!” Olivia said. She was genuinely concerned about Emily’s safety, but was inadvertently causing her immense pain. Emily groaned as she realized she wouldn’t be able to get through to Olivia. She either had to hold her bladder for longer, which she didn’t think she could do, or go right in front of Olivia, which she also didn’t think she could do. Luckily they both had plugs, so as long as she kept the plug in, she would keep the pee in. She really didn’t want to keep it in, though. ‘How bad could it be? I can pee in front of Olivia, right?’ Emily thought to herself, desperately. As she and Olivia drank a bottle of water, she felt something happen inside her. Her bladder made a strange noise, and she was worried. She quickly opened her inventory and found that she had reached 101% bladder capacity. She was officially past her physical limit, and yet the plug sealed it all in. She whimpered in pain, and really considered taking the plug out. Part of her wondered why she wasn’t sent back to that one place, but she didn’t have the ability to think very well in that moment. She could hear her bladder gurgling and sloshing with every step she took as she paced around the unlit campfire. She had a sudden thought, and checked her inventory again to find that her health was at 100%. She wasn’t actually taking damage from having an overflowing bladder. She realized that with a higher pain tolerance, she could technically leave the plug in forever, and wasn’t really required to pee. Whether she had to or not though, she desperately wanted to! “Hey Emily, are you good?” Olivia asked, noticing that she was pacing in circles, with a frantic, pained expression on her face. “P-p-perfectly f-fine!” Emily moaned while bending down and grabbing herself. “Emily, do you have to pee that badly?” Olivia asked. Emily went red, knowing that Olivia knew she was desperate. “Wh-what? I-I don’t have to p-pee!” Emily sputtered out, and as soon as she did, she came to an awful realization. That was her chance. Olivia knew she had to pee, so there was no reason to not pee, but she claimed that she didn’t have to pee as to not embarrass herself. She was going to have to hold it. Her knees wobbled at the thought of her potential release, and they almost buckled at the thought of her passing up the opportunity. “Well if you don’t have to pee, then what’s wrong?” Olivia asked. Emily remover her hands from her pussy, so that she could hide her pain a little easier. “Oh, uh, I’m c-cold…” Emily lied. “Oh!” Olivia thought, opening her inventory. “I have this bottle of liquid! When I put it on my hands, they felt super warm! This should heat you up!” Olivia said, cheerfully. Emily accepted the bottle, and used it as an excuse to grab herself. She put some liquid on her hands, and grabbed her pussy with all of her might. She instantly felt a little bit of relief, but it was replaced by a burning hot sensation. Her pussy twitched and shook and she fell to the ground moaning in pleasure. Her pussy felt like it was literally on fire. She suddenly forgot about her bladder. All she could think about, was how hot Olivia was, and how much hotter she would look with her naked body pressed against Emily’s. Emily started making circles around her pussy lips, which only escalated the problem. “Oh my god, Emily! I-I didn’t think you’d put it there! Are you okay?!” Olivia asked. Emily couldn’t hear her over her loud and lusty moaning. Whatever was in that bottle was not meant to touch anything sensitive. Or maybe it was, depending on how you look at it. What happens next? Olivia tries to help Emily in a friendly way, thus making her bladder and lust problems escalate further Emily seduces Olivia, fixing her lust problem Emily and Olivia have a piss-filled orgasm, solving both Emily’s horny problem, and her bladder problem. Emily finally gives in and pees, solving her bladder problem. By the way, in case you were wondering why I don’t always draw their armor, it’s because they take it off sometimes to be comfortable. (Not Olivia’s new shorts, though)
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  48. Anne of Browndale Chapter 2 – A friendship renewed (I have shared this story elsewhere but if you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. Although it forms part of a series of stories which can be read as entirely separate ones, it's effectively a sequel to Monday's Pleasure. Just a word of warning. It contain's #2 and the build up to it so if that's not your thing you may prefer to pass it by.) It was twenty past eleven on a Sunday morning. Anne closed the churchyard gate behind her, content that whatever people thought of her, she’d at least done her duty. Being the rector’s wife wasn’t easy, particularly when people didn’t take to her and were quick to judge, something she’d found out on arriving in Browndale. Her cheery if optimistic “See you later” to the Major’s wife as they’d left church had met with the muttered rejoinder “Not if I can help it!” Still she’d borne people’s unfriendliness with a good grace and at least shown willing by serving for Archie at the Sung Eucharist. As she filled the cruets in the vestry before the service and tied the girdle to her alb, Archie had come over and whispered: “Anne, you haven’t been, have you?” Whatever answer she gave he knew her well enough to know that she’d not ‘been’ – in fact she hadn’t ‘been’ since Thursday. Earlier that morning as they lay in the stillness of their rectory bedroom she’d cut one of those silent but ever so deadly ‘egg sandwich’ farts which had sent Archie dashing to frantically open the window and get dressed. He’d had to take the eight ‘o clock at Willingham Parva and needed to get a move on but Anne’s 6.53am SBD hadn’t exactly been the alarm call he’d wished for. Radio 4 news when the wireless was programmed to come on at seven would have done just fine, thank you. He’d not said a word of reproach but the expression on his face left her in little doubt that he didn’t approve. At least his nose told him from experience that nothing worse than foul air lurked beneath the duvet. Four and a half hours had passed since then. At least she’d managed to not fart in church, but Anne sensed an increasing fullness in her back passage and knew the “turtle’s head” wasn’t far from emerging. She needed to pee too, having not emptied her bladder for thirteen hours. That wasn’t a personal record by any means and she was used to long holds but there were limits. Doubtful whether she’d make it back to the rectory, Anne headed to some woods just outside the village which were owned by Major and Mrs Hancock. For once she’d have a “country ‘un” – a pleasure she’d rarely been able indulge since her youth, so happily spent in the Norfolk countryside. Deftly negotiating a stile, Anne made her way into the woods and, twigs crackling beneath her feet, quickly found a clearing. She was ‘touching cloth’ by now and realised that if she didn’t deal with matters quickly she’d shit herself. Needing to poo that bad was the greatest feeling in the world and she longed to savour it but could tell from the sensations ‘down below’ that time wasn’t on her side. Her distended bladder ached too and there was little doubt that it had almost reached its limit. Having successfully unbuttoned her jeans, Anne discovered that the zip was causing her some trouble, and she knew it served her right for buying cheap jeans. As she struggled with the zip, Anne felt a large spurt of pee escape from her pussy, splashing into her panties. Quickly she stemmed the flow, clamping her well trained sphincter muscles. If she could avoid complete disaster so much the better. Eventually freeing her zip, Anne froze as she felt a turd easing its way out of her bottom into the seat of her panties. Dropping her jeans and easing her panties down, Anne squatted and just gave way to the inevitable. Pee cascaded out of her pussy landing on the woodland floor and splashing her shoes in the process. After a minute of joyous, full throttle peeing, her stream subsided to a trickle before eventually stopping. Now for the serious business. Cutting one of those wonderful eggy farts (she’d not been nicknamed ‘eggy’ in a previous life for nothing) Anne head a familiar crackling noise as a large turd snaked its way out of her bottom and landed on the woodland floor. Another one followed – and another. A couple more farts then followed and finally, two more large turds dropped out. It felt absolutely amazing. Some things were well worth waiting for and this certainly was. Extracting some tissue paper from her jeans pocket – she always carried some – Anne wiped her pussy and then her bottom. Not very successfully but at least it was an attempt! Surveying the damage to her panties she decided that they were beyond saving and gingerly removed them. If Major Hancock’s wife decided to walk through the woods she’d find a souvenir. At least her jeans would live to see another day if nothing else. So absorbed was she in sorting herself out, that Anne didn’t hear footsteps and was startled when a voice rang out which she knew well but hadn’t heard for many years. “Well if it isn’t …what a blast from the past!” Anne looked up and smiling down at her was Sarah Worthington, an old friend from her nursing days on the Urology unit in Newcastle. It took her a few seconds to get over the shock and regain her composure. “Sarah. Well I never. This is a surprise. Fancy seeing you here. Look, I’m terribly sorry. I was just...” “Having a shit?” “Sarah, I can’t apologise enough. Anyhow, what brings you here?” “Well I’ve just moved into the village as it happens. I’m in Washtub Cottage on Honeysuckle Lane. Still living out of packing cases a bit but I’m gradually getting there. Anyway, what brings you here, Anne?” “I’m the rector’s wife.” “You mean you married Archie? I knew you were dating him when he was curate at St Wilfrid’s but I never really thought…” “I’d marry him? Yes and we’re pretty happy as happy goes. People in this village really don’t like me and Sundays can be rather lonely as he’s out all day either taking services or hospital visiting.” Sarah pulled a face. “Doesn’t sound like much cop to me. Look, why don’t you pop home, have a shower, pop some clean clothes on and come over to Washtub Cottage for lunch? One o’clock okay?” “Sarah, that’s very kind. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Sarah laughed. “Mind! Why should I mind? I’m just over the moon to have found a friend in this place. It’s a pretty enough village but the people are as cold as charity. It must be twenty years since Newcastle at least if not more.” “It must be, Sarah. I know old Major was still in Downing Street at the time. Can’t remember whether it was before or after Edwina though.” “You mean the curried eggs episode?” “I don’t know about curried eggs. I cut Archie an egg sandwich under the duvet this morning and you should have seen him sprint out of bed, eyes watering and gasping for air.” Sarah roared with laughter, losing the battle to control her mirth. “Anne you don’t change do you? Oops I think I’ve wet my panties a little. I am a naughty girl aren’t I? Anyhow, I’ll see you at one o’clock sharp. Don’t be late!” Later on. “Well this is a pleasure! Do come in.” Sarah beamed brightly as she embraced her old friend – now showered, changed and smelling of roses. “Anne, I’m afraid it’s nothing special – only a beef casserole, some vegetables and bottle of merlot that needs using up. If you’re still hungry afterwards there’s some cheese in the fridge. Take a seat. I’m afraid the house isn’t very elegant just now but I’ll get straight eventually.” Anne smiled broadly. “It sounds like a feast fit for a king and knowing you I’m sure you’ll have made enough to feed an army.” Much as Anne had suspected Sarah had produced one of her legendary meals dispelling any fear that she had the remotest chance of going away hungry. She could spot a second bottle of merlot too – and a third. This was going to be a serious session. Sarah loaded Anne’s plate high with casserole and filled her glass. “Tell me, apart from being the rector’s wife do you do anything here?” “Well apart from doing a little part time art teaching at the local FE college, not much. That’s only two days a week – Wednesday and Thursday. Archie and I always try to take Monday as our ‘day off’ as he’s so busy on Sundays. Anyway, more to the point, what are you doing these days, Sarah? Surely you’re not retired yet – are you?” “Not yet. I quit working for the NHS a long time ago because I didn’t like the way things were going and I was sick of working all the hours God sent for what seemed like next to nothing. Nowadays I do a bit of bank nursing in the private sector and it suits me well as the money’s good and I can pick my hours. No antisocial shifts if I don’t want them. I have a little project in mind though which might interest you and with which I could certainly use your help. A little while ago I came into money and bought the old secondary modern school at Drydale Magna off County Hall for a song. I’ve refurbished it and started running residential fitness courses there for adults. Some of the courses are about general fitness and healthy living. Others, however, are geared to helping adults improve their bladder holding abilities.” Anne’s ears pricked up and, eager not to miss anything, put her fork down. “Tell me more. This sounds interesting.” Sarah smiled broadly. “I thought you’d be interested. Well, I’ve had a couple of small groups in before but I really can’t cope on my own and I desperately need a hand. Ideally I could do with a fitness instructor and I know you’d be perfect for that but I need a good all rounder too. You’d also help with meals, discipline, pastoral care and general good order. Also I’d need you to drive the mini bus occasionally.” “Discipline? I thought you said the courses were for adults only.” “They are. The trouble is most of the students are likely to be challenging on account of their lifestyles and backgrounds. I’ve already got bookings from celebrities, politicians, aristocrats and porn stars. All people with big egos who need keeping in their place and I know I can depend on you to be firm but kind and fair too. Depending on who they are and what we're doing with them we’ll be charging between two and three thousand pounds each per course. Even at that price some of them will think it’s just jolly japes but I need someone to reinforce the idea that it’s not a jolly.” “Well this sounds like a dream come true. I’ve always loved holding and the thought of training other people to become proud holders excites me.” Sarah beamed broadly. “You’ve just solved a big problem. I’ve been wondering what to call our holding courses – Proud Holders – that will do fine. I’m not running any courses there for a few weeks and I want to get the place properly sorted. If you’re free on Tuesday, pop round about nine and I’ll run you over there. We’re going to have such fun.” Anne smiled at her friend. “You’re on. I’m looking forward to it.” THE END
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    Lots of quality clips from XtremeDiaper.com... from a few years ago, only just got them off a disk recently, many more to come if people want them. I converted to MP4 as WMV sucks. Some clips might be really small and look terrible, it's just the quality of some of the clips they had sadly. Oh and there's no wetting, it's pure sexual ABDL which might be a plus for some but a downer for others. If I missed any thumbs let me know, it's hard to know when uploading that many!
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