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  1. Let me quote from your clips4sale page Brianna So you're expecting people to buy your clips and not share them, yet you then come here asking other people to share paid content from other producers and studios?
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  3. (Trying to do some story writing. If this is liked then please send requests for scenarios! Preferably Pokémon!) Azumarill was making her way home from work. She had a long day in the berry fields, the sun having shone brightly all day. Imploring her to chug multiple bottles of water throughout the day, not having time to take a bathroom break all day! She had already had her 2 cups of coffee this morning too! So by the time she was walking home, she was absolutely bursting. She waddled as fast as she could, her legs shaking as she desperately tried not to grab herself. Her tummy rumbled loudly, reminding her at how full it was and how desperate for release she was. Her bladder was filled to the brim, she felt like she was on the brink of exploding. She made it to her house, running through the door and straight towards the bathroom. But to her dismay, when she tried to turn the nob, it was locked. ”Oh! Sorry sweetie!” Her girlfriend, a Zoroark, called from inside. ”H-hun! Hurry up!!” Azumarill shoved her hands between her legs, mere seconds from bursting it felt like. “I-I’m gonna explode!” Zoroark decided to tease her. “Just a moment!” She flushed the toilet, going to the sink and beginning to wash her hands. The rushing sounds of water made it only worse for Azumarill. Her bladder was at it’s limits, if she didn’t get to go in the next minute, she would surely burst. ”P-please hurry up! I can’t hold it any longer!” Azumarill felt herself leak. “I-I’m leaking!” Zoroark smiled, finishing up and opening the door. “All yours!” Azurmarill dashed in, not even closing the door, plopping onto the toilet and letting the liquid gush out of her instantly. She let out a sigh of relief, leaning back as she let herself empty her swollen bladder. Zoroark blushed, seeing her girlfriend in such a state. But she couldn’t look away. Azumarill looked up, still going, seeing her beloved staring at her. “O-oh!” It was her turn to blush now. “Sorry hun... I’ve been holding it in all day!” She rubbed the back of her head. Zoroark smiled. “Aw i see... though I’m sure you could’ve waited longer!” Azuarmill finished up, flushing the toilet and washing her hands, “I-I was bursting! I would’ve had an accident if i waited another second!” ”Well how about we test that? Zoroark wrapped her arm around Azumarill’s waist. Azumarill blushed greatly as she was pushed out of the bathroom, onto the couch. She was confused, but excited of what her girlfriend wanted to do. Zoroark went to the kitchen, coming back with 3 massive bottles of peach teach. “I know how much you love peach tea.” Azumarill blushed. “B-but you know peach tea goes right through me...” “Exactly! Now drink up, sweetie~” Azumarill couldn’t resist, eagerly chugging the first bottle of the peach tea. Her tummy visibly filling up from just the one bottle. She finished it quickly, feeling it slosh inside her, “Gosh! You already seem so full...” Zoroark smirked. “No stopping now, though~” Azumarill hesistated, lifting up another bottle and chugging it slowly. Her tummy gurgled loudly, now much fuller than it liked. Azumarill stopped halfway through the second bottle. ”Oh come on, you can finish it!” ”B-but I’m so full... my tummy feels like it’ll pop!” ”Please? For me?~” Azumarill blushed and looked down, going to the finish the second bottle, when she did, her belly jutted out quite a lot. She definitely couldn’t hold more liquid in there. ”Just one more, sweetie.” ”I-I can’t...” ”Come on... just push those limits of yours!” Azumarill hesitated even further, lifting up the bottle and beginning to drink slowly. It was much passing her tummy’s limits, but she kept drinking, soon finishing the last bottle. ”Ooh... so full...” Her tummy sloshed around from how full of tea it was. Zoroark stepped foward, pressing a hand against her partner’s belly. “Now we wait~” To be continued...
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  4. this slut pee on me in her jeans without warning.mp4
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  5. My X

    I have been lucky enough to have two of my girlfriends be willing to have accidents for me knowing how much I like it. I'll see how this first story goes and if it's liked I'll tell more. Little bit of info about the girl before I start. We were both in our early 20's when we started dating. She was and still is a very attractive girl, she was average height, skinny with dark brown hair. The night of the accident she was wearing a white crop top, skintight blue jeans, and boots. We were going to a music festival in San Diego. Souther California for those unfamiliar with the name. The day was going great, we were drinking, and dancing losing ourselves in the music. There were a few stages for different artists to play and we went to the last and biggest one at the end of the venue. I'm a tall guy so I hate pushing into the crowd because I can see fine and don't want to block people, but she wanted to so we were in the middle of a big mass of people. Eventually She tells me she has to go find a bathroom and I'm obviously not going to let her go alone and I kind of have to go too so I walk with her. We find the port-o-potties and the lines are ridiculous. People are peeing on the floor around the toilets it's so bad. She looks at me and says she will just have to hold it and wants to go back to the stage. We get back into the crowd and at this point we are both fairly drunk, so we are dancing and grinding, can't keep our hands off each other type of stuff. About an hour after we tried to go to the bathroom I notice her fidgeting more than dancing. Crossing her legs and trying not to hold herself. I asked her if she was ok and she said she was fine and wanted to stay for the set. We were dancing again, me behind her, and she grabbed my hand and slowly moved it over her crotch. I felt it getting warmer and wetter. she started grinding on me harder because she could feel how much I liked it. She leaned back and whispered into my ear that she just couldn't hold it anymore. We kept dancing as she fully pissed her pants. I looked down and saw the dark area spread across her crotch and down the sides of her legs. I could feel my crotch getting warmer and wetter and didn't care, she was peeing so much that it was getting all over my pants. We danced and kissed and played with each other for what seemed like hours. Eventually it was too much to handle and we had to go back to my apartment. Of course by now I was desperate and she had become desperate again for the bathroom. She kept teasing me as we walked away that I was going to have an accident. We get outside the venue and call an Uber, the guy eventually shows up and took one look at my girlfriends wet jeans and said he couldn't give us a ride and took off. We were standing there waiting for another one when I hear splashing on the floor. I looked over and she had started to wet herself again. The already wet jeans started to get darker and darker as I watched her standing there peeing herself again. She walked up to and grabbed me, feeling how hard I was and knowing I loved what she was doing. She looked down at me and I just couldn't hold it anymore. I lost all control and she let out a gasp, she told me she couldn't believe what I was doing but never took her hand away. We kept Kissing and touching each other standing in our puddle. We got lucky that an Uber driver eventually picked us up, he said he would charge us extra because of the mess, but we were just happy to be going home. She didn't pee in the Uber because we had already learned our lesson on how expensive that is and we also didn't like to cause trouble for others unnecessarily. We just sat there touching each other in our wet pants until we got home.
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  6. John's John (female bowel desperation) Her name was Danique, but people sometimes called her "Dumptruck." You'd never guess by looking at her, but the fresh-faced, delicate-bodied, golden-haired young lady could drop loads that would make a zookeeper gag. Ever since she was a little girl, her brothers had teased her for blocking up the toilet and stinking up the house. As soon as she started school, she was scolded by the adults and ridiculed by the other kids for the trouble she caused in the girls' bathroom. She couldn't seem to do anything about the size of her productions, she could only hold them inside until she reached the privacy of her home. Now Danique was a full-grown woman with a full-grown colon. Except in rare and unpleasant circumstances, she only relieved it while sitting on her own toilet. She always held her solid waste inside at work, in public places, and at friends' houses, and she did her best to avoid staying anywhere overnight. Tonight, however, Danique found herself in a man's bed with a ticking time bomb in her belly. Her boyfriend, John, was moving out of his apartment. She'd come over to help get things squared away and boxed up. The young man was hopelessly disorganized without a woman's help. They had ended up working on the task much longer than planned, and the weather man warned of possible unsafe driving conditions, so John invited Danique to stay overnight. It was a milestone in their relationship, or perhaps a stumbling block. John was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the looming danger. Danique was lying awake, thinking about the future. She could feel something very big coming down the tube. Judging by the gas that preceded it, it was very noxious as well. This was a dump that could destroy a relationship. She would have to handle it carefully. Using John's bathroom was out of the question. Danique had already been in there for a tinkle, and had taken note of his appliance. It was her worst enemy, a low-flow toilet. She couldn't trust one of those fussy little things to handle even a small dump. She thought about sneaking out. There was a gas station less than a block away. If she clogged their toilet, it would be someone else's problem. She wasn't sure she could get back into John's building, though, and she didn't want to come up with a lie to explain her late night perambulation if he woke up. It seemed Danique's only choice was to keep her rear opening closed and hope it stayed that way. John had to work a few hours the next morning, and she assumed she was welcome to hang around his apartment until he came back and they resumed the moving process. A plan was forming in the young woman's mind. Once she was alone, she'd drive home, use her own toilet, and drive back, leaving her boyfriend none the wiser. She had a back-up plan in case she couldn't hold it that long. As long as she was alone she could do her business in a plastic bag and dispose of it in a dumpster. It wouldn't be the first time. She told herself the problem was solved, and gradually her anxiety diminished. She tried to think romantic thoughts, keeping her mind away from the revolting monstrosity waiting in her abdominal cavity. Finally she went to sleep. It wasn't a very restful sleep, though. Her body tossed, turned, and passed gas. Her mind went through nightmare after nightmare of clogging John's toilet. Danique woke up the next morning to find her muscles working against her will. Her colon wanted to be relieved of its burden, whether or not its opening was pointed into a toilet bowl. She gasped when she realized what was happening, and grabbed her bottom with both hands. Her cheeks stayed together and her panties stayed unblemished. Her other cheeks turned red when she noticed her boyfriend standing over the bed. She hoped he hadn't noticed her struggle with her own rear end. John gave Danique a good morning kiss and some good news. It had snowed long and hard that night, and the store was closed as a result. He could stay home with his lover all day if he liked. Danique couldn't help but scream, but she managed to convince her boyfriend that it was a happy sound. He asked what she'd like for breakfast, and she said she'd like to stay in bed for a while. He left her alone to think about her eating options, unaware that she was actually thinking about her excreting options. First she tried to come up with an excuse to drive home, but then she realized the snow prevented that. She could trudge to the gas station, but an excuse for that would be hard to formulate. Even if she had a good story, John was the type of man who would want to walk her there, which would make it hard to pretend she wasn't just going there to use the ladies' room. While her mind was working, her body was working as well. The load trapped at the end of her alimentary canal was feeling heavier by the minute, and the pain it caused was growing proportionately. Danique no longer felt like she could hold it in through a drive across town or a walk down the street. She'd thought using John's toilet was the worst case scenario, but now she wasn't sure she could even get there without dropping anything into her panties. At the moment she felt like simply moving from her present position would trigger an accident. Danique waited for the feeling to pass. She hoped she really just had a serious need, not an urgent need. It wasn't getting any better, though. Maybe the pressure was mostly gas, however, and she'd be able to hold onto her mess and maintain her dignity if she just let a little bit escape. There was only one way to find out...
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  7. SO much sex in the next one, folks... but if you didn't know that about my stories by now, what have you been reading? ------------------------------------------------------- Sophie, it turned out, was a hungry kisser. She grabbed Zephyr by the dress and dragged her close. Zephyr nearly passed out before she could break free. The panting and the racing heart, however, just fired her up all the more. “Wow,” she said, between gasps. “Sorry, not sorry,” Sophie whispered in her ear. “I’ve waited so long…” “Huh?” “I’ve wanted to do that since the day you moved in.” “Whoa. You played it kinda cool.” “Seduction, beautiful. Seduction.” Sophie kissed her again. Again it felt like she was taking Zephyr by storm. “Take me somewhere,” Sophie demanded, again with the whisper in the ear. “Take me somewhere and make me scream.” “Uh, should we maybe clean up first…?” “Later,” Sophie said. She took Zephyr’s face between her hands and kissed her a third time. This time the kiss didn’t break, it moved: Sophie bent to plant a long smoldering smooch on Zephyr’s neck. As she did so, she slid the strap of Zephyr’s dress down and off Zeph’s shoulder. It had been a long time since Mandy had gotten out a vibe for Zephyr. It had been longer since Kelly had welcomed her to the house. And before that—well, it had been a bit of a dry spell. Sophie’s sudden raw hunger for her was more intoxicating than the wine. She could feel herself getting wet already. Her pulse wasn’t so much pounding as thrumming. “So Mandy said we can use her room…” she managed to say. “Good,” Sophie said, still kissing—and pushing the other strap down as well. In a second or two she was going to strip Zephyr naked right there at the dinner table. “I thought I was supposed to be seducing you,” Zeph gasped. “You did,” Sophie said. “Now I’m tired of waiting.” She stood up, held out a hand. Zephyr shrugged back into one of the straps and took Sophie’s hand. Sophie dragged her toward the steps. Zeph barely had time to blow out the candles. As they charged up the staircase, Z’s eye fell on the word “Consent” in the Code. “Uh, Sophie?” she said. “What’s up, gorgeous?” “Can we talk about this?” “Sure. I’ll give you your green light if you make me cum.” “Uh—yeah. But how do you want to do it…?” They were at the door to Mandy’s room by now. “I want that sweet tongue of yours on my clit, that’s how,” Sophie said. “But for a warm-up, let’s make out until we’re about to piss ourselves.” This was the shy, mousy girl? It was true what they said about the quiet ones! “Oh, and I want that dress off you,” Sophie said, as the door shut behind them, “but not because you don’t look good. Just the opposite, really. Let me look at you a minute.” Zephyr obligingly struck a pose. “Now let that strap fall.” The dress slid to Zeph’s hips—and because she barely had hips, that only hung it up for a moment. The moment after, she was standing naked in a puddle of white, still posing. “Fuck yeah,” Sophie said. She stripped off her shirt and bra in what had to be record time, and then flung her arms around Zeph for another one of those anti-oxygen kisses. This was all moving so fast. But clearly they both wanted it. Zephyr let herself be pulled down to the bed. Sophie’s hands were already all over her body. She replied in kind. After a few minutes of sustained making out and fondling, Zephyr broke the kiss again. “At this rate,” she gasped, “I don’t know if I can wait to get desperate.” “Oh, am I moving too fast?” Sophie said. “Well, I can definitely slow down a bit.” “Not sure I want you to slow down.” “But I do. I wanna see you squirm.” The arousal may have slowed Zeph’s sense of her bladder. Certatinly Sophie’s mouth was making her lose all track of time. But eventually all the water and all the wine caught up. “Oh shit,” she whispered. “Hmm?” “It all just hit me.” “About time. I’ve been feeling it since we came upstairs.” “Ooof. I really really gotta pee!” “Good,” Sophie said. “I gotta go too. Bad. And you’ve got one job: make me cum before I piss in Mandy’s bed.” “I’m—on—the clock—too,” Zephyr said, kissing her way down Sophie’s belly and hip. “Work fast…” Zeph set her tongue went to work between Sophie’s legs—and slipped a hand between her own. She was going to need it. Sophie was wild. She moaned. She thrashed. Her hands tore at the sheets so hard Zeph was afraid she’d rip them. She bucked her hips. She wrapped her legs around Zephyr’s neck and didn’t let go. Shudders ran through her, from arousal or desperation Z couldn’t tell—probably both. Then it was more than shudders: Sophie’s body was at a roiling boil. And, as she’d asked for, she screamed. She didn’t let go, either. “Keep going,” she demanded, panting. “Keep going. I’m gonna… I can…” And it took another minute or two, but she was right. Finally she slapped Zephyr’s head and begged, “Stop, stop, stop.” Zeph came up for air at last. “Holy fucking shit,” Sophie said. “I needed that.” “Sounds like.” “And now I need something else, too.” “Want me to grab a jar?” “Nah. We’ll use a mat.” “It’s gonna get soaked…” “Don’t care, that’s why we’ve got extras. I just love letting go totally freely, not paying any mind to where I’m pissing. Here, kneel down with me.” “I don’t know if I’ve ever peed while I was kneeling…” “Oh, your legs are gonna get drenched. Don’t worry, we’ll shower. But first, I wanna watch you hold it a bit longer. You’re so cute when you wriggle.” Zephyr, who had been holding her crotch the entire time, had no choice but to oblige. Sophie let out a huge sigh and then let go. Zephyr took her hand away and was about to do the same, but Sophie put her own hand there and gripped hard, shaking her head. “Wait and watch,” she said, still in full flood. The backs of her legs and her inner thighs were spattered with droplets. Only after her stream had dwindled to nothing did Sophie finally say, “Okay, you can let go.” Zephyr tried. She really tried. Sophie leaned forward and kissed her. “It’s okay. I was pee-shy myself once, remember? It takes time. Would it help if I looked the other way?” “Not enough, it wouldn’t…” “Then I’ll just step outside. You pee right into that mat, though, I want you as drenched as I am. Bring it out when you’re done.” With Sophie gone and the door closed, Zephyr finally could unclench. The quiet, wild girl had been right: the spatter was intense. It felt like her legs were getting a shower. And the mat was soaked. But she felt much better—aside from the unreleased arousal. “All done?” Sophie called from outside. “Yeah,” Zephyr said over her shoulder. “So you are—and don’t you look sexy as hell like that? You have such a cute butt. Need a hand up?” “Um. If we’re being really open…” “And since we just had sex, we are…” “Well, that’s just it, y’know?” Sophie laughed. “Oh, did I get you all hot and bothered and then forget to get you off? Here, let’s take a shower and I’ll fix that.” “Huh?” “Oh come on. That’s why we’ve got the detachable showerhead, honey…” A few minutes later, Zephyr’s eyes were closed and her hands were pressed flat against the shower wall as Sophie, kneeling beside her, played the stream of hot water over her clit. “It’s like peeing in reverse,” Zephyr gasped. Sophie laughed. “I never thought of it that way!” She kissed Zephyr’s hip. “Now, you sexy thing… cum for me.” As she’d been doing all night, Zephyr quickly did what she was told. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Season finale soon! I just need to write it...
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  8. Wait....I could've swore The Chiefs were the champions until I saw this short but sweet video. Now I'm questioning my own memory. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e3b3f620a8ae
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  9. Now that I'm a newbie fresh out of lurker mode, I'll try to keep up with sharing from my anecdote vault. Here's a fond memory that dates back to my senior year of high school... I've always liked to share company with many different types of folks, and in high school I would hang out with the nerds, the stoners, the musicians, and the jocks. I just liked people, and I took pride in being welcomed into a variety of groups. I suppose this could be spun as having identity issues, but I liked how the different groups drew out different aspects of my personality. Anyway, that has little to do with anything, except that during one stretch of senior year, I happened to spend a lot of time with a group of people who liked to party. One of the girls, a senior (not) named Ali, was tall, blonde, athletic, and large-bosomed. For mostly these reasons, she was pretty popular with the guys, but I didn't particularly care for her (although we ended up going to the same college and became a lot more friendly there). One thing I did notice about Ali is that alcohol seemed to run right through her, and she was definitely the most likely girl in the group to get desperate and have a peemergency. I had the good fortune to see Ali desperate on several occasions, but one in particular really stands out. One night, a group of us had been drinking beer and wine coolers (yes, wine coolers) at a local park, when it started getting cold, and the topic of finding an indoor spot came up. One of the group, Jay, said that his mom was out of town and that we were all welcome to come over to his flat, if we didn't mind driving across town to get there. The evening was still young, so we all readily agreed that this seemed like a great option. Upon arriving at his place, I noticed several of the group standing outside the building. When I asked what was up, someone explained that Jay knew of a liquor store nearby that would sell him alcohol, so he stopped there on the way home to make sure we all had something to drink. A few minutes later, Ali pulled up in her VW bug. She rolled down the window and shouted, "What are you guys doing? Why aren't you inside?" A couple of lines into the explanation, her eyes bugged out and she exclaimed, "You mean Jay's not here?!? Oh my god, I have to peeeeeee!!" Ali drove off to park and returned on foot about 5 minutes later, walking a bit awkwardly and looking desperate. "You mean he's still not here?!? Ohhhhh, I have to peeeee!" Her voice sounded absolutely frantic and her look had gone from desperate to panicked. I remember thinking she seemed very close to losing control of her bladder at that point, and figured she might go for a desperate squat between parked cars or something. At this moment, I had a devilish thought. I was going to suggest to Ali that for all we knew, Jay could be upstairs inside his flat, and it was worth it for us to take a walk up the stairs to his flat to check if he was actually there (the outside door to the building itself did not lock). I knew that Jay wasn't there, and by the time we got up to his door on the third floor, Ali would not be able to make it all the way back down and would very likely end up peeing in her pants, as she would never just "pop a squat" inside the building. In fact, she was so very desperate that there's a good chance she wouldn't have made it to the bathroom even if Jay had been home. Even though it would've been great to see Ali lose control and pee in her tight jeans, my idea seemed a bit cruel. And given that she hadn't yet gone to find a place to squat, I thought it might just happen anyway. Unfortunately, one of my friends piped up and mentioned that she should just go piss in the schoolyard on the other side of the adjacent building. "That's what I did, I just walked in and pissed against a fence, nobody will see you there," he added. Ali looked like she didn't want to do it, but quickly realized that it was her least humiliating option, so she hurried off to the schoolyard. Jay showed up shortly afterward, and we all ended up going upstairs and having a fun rest of the evening. At some point, literally hours later, I realized that Ali was not wearing the same tight jeans that she had been wearing when she'd shown up earlier. She was wearing a much looser, slightly darker pair. When I had a moment to ask her discretely, I did: "Hey, Ali, were those the same jeans you wearing earlier? They look different for some reason." "Wow, I can't believe you noticed," she replied, "actually, they are different, I borrowed these from Jay." Well that sure as heck piqued my interest, but a couple of people came over to join our conversation before I could ask the obvious follow-up of WHY? I had just assumed that she had found a spot in the schoolyard and done her business without incident, but I realized that I hadn't checked her jeans out for any signs that things hadn't gone so smoothly for her. I was dying to get confirmation of what I wanted to believe, but it seemed weird to bring it up to Ali again, so I decided that when I got the chance, I'd ask Jay, as we were pretty good friends. The moment presented itself when Jay declared that he was going to his bedroom to grab some CD's to play out in the living room. I followed him in, and asked him why Ali was wearing a pair of his jeans. He kind of smirked and replied, "uhhhh I don't know, I guess she just wanted to wear a pair of mine." We both knew that didn't really make sense, and I told him so and waited for a better reply. "Uhhhh welllll...." I was getting the feeling that Ali must've made him promise not to tell, but I wanted to hear it. "Well, what??" "Welllll.... ok, ok, promise you won't say anything to anyone..." "Of course I won't." He grinned broadly. "Ummm, Ali, kind of... had an accident." "Like she peed in her pants? I know she was dying to pee before you showed up, but I thought she went over to the schoolyard and peed there." "Well I guess she must not have made it or something." At this point, I had to hide my erection, but I went a step further. "No way! Seriously? Let me see her jeans." Jay started laughing heartily. "You wanna see them? Oh my god, you really are a pervert!" he exclaimed and laughed some more. This pretty much shut me down. During that time, I was convinced I was the only weirdo in the entire world who was turned on by this type of thing, and I was super paranoid about being "found out". Jay and I were friends and high school boys, so he probably would've shown me her jeans if I had pressed on about it, but I decided it wasn't worth outing myself any more than I just had to him. It certainly was fun to imagine what those jeans did look like, especially while she was still wearing them! And I got plenty of mileage out of replaying various versions of those moments leading up to Ali's pee accident, too. 😉 Gee, I never realized how long winded I am! It's fun to recount these memories in detail though. Hopefully with time I'll get better at writing them up a bit more succinctly....
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  10. View File kiki0119 - Wetting my pajamas Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/kiki0119 Submitter Reeve Submitted 02/07/2020 Category Peeing
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  11. Version 1.0.0

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    Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/kiki0119
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  12. Biku's art

    I'll be posting single images in this thread. I'll begin with this one. You like Samus, right?
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  13. Posted this in Omorashi general but figured I'd try here, seems more appropriate. How many times have you peed yourself, but not while doing a holding on purpose or anything like that. I mean have had actual accidents where you just couldn't hold it anymore and started peeing yourself somewhere. Where were you (holding and when the accident happened), how long had you been holding it approximately and how much had you had to drink if you remember? Any dancing or anything that you did in desperation to hold? Myself, as an adult only once, I was entering a office building and really I went there cause I knew someone there and was just dying to go. I thought I was going to pee myself actually a block away, but somehow I was able to hold it, mind you I was also wary of people being around me so I was trying to not do much of a dance. Somehow I didn't pee there, got to the front desk of the building, and waiting there is when pee just started coming out. I really just lost control and the pee had a mind of it's own..I did my best and was able to not have it all come out which means I was still desperate when I finally got to my friend who I yelled at "give me the key!" without even saying hi or anything lol, since the restrooms needed a key...he was just laughing as he gave me the key. The last part wasn't as embarrassing since I was around someone I knew, the front desk though was one of the most embarrassing things..especially being an adult in my mid 20's at that point. As a kid, plenty of times cause as a kid as I'm sure most of you as well, for some reason I'd wait til the absolute last minute to go pee, and that can lead to not being a good idea often times.
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    So I found this new user named Lisa Sangez and she has uploaded some new diaper messing videos. (Yes, I am aware that she is likely a sex doll. The videos are still good though) I will add her new videos here as she uploads them.
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    Videos I found. She steps in her shower and starts peeing her pants.
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  16. Firstly, I'd like to say that I really appreciate all the fantastic stories that people post here! There are many excellent writers that contribute here, and many more that have great anecdotes to share of their sightings and experiences. It's a great forum that I have derived much pleasure from, so I decided it's high time for me to come out of lurker mode and actually contribute something myself.... Between being a lifelong omo lover, having a lot of close female friends, keeping a fairly keen eye, and spending a fair amount of time partying, I have had the good fortune of having many sightings of sorts, hearing lots of stories and anecdotes, and the occasional romantic or friendly indulgement (which I gather from the red underline is not a proper word). But as we all know, seeing the actual act of a random woman completely losing control and emptying her bladder in her pants is very rare. I've seen many little laugh accidents, wet stains, results of full-on accidents, and, of course, desperation, but it wasn't until a few months ago that I actually saw my first full-on wetting accident by a stranger. These days, I'm a suburban dad, but I still like to pretend I'm young and spry on occasion, and fortunately my wife is very cool about me going out to have drinks with friends, see a buddy's band, play poker, etc. Anyway, on this particular night, I had ventured into the nearby city to see my friend's band play. They were playing in a lively area of town, with many bars and clubs that stay hopping into the late hours. Anyway, the show itself was awesome, I ran into a few friends that also follow the band, and I had some fun glancing over to check out the perpetually long line to the ladies' room at the venue. There was lots of leg crossing and jiggling to be seen, but I always feel like a perv paying too much attention to a ladies' line, so I kept my ogling to a minimum. After the show, there were loads of puddles on the viewing/dance floor, surely most if not all were spilled drinks, but I couldn't help but wonder if there were a couple of pee puddles in the mix. I helped my friends move some of their gear into their van, and they asked me to meet up with them in a bit at a nearby bar for a couple of drinks. As I followed my map app over to where the bar seemed like it ought to be, there were two bars next to each other, neither with obvious signage to help me figure out which one was the place I was looking for. Since there were several people outside the bars talking and/or smoking, I decided to walk along the curb and take a closer look at the main windows to see if I could decipher anything. It was at this point that a particular woman caught my eye. She was standing outside, leaning against one bar's front window, facing the street (and me). A guy briefly came out to talk to her, and I heard him say "are you all right?" As she nodded and said yes, she very suddenly crossed one leg over the other in the way that women often do when they are trying to stop a flow of pee. Now I was 100% transfixed, and I absolutely couldn't believe what I saw next. A small puddle started forming at her feet, which soon formed a stream that ran toward the street. The guy didn't seem to notice at all, and as he walked back into the bar, the pee stream literally went right past where he had just been standing. I kept looking back and forth between the growing stream and her legs, which were still crossed in the same position. She was wearing form-fitting black tuxedo style pants, and I saw some glistening where her pants were wet with her pee, but nothing too obvious. Even though there were several other people in the vicinity, I looked around and nobody else seemed to have noticed at all. I felt like I was in a dream or something. At this point, she had started walking away from her puddle & stream, and settled back against the bar window about twenty feet away. She lit up a cigarette, and I decided to be somewhat bold and go talk to her for a bit. I went over and said hi and made some stupid, awkward small talk with her. She seemed drunk but not smashed, she was slurring her speech somewhat, but making sense and able to engage in conversation. Upon getting a closer look, she was quite pretty - Latina probably around 30, nice figure, nice face. Of course, part of me wanted to mention to her that I saw what she had done, but I wasn't feeling *that* bold and I didn't want to embarrass her, as she'd otherwise just gotten away with completely peeing in her pants. A couple of times, we had awkward silences, and I told her I was going to head into the bar to find my friends, but both times she said "wait..." followed by something to draw me back into conversation. She actually seemed quite interested in me, so I suppose she must've been pretty drunk! As I was talking with her, I kept thinking, "man, if I wasn't married, I would tell her that I had just seen her pee herself and how sexy I thought it was that she had done that. Then I'd stare straight into her eyes with my best passionate look and ask her if it was all right if I felt her wet pants." Truthfully, she may well have agreed to this, but truthfully, even if I wasn't married, I probably wouldn't have been daring enough to pull the trigger on that. But you bet I did when I replayed the event in my mind later! Anyway, sorry I rambled a bit, but I hope this was enjoyable overall. I have a lot of other experiences to share, so hopefully I'll get some momentum from breaking out of lurker mode....
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  17. Bet it felt good wetting your undies
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  18. I’ve made a couple interactives in the past, actually, they never get off the ground, though. But this sounds interesting 🙂
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  19. Hmmm If you're shy cuz you think people will see, go far enough into the water and do it. Just think like this: No one will even notice, and chances are they're probably doing it too.
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  20. That is actually good fun. I did it twice in my life. Once successfully, once not quite so.
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  21. So this happened at uni, I’d say we were around 20. I was at a party with a couple mates and one of them, let’s say Gen, was fairly hammered. Throughout the night she slowly got more intoxicated. This eventually backfired for her, as when running down the driveway all that alcohol must have caught up to her and she completely soaked herself. She was wearing light jean shorts as well so the majority there noticed and i think it’s fair to say she was very embarrassed. So just wondering has drunk wetting happened to any of you guys or a friend, and if so how?
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  22. Wet Waking

    Rose is sleeping peacefully cuddled up next to her wife on smooth black cotton sheets and bedding. Something stirs her awake. Not knowing what at first she looks at the clock. It is 3 minutes past midnight. Why am I awake at this time she wonders. She feels it then a twinge in her lower abdomen and a tiny amount of wetness in her navy blue knickers. She needed to pee and was close already to having an accident. The night is cold and she does not want to get out from under the covers where it's warm, and Rita has been having troubles sleeping due to stress and anxiety so she does not wish to disturb her. Rose cannot ignore the feeling though and tries to hold it and go back to sleep. My bladder will ache in the morning if I do this, but my body can hold it til then she tells herself. It's no good. 10 minutes pass and she still lies there, the urge to pee is just getting stronger and she cannot ignore the feeling. Her right hand reaches down to touch herself while her left stays wrapped firmly around Rita. A gasp of air escapes her lips as she touches the head of her penis through her underwear. The slight dampness only heightening the sensation of pleasure that starts to well inside her. Slowly at first she rubs in the wetness into her surrounding skin, her breath quickens, another gasp of air escapes her and she looks over the red curls of Rita's hair to check she is still fast asleep. Sure that she is Rose continues to pleasure herself. A small amount of urine leaks out as she does so, the damp spot on her underwear widens to about the size of a teacup but she can't stop just yet. Rose is getting more and more excited, her hand moves inside her underwear now so she can stimulate her senses more directly. Another drop of pee escapes but her coming orgasm is competing with the force of her bladder. She squeezes her legs tight together over her hand and her penis and pushes with her thighs forward and back ever so slightly. Back and forth back and forth, a little faster a little harder she goes. Eventually The sensation goes through her entire body and completely lost in the moment she pees herself. Leaking onto the sheets and the bottoms of Rita's pyjamas the orgasm finally reaches it's climax and Rose just turns her body over onto her back, a smile and a look of relief and intense pleasure combined on her face. Rita rolls over to face her wife now and from Rita's eyes to Rose's own Rose knows she's been caught. "Are you having fun?" Rita softly asks. Rose gives her wife a smile and a nod "I think we need to change the sheets again honey" -Fin- Not my first attempt at writing an erotic scene, but I have been out of practice for a few years. Comments and constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. 🙂
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  23. View File Rosieren - full bladder desperation piss and play Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/rosieren Submitter Reeve Submitted 02/07/2020 Category Peeing
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  24. E42-02

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    DLE42-02- In this JAV schoolgirls wet themselves in desperation outside the public restrooms Just like DLE42-01 The original JAV was a mixture of schoolgirls either wetting themselves or shitting themselves outside the restroom. The first 6 files are all the wetting scenes from this JAV and the Uncut file is the full version with all the peeing and pooping scenes so the choice is there if you want it. Enjoy
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  25. E42-01

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    DLE42-01- In this JAV schoolgirls wet themselves in desperation outside the public restrooms The original JAV was a mixture of schoolgirls either wetting themselves or shitting themselves outside the restroom. The first 5 files are all the wetting scenes from this JAV and the Uncut file is the full version with all the peeing and pooping scenes so the choice is there if you want it. Enjoy
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  26. Source: https://ecchi.iwara.tv/videos/lndw7ceelqcwbe9qz#comment-768936
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  27. Chapter 4 Short chapter, setting up for the fun to come Cindy delayed her answer, taking a sip of coffee to give herself a few more valuable seconds of thinking time. Meanwhile, Jaxon sipped his own coffee with a trembling hand, and looked at her expectantly across the rim of the cup. The tension in the room was palpable, then Cindy sighed, and started to speak. “Ok Jax, let me get this straight. You want to try wearing diapers because they excite you on some level, they arouse you, correct?” Jaxon blushed deeply, nodding his head. “You say that you’re suddenly having feelings that you haven’t had before, and you want to explore those feelings?” Again he nodded, shifting uncomfortably. “If I buy you some, will you promise to clean up your mess? Not leave them laying around, and to take proper care to keep yourself clean as well?” Jaxon felt a surge of excitement. His mother’s tone of voice was enough to convey that she was going to say yes. He couldn’t find his voice, so he nodded quickly, mumbling a quick “Uh-huh “ by way of agreement. Cindys mind was whirling. It was such a weird request, she couldn’t quite reconcile with herself that she was actually thinking of doing it. Her parental instincts kicked in, and she decided that she should really make him earn this. “I’ll tell you what Jaxy. You’ve been pestering me for more allowance money for awhile, and I’m sure diapers aren’t cheap. How does this sound? I’ll buy you some to try, if you start doing a few more chores around the house, and we’ll call the diapers your allowance increase? Deal?” The boy released a pent up breath that he hadn’t even been aware that he was holding. He blushed deeper, and grinned broadly, while being subconsciously aware that he had suddenly gotten an erection as well, which added to his embarrassment. He subtly reached under the table and adjusted his pyjamas with his left hand, hoping that he wasn’t poking out through his button fly. “Deal mum,” he said with a grin. “Thanks so much. Of course I won’t make a mess or nothing. I just really wanna try them, that’s all. Of course I’ll do some extra chores!” “Okay, that’s sorted,” Cindy said with a sigh. “I’m going shopping soon, I’ll get them for you then. Do you know what you want?” “Not really Mum. I’d like to try the pull ups, like Goodnights, but I don’t think they’ll fit me. Maybe you could have a look and get whatever you think will work?” Cindy got up, and collected the empty mugs, casting a quick glance at her sons waist and stomach, trying to get an idea of just how much weight he’d put on lately. He was getting quite chubby. Speaking of chubby, she noticed how his pyjamas were sticking out like a tent, and how there was a little wet spot on them, and she quickly averted her gaze before he noticed her looking. Apparently even the thought of getting diapers was exciting for him. She gave a mental shrug. It was something that she just didn’t understand, but, it seemed harmless enough, especially if it would make her introverted son happy. All she could do would be to keep an eye on him, and help him in any way she could, whatever that might mean. As long as it was done in the privacy of his room, and it didn’t involve a mess, she would allow him to try it. “Ok. I’ll get you some sort of disposable pull ups I guess. I could get you cloth, but then you’ll be the one washing them and putting them on the line?” Jaxon hastily shook his head. “No mum. Disposables will be fine. Maybe some plastic pants to go over them?” Cindy tried not to laugh. It was such a ridiculous thing for him to ask for, but at least he still felt comfortable enough to talk to her about it. “Ok buddy. I’ll have a look, and see what I can get. Now for your extra chores, I want you to vacuum the lounge and hang the washing out while I’m gone, ok?” Of course he was okay with that! After all, in a few short hours he would finally have real diapers, and he wouldn’t even have to try and hide them! He could hardly wait.
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  28. Super hot story. Drunk women are definitely one of the best ways to see an accident - probably the best of all!
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  29. Version 1.0.0

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    I don't think this has been posted yet. Just a cute lady wearing yoga pants, masturbating, and wetting. Enjoy, Rach
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  30. Yea, it’s already been mentioned but some of the high quality haunted houses in the nation get their floors peed on daily.
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  31. I'm looking forward to seeing some of the other females in diapers along with finding out about the others little secrets.
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  32. Even if she didn't particularly enjoy it (despite clearly setting the stage for the park wetting) she certainly didn't mind it, and that's good enough for me.
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  33. If no one would be weirded out by it even compared to omo... I don't usually mess myself but sometimes - usually only on a "fetish session" either before wetting or writing/reading fetish content - don't wipe. On occasion I would give myself spankings or wedgies, and though this is something everyone does whether they like it or not, I find it fun to fart. 😳 I mean, all this is tamer than wetting and we can talk of that here without shame, so no reason anyone would be disgusted or weirded out by this, right? 😅
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  34. Version 1.0.0

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    Fresh JAV. Enjoy, Rach
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  35. Version 1.0.0

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    School girls get extra after school support which leads to frottage and leaking and peeing into panties. Sex follows. Enjoy, Rach
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  36. Hot Alma.jpg

    Wtf is that Vordt of the Boreal Valley or what? xd
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  37. Hey guys:) So the other night i thought it would be a good idea to try and hold my pee for 12 hours(drinking a glass of water every half hour). As you can imagine it ended up in me flooding my jeans with piss, i tried my hardest but i only made it to about 5 hours and i could hardly even stand up straight😅. My tight jeans didnt help though as they were constantly pushing into my bladder. It felt amazing to finally let go and feeling my jeans and socks fill up with warm piss was absolutly amazing. Next time i'll try hold to at least 7 hours but i guess we'll see😅.
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  38. The only time my ex ever actually wet herself was after we’d been out drinking in Berlin and then mistimed our change on the U - Bahn. She wet her skirt on the platform while we were waiting for the next train and had to sit on my jumper on the second leg of the journey so as to not get the seat wet. A delightful evening as far as I was concerned!
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  39. Here you go! I hope this is what you wanted, I'm not familiar with the series.
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  40. 𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉
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  41. I think a street vendor has to have a strong bladder. Once I was with my friend in the city. It was Valentine’s Day morning. On the corner of a street was a cute girl who was selling flowers. Late at afternoon , on our way back, she was still standing there. My friend suddenly asked me „what do you think, where does she go if she need to wee?“ “Nowhere, there is no loo and no park around „ I answered. “You mean that she did not wee all day? She must need to go like crazy if you are right „ he said. We was both aroused about this imagination and I told my friend that he should buy flowers and that he should ask her how she was doing with her bodily needs if she was standing here all day long. He really did that, he did buy flowers and he asked her and she told him that she have to hold it from morning until evening and that she did not had a wee since early morning. We both was thinking about how full her poor bladder must have been and how bad she must have needed to wee. In summer there was a boy who did sell ice cream on the street, I think that he also could not piss all day long. I think that street vendors have to have strong bladders!
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  42. A friend of mine is a nurse and she once mentioned that she was about halfway through a night shift and really needed a wee, decided to bladder scan herself and found that she was holding over 800ml!
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  43. I'm glad you enjoyed my story. 🙂Thinking back on what happened and how I felt now does make me aroused, but at the same time the memory is still a little too fresh to use it as a fantasy.
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  44. 3,155 downloads

    This is quite a good Omorashi scene I found from a hentai shared by a member of our Discord community yesterday. The hentai name is Ane Chijo Max Heart, the Omorashi scene is in Episode 02. This file includes the original/unedited episode, the Omorashi scene only, and a waifu2x upscaled version of the Omorashi scene (by yours truly)!
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  45. Biku's art

    Well, I've played a lot of stuff, so putting everything I know on the table is basically impossible. I mostly know Nintendo consoles, the regular franchises you know. Maybe one obscure stuff here and there I know, but I wouldn't be able to remember from the top of my head. That being said, I haven't played many anime-esque games (Persona, Xenoblade, etc) despite watching anime myself (though I have played the first Ace Attorney). Some fighting game stuff here and there. Those are the pinpoints I can remember at least. Also, It's happening
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  46. Version 1.0.0

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    It's a new Hentai Anime. Four Youchien Children eat a Cookie and became women approximatly 18 years old and excited thier Teacher who take pleaseure. Had a Toilet Peeing Scene.
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  47. Larry was gulping down the last of his beer as Melinda returned from the restroom. His face spread into a goofy grin when he saw her, and she couldn't help but smile back. He was besotted with booze and brand-new love, and whatever wariness Melinda tended to feel at the start of a relationship was blotted out by his shear cuteness. He rose, clearly a little off balance, and started toward the back of the bar. "Did you close out?" she asked him, glancing worriedly at the time. "All set, milady," he said, tipping an imaginary hat. "Good, because we're about to miss our bus, and our Uber is here." As he tried to pass her on his way to the bathroom, Mel locked her arm around his elbow and swirled him around, practically dragging him out of the bar. "It's a ten minute ride if we're lucky, and the bus leaves in eleven minutes, so you can go on the bus." "Ugh," he said drunkenly, but he didn't argue as he ducked into the black car. The cabbie glanced at them in his rearview mirror, "Melinda?" She nodded and closed the door. Her pussy lips compressed strangely against the seat of the car, a reminder that her panties were in her purse, casualties of a bathroom quickie they had enjoyed earlier in the day. The unusual feeling and the memory of that assignation sent a pulse through her clit, and she pulled Larry toward her to resume their ongoing weeks-long makeout session. Her friends had started calling them Linda and Larry, choosing the aliterative pairing even though she had always been Mel to them. Larry's friends had adopted the tabloid name "Melawrence." They had started with a drunken hookup nearly a month ago and had just never said goodbye. They parted reluctantly each day for work, but tended to find ways to meet up for sex in the middle of the day, and then again at night. Mel had always proclaimed her two favorite activities were drinking and fucking, but she'd never had a new-relationship glow quite like this one. It's not like Larry was the hottest guy she'd ever been with, but somehow he was the most attractive. He had some strange alchemical mix of aw-shucks niceness and steely self confidence, a dorky guy who was utterly secure. Being a great lay helped too. Mel gently brushed the front of Larry's jeans in the darkness of the car and found him hard as usual, but he pulled her hand away before she could get any more involved. "I have to pee like nobody's business," he whispered, "maybe let's wait until we get on the bus." The Fung Wah bus was rattling to life as the car dropped them off down the block. The line of passengers had already boarded and the attendant was beckoning impatiently at Mel hurrying down the sidewalk with Larry in tow. The door closed behind them as they hopped up the stairs into the darkened cabin, a little more than half full with sleepy looking travelers. Mel claimed a pair of seats near the back as Larry trudged to the bathroom, but he was back almost immediately. He leaned over and whispered, "There is no bathroom. Fucking Chinatown bus." She shook her head in disbelief. "Wait, what do you mean there is no bathroom?" "I mean there is a large piece of plywood instead of a bathroom door." "And you can't open it?" "No it is definitely not openable." Mel had inherited her mother's bad habit of assuming incompetence in everyone else. She recognized it was a problem, but that didn't stop her from going to the back of the bus to make sure Larry wasn't mistaken. Sure enough, a piece of raw plywood covered the place where the bathroom door normally would have been. It was spray painted inscrutably with numbers and chinese characters, and it appeared to be nailed shut. Larry had taken the window seat and was gazing pale-faced out the window as the bus pulled onto the interstate. Mel rubbed his shoulder gently. "Maybe the driver will stop for you?" Larry shook his head, "I asked while you were in back. There are no stops until New York." That was over two hours from now. "How much did you drink?" "Uh. Four. Four beers. Plus the water." The first time they had gone out together, Larry had announced that he had mastered the art of never getting a hangover. The process was simple: he only had to drink a full glass of water between every alcoholic drink, and he would wake up the next day feeling fresh as a sugar snap pea. He had been observing the same ritual that evening. "Wow, and you peed last, what, an hour ago?" Larry looked grim. "Yeah. About that." A rush of blood to her bare clit. "Can... can you make it?" "I'll just have to." **** When they weren't making out, Mel and Larry usually had endless things to talk about. Larry liked to update her on whatever article he had read last, or talk about the family farm he had grown up on. His parents had been old hippies, and had bought the Vermont farm together in 1972. They had learned how to tend it through painstaking work and a lot of trial and error, and that process had yielded more anecdotes than Mel would have expected from a quiet farm life. But now they sat silently in the dark. As the street lights passed by Mel could see a single bead of sweat drip slowly down Larry's forehead. She tapped her foot lightly and tried to distract herself from her boyfriend's predicament. Finally she leaned over and nibbled lightly on his ear. He seemed startled at the contact, but she put her hand on his thigh and whispered, "Let me help you hold it. It's easier when you're hard, isn't it?" Larry nodded vigorously as she began rubbing the outside of his jeans, and she felt his cock stir and then harden. She glanced quickly around at the other passengers. There was no one behind them, and the man across the aisle from them appeared to have fallen soundly asleep. Back at his ear she began whispering a steady stream of filth: "I can't wait to take you inside of me when we get back to your place. Every step I take I can feel my pussy lips rubbing together – I've been slippery wet all day. As soon as we walk through the door you're going to have to fuck the shit out of me..." His penis was straining at the front of his jeans, and she could tell his underwear was becoming slick with precome. It took only a few minutes to work him up to a near frenzy, his knees jiggling, hips rocking. He was trying hard not to make too much noise, but every once in a while he would inhale sharply. She kept him there for close to twenty minutes, Larry on the verge of coming, both of them keeping a nonchalant eye on the people around them. Suddenly Larry was shaking his head, "Wait, hang on a sec—" but Mel gave a little extra wiggle with her hand and suddenly his cock was pulsing and the front of his pants was slick under her hand. She giggled. "Aw, did you come on yourself?" Larry kissed her on the neck luxuriously, and then without a word he leaned back and closed his eyes. It was only a few seconds before his head began to loll to the side. Rubbing her thighs together, Mel could feel her clit pulsing. She could sense the people around her, sleeping or staring at their phones, and Larry, his legs clenched tightly together even as he dozed. Her hand wandered under her skirt, finding herself warm and slick. Her middle finger slowly worked its way between her pussy lips and found the spot that felt the best. Her legs began to twitch of their own accord, her eyes veiled and unfocused. She tried to keep her breath normal while her body throbbed, and then all at once she trembled with pleasure as she came, her hips grinding into her hand. Coming gave an extra reminder to Mel that her bladder was filling too. She'd had plenty to drink at the bar, and although she was in nowhere near the state that Larry was, she knew she would be desperate by the time the bus arrived in the city. Studying Larry again, the tension in his body as he held his pee, Mel made a decision. She pulled her purse from beneath the seat in front of her and began to rummage through it. She withdrew her panties and placed them between her knees while she found the second item, a pair of thick leggings she had brought in case it was too cold on the bus. It was a struggle to pull them both on without flashing the whole bus, not that they seemed likely to notice, and as she squirmed in her seat Larry stirred. "Are we there yet?" he whispered, "I may have mentioned I have to pee." Linda kissed him gently and pulled his head over to rest on her shoulder. She pulled her phone out and started to read an article Larry had sent her the day before. **** She only realized she'd been sleeping when Larry startled awake. Her head had fallen forward and her neck felt like she would have to rotate it all the way around before it would be screwed on right again. It took a moment to blink the sleep from her eyes before she realized what Larry had whispered violently as he bounced from her shoulder. "I just peed" Her eyes immediately went to his crotch, but all she could see was a faint hint of dried come. "You probably just felt the wetness from... earlier," she insinuated with raised eyebrow. "No. No I felt myself, like, let go. I think I was dreaming about..." Mel punched the home button on her phone. "Well, we have maybe half an hour until the tunnel, and then we'll be in the city and we can stop at a McDonald's or something. Do you think you can wait that long?" "I... I don't think so. But I guess I just have to." She felt her clit throb again. "Yeah, you think he was reluctant to stop before, no way it's going to happen just half an hour before the tunnel." She tried to gauge how badly she needed to go at that point. She wasn't even close to leaking, but if she were anywhere else she would definitely be seeking a bathroom right away. "I have to go pretty badly too, hopefully we won't hit traffic." Larry was bent over in his seat, clearly trying to contain himself with every muscle in his body. It was only a few moments before he shuddered and said, "I did it again." He looked up at her and she could see panic in his eyes, and she realized that he was worried about her reaction as much as he was about his actual predicament. She took his hand. "It's ok, I understand. You've been holding a long time. It's not fair." She wondered how much else she should tell him, but all she managed was, "And hey, you haven't known me that long, so you don't realize this, but I'm... pretty accident prone myself." His eyes widened and at first she took that to mean he was disgusted with her, but then she knew he had spurted again. "I don't know what to do," he moaned, almost whining. Mel shrugged, "I can try to help again if you want..." but he brushed her hand away. "I don't think that will help now," he said. By the time they were close to the tunnel, Larry had clearly begun to lose the battle for control. He had stopped announcing when he spurted in his pants, because it was happening so often. It was hard to tell in the pale light of the highway, but there was definitely a small wet spot on the front of his jeans. Mel did her best to hide it, but she stole as many glances as she could, and was watching as the spot grew from nothing to, now the size of a silver dollar. She could only guess how wet it was inside his pants. Larry was jiggling his knees at lightning speed, sweat dripping from his forehead and down his nose. His conversation skills seemed to have fled him entirely, and the only sounds passing his lips were muffled grunts and an occasional gasp. Mel pulled up driving directions to see how much longer they had, and when she saw the map, her pussy swelled again. They wouldn't be getting into the city for forty-five more minutes, and the culprit was standstill traffic just before the tunnel. She closed her phone and went back to watching Larry without a word. "What did it say?" he asked. "There's some traffic before the tunnel, but we should be ok." "Shit." "What?" "I'm not ok. Fuck. Traffic?" The bus showed no signs of slowing until they passed the "Lincoln Tunnel 1 mile" sign. Traffic was getting heavy, and the bus dropped to thirty miles per hour or so. And then suddenly they came to a dead halt. Peering out the window, Mel could see the highway looping around in front of them, descending to the toll booths before the tunnel entrance. They were maybe a half of a mile away, but a thousand cars stretched between, standing stock still. Larry's face fell as he took in the scene. "Shit shit shit shit..." Mel clicked open her phone and checked again. The delay had been lengthened to a full hour. She showed it to him. She saw tears welling up in his eyes, and then his whole body went rigid. And then she heard a gentle hissing sound. The tears were coming down his cheeks as he mouthed, "I can't stop it." The silver dollar was growing rapidly, spreading down to his butt, and out to his hips. A puddle began to form at his crotch, welling up and over his thighs, and then spilling gradually onto the floor. He was shaking his head and saying softly, "I can't... I can't..." and Mel looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. People seemed preoccupied with the traffic, and no one seemed to be saying anything about the trickle of liquid that was starting to run down the cabin. Still, it would probably not be nice for anyone with a bag on the floor. Mell pulled off her sweater and bunched it up. "Here, put this between your legs so it doesn't get everywhere." Larry obliged. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and slumped back in his seat. He seemed dejected, but also, for the first time since they'd left the bar, relaxed. They sat in silence as the bus crawled around the curve of highway. Twice Mel saw Larry's crotch glisten as he wet himself again. He said nothing about it, but Mel knew what it was like to reach the point of wetting, and how quickly the bladder fills after it happens. Still, he showed no signs of struggle. He must be just letting go as the pressure builds, she thought. He's choosing to wet himself at this point. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I see what you're doing. Shame on you." She saw a sudden gush well into his pants and stop just as quickly. She had startled him. "I'm sorry... I didn't think it mattered at this point. How can you even tell?" Mel smiled and directed his gaze down at his own crotch. "Do it again and you'll see." "What? In front of you?" Mel giggled and Larry's face turned red. "Are you seriously asking me that after I just watched you completely piss yourself? What have you got to lose? Your dignity? That's pretty much in the toilet at this point, isn't it? Or should I say, it's in your pants, all over the seat, soaking my sweater, and running down the floor?" His face turned red, but in short order the front of his pants were glistening again. He chuckled grimly. "Who knew it was that obvious?" "Let me tell you a secret though," she whispered, leaning in close, "Ninety- nine percent of the people you pass on the street won't even notice." "And the other one percent?" Mel shrugged. "How would you even know that?" "I told you. I'm accident prone myself on occasion." She screwed up her face exaggeratedly. "In fact, if we don't get there soon I might not make it myself." Larry's eyes narrowed then, and Mel wondered what he was guessing at. They hadn't been dating long enough to get to the big fetish talk yet, but she sensed it might be coming soon. **** It had been over an hour when they finally made it through the toll booth. Traffic in the tunnel was reasonable enough that it made the earlier backup seem even more unnecessary. By then Mel was shaking with the effort of holding her bladder. She was glad she wouldn't have to pretend. The bus pulled up to the street corner where they would be let off, and Larry asked the exact question Mel had been hoping for. "So, do you think you can wait until we get back to my place? I feel like I want to get on the subway and out of here as quickly as possible." Mel gritted her teeth, "Yeah, I think I can make it. It's ok, you need to get home and get cleaned up." When the lights turned on and everyone in the bus stood up, Mel felt a sudden twinge in her bladder – she wasn't certain but a few drops may have escaped. Larry seemed to hesitate until Mel realized he didn't know what to do with the sweater between his legs. "Just leave it. Serves them right." They filed off the bus with the rest, and walked past the group congregated around the baggage hold. Mel pointed to a pretty young woman with a sweater tied around her waist clearly eager to get her bag as quickly as possible. "See, you're not the only one who didn't make it." Larry shook his head in disblief. "What makes you think she isn't just—" but at that moment the girl turned toward them, suitcase in hand, and he saw the telltale wet patch, spread all the way across the front of her jeans and down almost to her knees even though she had been sitting down. "Wow she... totally lost it, didn't she?" "Just like you did, baby," Mel smiled up at him innocently, and was reminded of how beautiful and tall he was. They had walked a few more paces before it dawned on him. "Wait, you said nobody would notice, and yet you picked her out without even seeing the wet patch." Mel shrugged. "Welcome to the one percent." **** They trotted down the subway stairs, and Mel felt her bladder pulse with every step. She tried to hold her jiggling to a minimum until they were on the train. They had a good forty minutes ride to Larry's apartment in Brooklyn. Plenty of time. At this point Larry was beginning to deal with what had happened. He was entering the shame portion of the process. "Are you... how will you ever be able to have sex with me again? I mean I pissed myself like a little kid—" Mel put her hand over his mouth. "Do not keep talking about this right now, or I'm gonna lose it. For real, I should have gone before we got on the train." He shifted uncomfortably in his wet pants. "You really have to go that badly?" Mel noticed his wet patch had grown since they got off the bus, starting to migrate further down his legs. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were interested." Larry blushed. "Well I guess I wouldn't be quite so embarrassed if you had the same problem I do." "You might get your wish." Mel relaxed for just a second and felt a spurt dampen her panties. She moaned and leaned over exaggeratedly. "I'm not going to make it." "Well should we get off the train or something? You probably shouldn't make a puddle..." "I think I can wait until we're closer. Let's wait until we get to brooklyn, there's a KFC at Atlantic-Pacific where I can go." A few more stops and they were crossing the river, and Mel was bobbing up and down. Her need to pee and her horniness were overwhelming any indecision she might have faced otherwise. She forced herself to stop squirming and stood with her legs together, looking straight at Larry. She allowed herself a two second squirt, shivering with pleasure as the piss filled her panties and overflowed to her leggings. She knew that there was a patch the size of small plate under her skirt, showing clearly on the blue fabric. She widened her eyes in mock horror. "I'm losing it," she whispered. Larry's eyes went straight down to her crotch, mirroring Mel's reaction earlier. "Oh god I can't hold it..." Mel did a little curtsy, and then let go. She felt her panties balloon out again, the hot liquid pooling around her pussy and under her butt. And then it was running down her legs, heating her inner thighs and then snaking down to her ankles. She squeezed it off just before it reached her shoes. Wouldn't want to ruin those. Letting her eyes flutter, she smiled and said, "God that feels better. I still really have to go though..." Larry was silent, seemingly awestruck. Mel reached for him wordlessly and wrapped herself around him. She could feel the cold of his wet patch through her skirt. "Aw, you must be freezing. You should pee some more to warm yourself up. It's not like it matters at this point." "Is that... is that what you want me to do?" Mel's heart started pounding so hard she was sure Larry could feel it. She couldn't look at him, but she nodded, her head against his chest. Then she could feel his crotch grow warm again, his fresh piss soaking into her shirt and running down the front of her skirt. "Let's get off here," Mel suggested. They were one subway stop from Larry's apartment, and the extra walk required passing through an industrial area that would be mostly abandoned at this time of night. Mel practically dragged Larry by the hand, to a gravel driveway that led to a darkened parking lot. She pressed him against the wall and unbuttoned his pants, reaching into his hot, soaked underwear. His cock was slippery from piss and come, and it took her only a second to make him erect and straining against her hand. She yanked her leggings down and Larry pulled her up onto his penis. When he entered her she felt a jolt as her still-full bladder was compressed. Larry turned around and had her against the wall. Every thrust forced out a splash of pee, until Mel just gave up and started pushing it out. It flowed into Larry's pants and down Mel's legs, and their fucking took on soggy, sopping sounds. Larry came first, what felt like a giant load spurting into her, and then Mel shuddered in orgasm, with the miraculous feeling of peeing and coming and Larry's body pressing her against the wall, holding her off the ground. They paused there for just an instant, chests heaving, soaked through. Then Larry eased her down to the ground and zipped up his pants. Mel retrieved her leggings and they left the parking lot in a furtive hurry. Mel could hear the squish of Larry's soaked pants as they walked hand in hand. After a few blocks of silence, he cleared his throat. "So. This is a, uh, fetish? you have?" Their eyes met in the darkness. Mel nodded, trying not to betray her terror. But Larry smiled, then burst out laughing. "I wish I had known that on the bus. Jesus, I would have given up a lot sooner." Mel smiled back and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad you didn't. It's all about the struggle, baby."
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