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  1. We're not done with Sonia's experience losing bladder control yet. Here's more, and given how badly she had to pee I'd say she's still got more to let out...
    9 points
  2. Hey guys! I really enjoyed writing this one!! Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!!! As a writer I’ve done some fantastic work for some truly fantastic people, throughout the years I’ve done work for too business people, written biographies for the rich and famous and for a time I was a speech writer for a head of state. All of which was challenging and rewarding at the same time. Three days ago however I received an unusual opportunity. I was contacted anonymously, at first anyway, I later learned his identity but the opportunity stuck in my mind. Now, in my younger days I did produce some erotica, it was mostly private and personal but on occasion I did earn some money from it and at the moment, times are hard, so I decided to take up his offer. The offer itself was simple, if I could produce a literary piece involving his particular fetish, in this case something he referred to as Omorashi, and provided it pleases him he would pay me a few thousand pounds. I had to google what Omo was and I was surprised. It seemed unusual that people enjoyed the feeling of being desperate or wetting themselves but each to their own I guess. Nevertheless I did some more digging and ended up discovering a thriving community, comprising of people from all over the world and from all walks of life. It was definitely a varied community, compromising of everything from bed wetting content to ABDL, it stuck me as quite pleasant. Personally I can only recall one time I had a genuine accident. I was drunk, very drunk, and being slightly irresponsible I wet myself outside a New York bar. I never thought much of it at the time, I was too drunk to care. Even the next day when I woke to realise I had wet the bed, I thought little of it, it happens, to all of us at some point or another. It did make me think though, was I missing something? I decided to engage in the community and strike up conversations, my intent was to garner as much information as I could about what it is about this fetish they enjoy so much, how they got into it and if it was as widespread as it appeared. I got my answers, in spades. The people I spoke to were very candid and open and held nothing back, it was truly eye opening. It was yesterday, a Saturday afternoon, when I decided how I would proceed. I needed to experience this kink for myself, I felt it was the only way to get an accurate representation of what I should be writing about. It was a pleasant morning in the big apple, it was bright and a very pleasing temperature. The view out my apartment, looking over Central Park never grew old for me. As a Brit living in America I always admire the get up and go attitude I witness day after day. I decided to follow suit. I got out of bed, made coffee and took a shower, my usual morning routine. I dried myself off and headed to my wardrobe to find the right outfit for my experiment. At this point, I began to feel it was quite a naughty thing to do, it was exhilarating in its own way. After all, I’m a grown woman I should not be wetting myself, certainly not on purpose but that is what I planned to do. I didn’t know what the correct outfit was, I guessed light colours would be best, that way I could see the wetness for myself, I figured that was part of the enjoyment. I also didn’t want to wear a thong, I mean I love thongs, I wear them a lot, particularly for bed but I just didn’t think that was a great idea. In the end I decided on a pair of light blue jeans, nothing special but I wanted the colour to be right. I wasn’t sure whether to wear socks, in the end I decided I would and chose a cute pink pair with tiny princesses on them as decoration. I decided to forego a top and just wore a bra instead, again bright pink with frills around the cups. For my knickers I went for a pair of royal blue bikini briefs that I like to wear day to day, quite plain but I think they’re cute. After deciding my outfit I went to the kitchen to drink more coffee and have breakfast. I wanted to feel what it was like to become increasingly desperate and how that would influence my decision making further down the line. I drunk three cups of coffee altogether and I could feel my bladder filling up at quite a fast rate. To take my mind of it, I decided to continue with the Latin course I am enrolled on and gave myself a challenge; each question I get wrong is an extra ten minutes I have to hold. Oh boy. My first lesson went well, being on an app it’s totally private so I had no worries about other students or teaches. It took approximately ten minutes to finish the first lesson, I congratulated myself. My bladder did not, I was still sipping coffee and I was beginning to squirm a little and becoming uncomfortable. Still, I pressed on with my second lesson. My first question was to translate a sentence from English to Latin, clear headed it’s simple enough, but when bursting for a wee, it’s a lot trickier. The questing itself was; The sister lives in the city, but the brother sleeps at home. Ahhhh ummmm.. Soror in urbe est, sed frater domi dormit… please be right… YES!! First one down, a true relief. The second and third questions went by without a hitch too, question four however was a different story. The question was; the woman is writing but the father is not writing. The answer should have been femina scribet, sed vir non scribet, but I got muddled and got it wrong. Ten minutes added to my time, not too bad I thought. I was squirming but I still had the situation in control. Problem was, I got three more wrong, bringing my total to forty minutes altogether. “Oh my god” I thought to myself, I cannot wait another forty minutes. I figured I’d piss my pants way before that. I decided it was no longer safe to sit on my leather office chair without a towel under my ass, just in case. I crossed my legs and tried to concentrate but answering any questions was near impossible. My mind was muddled and I was beginning to tremble. My muscles were beginning to tire and I became hyper aware that I was tensed all over. I kept pressing my hand into my crotch but it felt counter productive, cause each time I did I could feel a slight moisture against my genitals, I guessed it was in my head but upon a visual inspection there was indeed a tiny wet spot. Only 30 minutes to go I told myself. I can do that. I drank some herbal tea, the coffee had made me thirsty and I figured the tea might help, which it did but it increased my desperation many fold. All of a sudden my squirming turned into bouncing up and down, it seemed to help. I managed to whittle away another ten minutes by bouncing up and down and messaging friends. Twenty minutes left. I received a call from a friend of mine, I have known him for years, he’s a Professor of Classics at Oxford university. We often spoke and our conversations were deep and varied, it seemed odd that he would call me whilst I was in New York though. Regardless I picked up the call. Turned out he was also in the States, on a working trip. Fundraising for the university. We chatted pleasantly for a few minutes, it helped take my mind of my impending bladder failure. Oh uh. I felt a leak. A small one but nonetheless, it was the first time my defences had been breached. I continued to chat as normally as I could, albeit with a tingly wetness against my genital and a general feeling of impending failure. We eventually ended the call. It was exhilarating. I was sat there, rocking back and forth, my bladder aching and groaning at me for being a silly girl, with a wet spot in my knickers. I dunno what it was but it was quite a thrill. Something to do with a having a secret I guess? A naughty one at that. Ten minutes left. My situation was now becoming near impossible. The wetness against my genitals was a persistent reminded of what was going to happen imminently. I simply couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up hoping it would help, but I could barely stand straight. I feared if I did I would wet myself entirely and I would have failed my own challenge. Uh ah. I couldn’t allow that. I was counting the minutes, they seemed more like hours. My thinking was becoming frantic. “It’s coming I can feel it!!” “It’s just a few minutes, you’re a grown woman you can do it” “Ignore your wet knickers, it’s all in your head” this is what I was telling myself. Bing!! I had a notification. I had a message from a member of the community I mentioned earlier, it was a general inquiring message which I was happy to receive. It was from a female member who wanted to know what I was up to, so I told her, everything about my situation. I explained I had seven minutes left to hold and that I could do it. She asked if I was still dry, I said no and blushed slightly. I was hoping she would tell me that I could go and wet myself now but no, quite the opposite. She said I wasn’t allowed yet, I had to wait ten more minutes, on top of the seven I already had!!! Urghhhhh!!! Also if I leaked again, it would be an extra ten minutes, for EACH leak!!! Oh my god I thought, well I’ve just leaked again. IVE JUST LEAKED!!! I can’t tell her, I can’t do this. Urrgh. I told her I leaked and that the small spot on my knickers was now larger and had covered the gusset. I begged for mercy, I’ll do the ten minutes but I cannot do much more. Please!??? She said no!!! It was twenty extra minutes. I kept pleading. I even sent her a photo of the growing wetness in my knickers as proof that I could take no more and needed mercy. She once again refused and reiterated twenty minutes. Hfhgygghyvh!! This isn’t possible!!! How do people hold for so long. Another leak. I am not telling her. I’m not. I can’t do twenty. I don’t think I can do five. Thirty is out of the question. The wetness had soaked through into my jeans and a clear wet spot was visible around my crotch area, it was spreading towards my ass too. Spreading… SPREADING!!! I’m loosing it!!! The leaks had turned into a solid trickle. I could take no more, my bladder was failing. The damned herbal tea. I stood up and drops dropped onto the carpet. I leaned back and patted my ass with my right hand to check the damage, it was becoming pretty bad. I was still trickling. I couldn’t stop it. I’d failed!! I tried to fight on. Even as the pee began to trickle down my legs I fought on. I braced every muscle I had. I was trembling uncontrollably and my jeans were becoming heavy. In my humiliation. I stopped fighting. I waddled to the bathroom, leaving a trail of wee behind me. It was coming down my legs, my socks were beginning to squelch with each step. I could take no more. I stepped into the shower cubicle and I let my muscles relax. Oh MY GOODNESS!!! Instantly I went from a solid trickle to a downright waterfall. My owe was THUNDERING down my legs and splashing into the ceramic below. I stood frozen. I could only describe it as bliss. Pure bliss. It was my bladder thanking me. I was overcome with euphoria and s certain light headedness. I was still peeing, would be for some time, the feeling it left me with, I don’t think I’ll forget it. I shook my legs and splish sploshed in my puddle. I squatted down, out of exhaustion, my ass was just above the puddle and almost like a final goodbye, the final contents of my bladder poured through my sodden knickers, through my weighted jeans and into the ceramic. I finished. I stood up. I stepped out the cubicle. I looked at myself in the mirror. WOW!!! My jeans were covered almost entirely. My crotch was dark, just dark, no blue was left, the innocent taken away by my folly. My ass was dripping wet and I mean dripping. I pulled my jeans down, which was easier said than done given how clingy they had become. My panties seemed beyond saving. I pulled them up, front and back so they sat properly on my waist. They were sodden and when I touched them, pee squeezed out and splashed on the floor. I took a few minutes to admire the view. Almost all the material had became soaked. On the crotch they were wet over halfway up to my waist, round the back it almost touched the WAISTBAND!! Good grief!!! Ahem. I think I know what I’m writing about now anyway. Where’s my vibe??
    6 points
  3. Check out this gorgeous video of Sosha intentionally peeing in her jeans on the beach. In this scene we join Sosha on the beach on a chilly, but sunny day. Needing to pee, she decides she doesn’t feel like holding it, so she simply lets go, wetting her pants on video as we watch.
    5 points
  4. A while ago I posted a popular 4 part story, The City Without a Ladies Room. I mentioned at one point in that thread that I was working on another story set in the city, I even posted the first 2 paragraphs to it in my own feed ages ago, this is that story. I've been working on it off and on for months, but feel I'm finally ready to post it. You don't need to have read The City Without a Ladies Room in order to enjoy this story or understand it. The characters are different, but the rules of the city & accepted social norms described in it are still the same. ===== City Without a Ladies Room - The Very Desperate Date Loren was a beautiful young mid-20's woman who lived a few stories above me at our apartment complex. I ran into her at the bus stop early this morning on my way to work, where she was sipping on a large 31 ounce (917 ml) cup of coffee. I knew she'd need to pee before long once she finished her coffee, but with no ladies rooms in the city she'd have to hold it for a good while. Probably at least until the early evening rolled around. I knew I wanted to see her hold it for longer than that, so I chatted with her for a few minutes while we waited for the bus. After a while I suggested we have dinner and see a movie later tonight after we got off from work. To my delight Loren agreed. During the afternoon Loren texted me that she was going to have to work a few hours of overtime. She wouldn't get off from work until 7 PM. I told her no problem; I'd pick her up right from work when her shift ended. I didn’t mind the delay, it met Loren's poor bladder would be even fuller at the end of her shift, and I didn't intend to let her go home and pee during our date. By the time 7 PM rolled around part of me fully expected Loren to ask if we could swing by her apartment, so she could pee before we went to dinner. Because of her overtime Loren had just finished an 11 hour shift, all without a single pee break when I picked her up right from work. If she asked for a chance to go home so she could pee, I was ready to tell her she needed to hold it. We were already running late because of her overtime. Instead, with her slim fidgeting legs tightly crossed, and her too-tight skinny jeans torturing her swollen bladder, Loren said nothing about her rather full bladder. Instead she apologized for her job delaying our date by several hours. I assured her I was perfectly fine with the delay, so long as we still caught the next movie at 8 PM. I knew that certainly wouldn't give Loren any time to go home and pee first, as we still had to grab dinner. Loren knew this as well, but she still agreed without hesitation, so I happily took her to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Loren couldn't help but fidget around uncomfortably in her seat throughout dinner as she drained her large glass of soda. But of course there was no opportunity for her to get up to go pee somewhere, there wasn't a ladies room in the entire city. I loved knowing that Loren badly needed to pee, but she had no choice but to continue to hold it for hours longer. After dinner we had about 20 minutes to get to the theater to catch the next movie. Despite her bursting piss-filled bladder, Loren didn't even bother to ask if we could stop by her apartment first so she could pee, which aroused me even more. Then again, Loren knew full well there wasn't enough time for her to go home for a quick pee break before the movie, which was quite convenient for me, and quite inconvenient for her! At the theater there were some public urinals for the men near the entrance. But of course nothing was provided for the women, they were all expected to hold it. "Hold on a minute, I need to pee" I told Loren. She nodded politely and waited; her poor swollen bladder was no doubt very jealous while I peed just a few feet away from her. I noticed she was crossing her legs, and fidgeting around anxiously as I peed, which made me extra excited. "What's wrong Loren, do you need to pee?" I asked her casually. She nodded. "I've needed to pee pretty bad all afternoon at work. But since there aren't any ladies rooms I could use I'm still holding it" she admitted casually, all while I continued peeing in front of her. "In hindsight I probably should have considered going home to pee over my lunch break like some of the other girls did, but I figured I could hold it till later. And my co-worker invited me and some of the guys over to have lunch and coffee at his place, since he lives right next to the office, so I accepted. His toilet was right there in the next room while we ate & had our coffee. I had about 4 large cups of coffee this morning, so I really needed to pee by that point. The guys knew I really needed to use the toilet as they all used it one by one while I waited for my chance to go. But since the guys didn't offer to let me use the toilet I knew I wasn't allowed to pee, so I just held it. I was the only one in our group who went back to work still unrelieved, knowing I'd have to hold it the rest of my shift. Even though I really needed to pee bad in the afternoon I still helped myself to 2 more cups of coffee when I got thirsty" she admitted sheepishly. Knowing Loren had a chance to pee earlier in her co-worker's toilet, but she had skipped it out of obedience to the city's rules, and she was still holding it hours later made me even more excited. "So you've been bursting to go for a while then" I remarked casually as I finished peeing. Loren nodded as she continued to twist herself into desperate knots. "I really appreciate how you skipped your chance to go pee afterwork for me. You didn't even ask me if you could go home to pee before we went out, even though you badly needed to. How long has it been since you've last gone?" I asked curiously. "It's been 13 hours since I've last gone early this morning, I'm glad you at least appreciate me holding it for so long. My poor bladder really hates me for skipping the chance to use a perfectly good toilet over lunch, and for passing up a chance to go home and pee after getting off from work. But with a lady's proper etiquette it wasn't really up to me if I got to go or not, it was up to you guys" she pointed out. "You never offered me a chance to go home and pee before we left for dinner, so I figured you obviously wanted me to hold it. Watching you go in the urinal has only made me need to pee so much worse now" she added as she openly held herself. "Can you hold it till after the movie? There's really no time for you to go home and pee now" I pointed out. The movie we were seeing was over 3 and a half hours long, so Loren knew I was asking her to hold it for at least another 4 hours. "It's going to be hard to wait that long; I need to pee so frigging bad already" she admitted candidly. "But yes, I can hold on for you till after the movie. Us ladies are supposed to hold it if we have to" she answered obediently. With that settled we bought our tickets and went to get some refreshments. Being a gentleman I of course got Loren a 42 ounce (1,242 ml) soda, the largest size they had. It was the perfect size for a lady with an already full bladder. Even with the prospect of needing to hold on for hours more to come hanging over her head, I knew Loren would be too polite a lady to refuse it. She knew plenty of guys in the city loved it when their girl badly needed to pee, the longer she had been holding it in the better. Some prideful ladies purposely ordered large drinks for themselves just to be sexy, and to prove that they weren't concerned by the lack of a ladies room. I knew Loren was one of those prideful ladies who probably enjoyed holding it all day. So Loren politely accepted the large drink, even with a nervous tremor in her fidgeting legs, and a hint of worry on her face. She even politely took a long sip for me, without a word of complaint about her already throbbing little pee hole. She was already dying to use the toilet, but as a lady she knew she absolutely wasn't allowed to pee in public under any circumstances! She was stuck holding it for the entire movie now. It was too bad for Loren that I had purposely chosen the longest movie possible, just to keep her waiting even longer! I had even gotten us seats all the way in the back, as far from the entrance as possible, all to slow our exit later. With all the action in Loren's swelling bladder, I doubted either of us were going to be paying much attention to what was on the big screen. ===== It's a shorter story than usual for me I know, I'm attempting to write shorter higher quality stories lately so it doesn't take me quite as long to finish them. This story will be concluded in a part 2 at a later date.
    4 points
  5. I don’t even think I can begin talking about how long this has been in the works. Six months? Seven? It’s taken so much work that I even took a break several times to write other stories, but finally it’s done. I had this brief period where I REALLY wanted to write about two girls exploring a destroyed world from the safety of an old military tank and this was the final result. I do have a Ko-Fi if you like my stories and wish to support me: https://ko-fi.com/callumdoesathing _______________________________________________________________ Two Girls And Their Tank: A Beast In The Woods “... and that was another fine arrangement by the Miriam String Quartet.” Over a hiss of static, Buck Allworth saw off the last song with a few kind words of gratitude for the person who had sent in the old vinyl. “From the Pipeworks, to Hawkland, all the way to Sieger’s Settlement, I’m Buck Allworth and this is Archived Radio.” He spoke softly, with a kind voice that harkened back to the old days - back to the days when families could gather around the radio in the comfort of their own homes and bask in the enchanting music of the big bands. “Next up, we have Booker White’s Moonlight Band singing ‘And I’m a sucker for you.’” “Ooh~” Annie crooned, sweeping her frizzy locks from her eyes and taking another bite of her sandwich. She sat like a child, legs crossed and a bottle of fizzing soda in her hand, tapping the glass in rhythm to the music. When the music started, it was like being wrapped up in a whimsical world; Annie leant back, closed her eyes and let the music of yesteryear wash over her. All Annie had experienced in her lifetime was the melancholy strum of a guitar or the quiet, but sombre sounds of a violin. The music of the roadside settlements was depressing, as quiet and miserable as the world that surrounds them. But when she tuned into Archive radio, hosted by the soft-spoken Buck Allworth, she could close her eyes and let herself get lost in the grand old tunes of yesteryear. She liked to imagine that she was back in time, standing among a crowd of men and women, the elite of the former world, the people who dressed the best and knew how to have a good time. They’d be ready for a night on the town, wearing black freshly pressed suits with matching ties and the women in their long flowing gowns that hide their white sparkling shoes beneath their long elegant flow, just like the old magazines showed her. She’d be lost in a haze of cigarette smoke, the smell of freshly lit cigars and expensive brandy clouding her nostrils. There’d be sounds of chatter, gossip and laughter all set against the tremendous music of a large brass band. “I’d be dressed for such an event too.” Annie sighed, her heart fluttered as she lost herself in her thoughts. She wrapped a strand of her long curly hair around her finger, imagining herself with long straight hair. “What kind of do would I have? A ponytail maybe?” She rubbed her thumb against her finger, trapping the lock of hair between them. “Or maybe long and straight like when I was a little girl.” “Annie!” There was a shrill scream, like that of a girl who had been waiting for far too long. “Annie! Get your head out of your arse!” It was Piper, who was glaring up at her with a subtle look of anger, but with Piper she never did anything subtly. She put her hands on her hips and leant in, bringing her stern gaze closer to Annie. Her shrill yells were enough to whisk Annie away from her yesteryear fantasies. She watched it all burn away before her eyes; the tall golden columns around her shifted and shaped into rows of tall, dead trees that she saw everyday on the roadside, devoid of colour, scorched and crumbling before her eyes. The carpeted red floor that she strolled across elegantly was warm, and growing warmer. It cracked and tore apart, revealing a spanning landscape of depressing grey tarmac. And the large brass she imagined central at the front of the hall disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the magical music they composed was nothing more than the sound of an old vinyl over the crackling radio. Once again, Annie found herself sitting on the steel frame of their tank, a half-eaten sandwich on her lap and an empty bottle of Freckleman’s soda. “S-Sorry Piper.” She glanced with sorrowful eyes at her comrade below her, feeling the impatience burning through those fiery eyes. “W-What do you need?” Piper huffed, swept back her black hair and climbed up onto the tank. “I needed the crowbar. I tried yelling at you, but you were off in your head again so I came back to get it myself.” She shook her head, swept her hair back again and climbed down into the tank’s compartment. Annie stood up, scratched her numb arse until she could feel her cheeks again, and scoffed down the last half of her sandwich. “Do you need a hand finding it?” She called down to Piper, spewing crumbs onto the tank. “Nope, I’ll be fine.” Piper’s voice echoed back. “Ah, here it is! Heads up!” A loud metallic clang rattled Annie’s attention, causing her to jump. She swung herself around and saw the crowbar lying on the ground. It landed with such force it shattered the tarmac around where it had landed. Piper re-emerged from the compartment, stretched her arms, and hopped down from the frame. She picked up the crowbar, gave it a few swings and once she was satisfied, swung it over her shoulder. “There we go, this should bust the lock.” She said with a smile. Piper walked off along the forecourt and around the side of the old building - Wellington Gas & Services was the name of the store - An old service station from the time of yesteryear, now boarded up and barricaded, left to rot in the scorched countryside. Piper, the older of the two girls, had once been a Tank Commander for the Hawkland Army, and her military past showed clearly in almost anything she did. She wore a dark green jumpsuit and black boots that were beginning to show their age. Her long dark brown hair was often worn in a simple ponytail so it wouldn’t cover her face. She was quite militant, with the steeled looks of an army commander. She rarely smiled and most of the time she would stare intently, her brows furrowed and her eyes scouting everywhere, always on the lookout for danger. Annie however, was nothing like her comrade. She was a civilian from an old oilworks settlement just outside of the Hawklands. She was an engineer for the pipelines and her past knowledge was what eventually led to her coming along with Piper, though rarely did she get to touch any of the delicate parts of the Tank. She dressed in a simple pair of denim overalls with a white tee and knickers beneath them. She had frizzy ginger hair that often curled and freckled cheeks that dotted her pale face, especially around her button nose. After about ten minutes, and some very loud banging, Piper emerged from behind the old shop, bringing with her a long black hose. “See, I told you there’d be some left.” She said proudly and dropped the hose behind the tank. “I never doubted it, Piper.” Annie rolled her eyes. Not once could she remember telling Piper that there wouldn't be any fuel left, yet Piper continued to act like she had proven her wrong. The tank would take some time to refuel, so the girls passed the time in their own way. Annie climbed atop the turret, made herself comfortable, and decided to read through a comic she’d found in a ruin sometime ago. It was an old comic - a story of a superhero from another world who had come to Earth. She sat with her back against the warm steel, her sleeves rolled up, reading through the action-packed pages and sipping on a bottle of cola. Piper, having brought her tools out from the main compartment, crawled under the tank and started to make some small repairs to the tank. She’d wrapped the top of her overalls around her waist, showing off her oil-stained vest and a teasing glance of her perky chest. She climbed down beneath the murky underbelly of the tank and with a flashlight clasped between her teeth and a spanner in hand she got to work tightening up the loose bolts. She took great care of her tank and she was always anxious that slogging the steel behemoth through the rough terrain was beginning to wear down the underbelly. Even the toughest tanks couldn’t handle the vile swamps and murkland that now polluted the world. She was minding her own business, struggling with a bolt that was stuck with mud, when she felt a niggle from her lower tummy. She grimaced at the feeling and put a hand atop her stomach. Finally, her morning coffee had settled and she needed to take a leak. Piper dropped the flashlight and sighed. It had been a while since she’d last done it. She and Annie had woken up, settled who got what rations over a game of rock-paper-scissors, and then took turns pissing into a dry well of mud before driving off down the road. However Piper was quite fond of drinking coffee while she drove. The caffeine kept her alert and she was really fond of the taste; The bitterness of dark coffee reminded her of the army. Usually, she would empty a whole flask of freshly made coffee before the afternoon and another in the evening. “It’s that time again.” Sighed Piper. She grabbed the bottom of the frame and pulled herself out from beneath the tank. The sun was blinding and she raised an arm to shield her eyes. “Is everything okay underneath?” Annie asked, peering over the pages of her comic book and revealing her deep blue eyes beneath a curtain of ginger hair. “Yep.” Piper replied plainly, uninterested in conversation. She untied her overalls, letting them fall around her boots and giving Annie a full view of her bare slender legs, glistening with sweat, and a pair of white knickers smudged with motor oil. “Keep an eye on the gas tank.” She ordered Annie, looking over her shoulder and casting a commanding glare in her comrades' direction. “Huh? Why? Where are you going?” Annie rested her comic book by her side and crawled to the rear of the tank. “Are you going to take a leak?” She tried asking, though as she lost herself in the dazzling view of Piper’s long bare legs, she had a feeling that she knew the answer. Piper slipped out of her overalls and chucked them atop the tank, landing them on the turret right beside Annie, and strutted off towards an old rusted out car. “Where do you think?” She yelled back at Annie without turning to her. Watching Piper walk off, Annie felt a familiar feeling burning within her. She felt her cheeks grow warm and her ladyhood quiver. She enjoyed when Piper did her business, often watching her during their breaks along the road; She’d sneak a sly peek from behind the tank while Piper was squatting. Seeing Piper hunkered down, with her cheeks spread and a long golden stream splattering noisily between her legs and onto the dry earth between her muddy boots. It made Annie shiver with a pleasurable, yet sinful quiver. With a sly smirk, Annie rolled over onto her stomach to get a fine view of Piper strutting bottomless across the forecourt. The white cotton of her knickers failed to contain the fine form of Piper’s well-endowed backside, the rear of her knickers were enveloped by her crack. Annie nursed the bottle of soda, letting the bubbles tickle her tongue, and lay on her tummy with her feet hanging in the air. She watched Piper go behind the rusted car, bending down beside the backseats to hide herself, but there were no doors on the car, meaning that from atop the tank, Annie got quite the pleasant view. “I wonder if it’s number one or number two.” Annie asked herself, remembering that Piper drank quite a bit of coffee this morning.. She got her answer soon enough as she watched a sputter of piss dribble from between Piper's thighs. She could tell Piper grunted, noticing her anus wince between her spread cheeks. “Hmm~” Annie sighed. Piper had an amazing butt, one that she could never get tired of staring at. Annie watched lewdly, her eyes fixed on Piper squatting behind the old car, a sinful smile on her face as that little sputter of piss blossomed into a long, pale stream. It fell, catching the sunlight and splattering against the dry tarmac, leaving a puddle. She enjoyed watching, though without Piper’s knowledge. There was something pleasurable about watching her friend relieve herself, something strange that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver with glee. She loved the way her stream rained between her legs, wetting her thighs as a few stray dribbles ran down her bare legs. The way her pale fluids hit the sunlight, sparkling. And of course, the very faint, but obvious sound of her piss striking the tarmac, a heavy splattering like rain hitting stone in the distance. Piper’s stream grew stronger, striking the concrete fiercely. She shuffled around, moving her boots to avoid them getting splattered. It didn’t work; her boots were getting doused by the smallest splatters of pee. Annie giggled to herself, delighted by the sight of Piper’s butt and the long pale stream running between her legs. She didn’t really understand why it was so pleasurable to watch Piper relieve herself, there was just something about it that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver whenever she mentioned it. Maybe it was just watching her stream rain from between her thighs, dampening her soft thighs with a few dribbles and the hefty splattering splashing against her butt. Maybe it was the way the sunlight hit her stream, giving it a distinct sparkle. Or maybe it was the faint, but obvious sound of her piss as it struck the dry ground, the sound resonating on the wind. Perhaps it was just the naughtiness of leering from a distance, deriving a quivering pleasure from spying on her comrade during this most personal moment for a girl. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming stink of gasoline in the air. Annie grimaced, her whole face twisting at the smell. It was vile, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying this simplest of pleasures. There was only so much time she could enjoy it for and she wanted to make sure that she remembered every little detail of Piper’s little comfort break. Once she saw the last little splutter of pee dribble into the large puddle between Piper’s boots, Annie sat her soda down by her side and watched her dry off. Without any paper, Piper had no choice but to shake. She stood up, her knees bent, and jiggled her butt softly to shake off the last few drops. Annie rolled over onto her back and sighed. She was quivering, every inch of her body shuddered in delight. There was nothing better in her day than that lewd glance of Piper during her most private moment. She lay there in the sun, rubbing her thighs together and letting her perverted thoughts get the best of her. “Annie! Annie!” A girl kept calling to her. “ANNIE!” It took her a moment to realize that it was Piper calling for her, and she didn’t sound too pleased about being ignored. Annie rolled onto her belly, shaking her head to whisk herself away from her perverted thoughts. She could see Piper running toward the tank, her knickers barely covering up her slit which glistened with a dribble of pee between her lips. “ANNIE! HEAD OUT OF YOUR ARSE!” Piper screamed, injecting all of her fury into those words alone. Those words were enough for Annie to flinch. This time she knew Piper was serious. “Hmm? What? What’s up!?” She yelled back in confusion, struggling to put her thoughts together. The air was now reeking, thick with gasoline. Once her head was clear, she noticed the sound of something hissing too. “The pipe! You idiot!” Piper pointed frantically to the side of the tank. “I told you to watch the pipe while I went for a piss!” “The pipe?” Annie turned in the direction Piper was pointing and that’s when she saw exactly why Piper was so angry. “THE PIPE! SHIT!” Her whole face dropped in disbelief, she didn't have any more words. The nozzle Piper had hooked up to the Tank was spluttering, spitting out gasoline all over the forecourt and up the tank, washing it in thick viscous fuel. “There’s a kink in the line!” Piper yelled, pointing to a length of the pipe that was bulging, clogged by fuel that struggled to navigate the kink. "How did you not notice it!?" She was infuriated, seething even. She rushed up to the nozzle, planted her foot against the tank to steady herself and wrapped both hands around the nozzle. She heaved, putting all of her strength into pulling it from the fuel tank. The nozzle came loose, disconnecting with a metallic click. It gushed gasoline, the force being enough to push Piper back a few inches. She slammed her foot on the ground and grappled the flailing nozzle like she was fighting a large snake. It sprayed gasoline everywhere, showering the forecourt, the Tank and even Piper herself a little bit. She struggled to control the flailing pipe, and seeing Annie’s dumbward gaze like she’d been left paralyzed, she knew she was in this on her own. She was given no choice but to let go of the pipe. “Annie, get behind something now!” She yelled and at that moment, let go of it. Before it could hit the floor, Piper was already off. She sprinted behind the tank to shield herself from getting any wetter than she already was. Her shirt and trousers were already soaked by the nozzle sputtering fuel everywhere. They both watched from cover as the fuel sprayed everywhere. “All that gasoline being pissed away…” Piper frowned. Enough gasoline to get them at least another hundred miles now being wasted. It wasn’t long until everything went quiet. The hidden reserve ran dry and the pipe, finally tapped out, collapsed into the giant pool of gasoline it had created. The strong smell of gasoline pierced the air, overwhelming their senses. Now that the chaos was over, Annie hopped down from the tank and over to Piper. Now that everything had settled, she was up for helping. “Are you okay?” She asked. “You didn’t get soaked or anything, right?” “I’m fine… I’m fine.” Piper sighed. She looked up at her tank, frowning at the sight of wasted gasoline. There must’ve been enough there for another hundred miles, and now it was dripping down the side of the tank. Annie knew she’d messed up, but it felt worse when she saw Piper frown. “I’m sorry, Piper.” She apologized, looking down at her feet like a worried puppy, her face hidden by a frizzy curtain of ginger hair. Piper sighed and climbed up onto the tank. “It’s fine, Annie. I… I should’ve just done it myself.” She lifted the hatch leading into the compartment and sat down. “We have enough gas and the storm should wash off most of that.” She hopped down into the compartment. “Grab my overalls and let’s get going.” Annie walked through the pool of gasoline, her boots squelching against the ground. The way Piper handled that mishap was better than it had been before. Usually, she turned red, and her words were so heated she often worried she was going to spit fire. But this time, it didn’t feel right. She was calm, collected, without a single word to show her anger. Annie sighed, climbed up onto the tank and grabbed Piper’s overalls. Maybe she was just becoming more accepting of the disappointment. She took one last look at the afternoon sun, enjoying these final seconds before she’d be confined to the steel innards of the tank, and finally, after she’d had her fill, climbed down the ladder and slammed the hatch closed. She had gotten in just in time to see Piper changing into her spare clothes. Her overalls, splattered with gasoline, were balled up on the floor beside her footlocker. She had just pulled up her trousers and was buttoning the front when Annie got down the ladder. “Ready to get going?” Piper asked her, the tone in her voice still cold with frustration. It would ease up over time, but not while there was a gasoline-shaped hole in her heart. “I guess so.” Annie nodded. Piper, with Annie’s help, pulled the massive lever back to start the ignition. The engine sputtered to life and the sound of machinery grinding rang through the compartment. Piper ducked beneath the low ceiling separating the driver’s seat from the compartment and hopped into the seat. She took off the handbrake and with a violent jolt that lurched both girls forward, drove off down the road. Once again, the girls passed the time in their own way during their long journey. Piper enjoyed an old flask of coffee while she was driving. It helped her to concentrate. She sat alone in the driver’s seat with only the radio for company while she navigated the scorched roads. Every now and then she’d reach down for the thermos by her seat and take a sip of coffee. The taste was bitter and it had gone cold. Piper grimaced with every sip but it was all she needed to keep herself alert. “Good evening to all of you out there. This is the Evening Report, helping you to keep safe during these trying times. The current time is 6pm and we’ve got quite the storm ravaging the countryside.” The radio reporter, a soft well-spoken man, gave an update on the current happenings in the world and signed off, leaving his listeners to a night of music. The next song from a playlist of yesteryear crackled on the radio. A jazzier instrumental - those were often played during the evening. “Hey, Piper?” Annie called out from across the compartment. Over the roaring of the engine, Piper couldn’t hear her. She could hardly hear herself. “Piper!” She screamed. This time, Piper looked over her seat and nodded. She reached over her shoulder and turned the dial on the radio, lowering the volume and gave Annie another nod to let her know she could hear her. “Hey! What? What’s up?” “Do you mind if we take a short break? I’ve gotta go… you know?” Annie asked with a quiver of shame, her cheeks growing a searing hot red. She leant forward in her seat, straddling the rough leather and clicking her boots together. Piper sighed, showing her frustration as she ran a hand through her hair. She wasn’t one for unscheduled stops. She followed a strict regime that had been with her since her days with the army. Everything had to be done during one of their routine stops that she insisted they take once every few hours. It was like clockwork to her, a routine that gave her life some normality. However to Annie it was monotonous, repetitive and straining - they’d stop, eat whatever scraps they had salvaged that day and relieve their bladders by the tank while the other stood watch before continuing off down the road. But Piper became especially grouchy about unscheduled stops when either of them needed to answer nature’s call while on the road. Annie couldn’t help but feel a tad guilty when she saw that look of frustration on Piper’s face. They’d been driving for hours and Annie, after holding in three bottles of soda and a heavy lunch, felt she was reaching her limit… in both departments. She felt the peeking head of a curious brown turtle and for Annie that was enough for her to ask for a break so she could make a drop in the bushes. Piper pulled down the lever by her seat and both girls jolted forward as the tank came to a sudden stop. The gentle rattling beneath their feet ceased and the compartment grew still. She climbed onto her knees and looked over the back of her seat with an unamused look. “What’s it for?” She asked, glaring at Annie. “W-What do you mean what’s it for?” Annie answered with a defensive huff. “I just said… I’ve gotta go. That’s a good ‘nuff reason.” Piper sighed. “I mean number one or number two?” Her calm tone was cracking beneath impatience. Hearing such a question caught Annie with her knickers down. Metaphorically. Though she did wish to have them down soon. She’d never been asked something so personal by Piper. Even if she was taking a dump during their scheduled stop, Piper never once asked just what she needed to do. Such a question knocked her back like an explosion, causing her to spill over and land back in her chair. Blood rushed to her face and her pale freckled cheeks were left searing with embarrassment. “Why does that matter!?” She replied with a fiery voice. “If it’s number one then just go in the canteen.” Piper waved her hand in the direction of an old metal canteen among the junk in the compartment. “We need to get a move on and I don’t want to make any stops unless I really have to.” “I’d say this is important.” Annie protested, feeling her stomach grow heavy under the weight of her bowels. As they were talking the pudgy mud-like lump pushed itself against her knot, stopped only by Annie clenching her cheeks. It was getting bad. She’d completely forgotten that she was bursting for a piss too. The urges in her stomach were making themselves far more known than anything her bulging bladder could produce. With a shameful sigh, knowing that Piper wouldn’t give in unless she admitted it, Annie swallowed her shame and came forward. “It’s b-both.” She squeaked, averting her gaze from Piper’s inquisitive stare. Her answer was met with a furrowed brow. “Hmm? Say again, I didn’t hear you?” “It’s both…” Annie squeaked again, quieter this time. “I have to go number one and number two.” “Okay, we can stop then.” Piper flicked the switch for the ignition down. The green light above it turned red and the low rumbling of the engines ceased instantly. “If you gotta go, you gotta go. I can do some maintenance and I don’t want you stinking up the compartment.” Without the bellowing of the engine, there was only silence. It was quiet enough to hear the storm rattling the tank's frame. Though the engine was off the main light that dangled by a string over the compartment remained on, buzzing quietly. “Ha, thank you.” Annie stood up and immediately she was hit with what felt like a rushing wave pushing against her waist. It was as if her bladder had filled instantly. There was a raging tide in her bladder and it was desperately seeking a place to settle. She grabbed a handle on the wall, wrapping her hand around the cold steel. She stood pigeon-toed, the tips of her boots touching as she waited for the wave to settle. For now, with her energy channelled into keeping her cheeks clenched and her hole puckered, her bowels didn’t cause her the same discomfort her bladder did. Once the tide between her legs settled and Annie was confident she could walk without leaking, she hurried over to the ladder and wrapped her hands around the rungs, eager to climb out into the countryside and scurry to the nearest bush. The thoughts of watery relief behind a bush sent a sharp shudder of delight up her spine. She hadn’t taken a piss since this morning and it had been at least a day since she had taken a dump - An old abandoned quarry, that’s where she’d last done it, using an old cement mixer as a makeshift toilet to shit in. She climbed the first two steps of the ladder, growing ever more desperate to get outside and cater to her body’s desperate desires. Annie grinned, imagining the relief she’d soon be feeling. “Hold on.” Piper ordered. “Ooh… what is it now?” Annie whimpered, dancing in place and wrapping her legs around the ladder. “H-Hurry up, please P-Piper.” Piper did no such thing. She took her time getting up from the driver’s seat, shimmied her way through the pipes and components and made her way toward the ladder and Annie without speaking a word. Annie watched her, still squirming around the ladder as Piper pushed past her and squatted down beside the small brass case that was secured with a padlock. “Where’s the bloody hell did I…” Piper murmured, looking around the chest. She didn’t seem too bothered about Annie who felt like she was about to burst if she had to endure this any longer. “Aha!” She reached onto a low shelf and took out a small silver key, which she used to unlock the case. Annie tried to sneak a peek at what Piper was searching for, but she did a good job concealing herself as she rummaged around in the chest. She could hear things being moved, pushed aside and thrown around, but all she could see were Piper’s hands shuffling. After a few seconds Piper stood back up and approached her red-headed friend. “You’re going to need this if you’re going out.” In her hands she held a Braun.45 “A Braun?” Annie recognized the pistol; her father had owned the same model, though this one had been better maintained - it had been cared for, with no scrapes or scratches anywhere on it. The condition was like brand new, right out of the factory. She took it and held it in her hands briefly, feeling the weight of it. For a pistol, it was heavy. Annie couldn’t even remember the last time she had held a weapon. Perhaps the feeling would have brought more nostalgia if she wasn’t pressing her quivering girlhood against the rungs of a rusted ladder. “It’s best you take this too.” The second item Piper presented to her was a small gizmo no larger than a rock. It was metal, cold to the touch, with wires wrapped around the handle and a small glass screen. She handed it to Annie, who looked at it with a confused scowl, furrowing her brow as she turned it over and looked at the back. “What is it?” She asked Piper. “An Auran device.” Piper informed her. “We used to use them to detect Eldritch lifeforms.” She reached forward and flicked a switch on the side of the device. The device came to life in Annie’s hands, the screen flickered on and displayed a standard radar screen like she’d seen before. It crackled, the screen hissed with static and it made her hands feel fuzzy, but Annie saw nothing extraordinary about the device. “It’s detected nothing, so we’re safe here.” Piper droned on. “If it detects something the device will start to beep, and the frequency of the beeps will let you know how close it is. The shorter the interval between pings, the closer it is.” Annie squirmed impatiently as Piper continued to babble on. She gripped the rungs of the ladder tightly, wrapping her legs around it and squeezing her thighs against the cold steel to relieve herself of the overwhelming urge to flood her knickers. Pressing herself against the ladder helped, and Annie, though secretly, delighted in the feeling. She’d hoped that having Piper see her in such an indignant state, groping the ladder and wrapping herself around the rungs in sheer desperation would be enough to encourage her to shut up and let her get on with relieving herself. Instead however, Piper took no notice and continued prattling on about the use of the Auran device, much to Annie’s desperate dismay. Suddenly, Piper stopped explaining and looked up, scrunching her nose as she caught a whiff of something foul lingering in the air. She sniffed curiously, grimacing at the smell. “Do you smell that?” She asked Annie. “I don’t smell anything.” Annie replied calmly, knowing full well what it was. “Smells like one of the converters is breaking down.” Piper kept sniffing the air, unsure what she was smelling. All she knew was that it was foul, and it made her nostrils twitch. She turned around and bent down beside the pipes running along the bottom of the compartment. The old converters that filtered the waste from the tank emitted a sulphuric smell when they were breaking down and it was easy to believe somebody had just ripped a fart when one of them finally did. But Piper was a girl who put her tank before anything else. The moment she could smell something foul in the air, the first place her mind went was to some component or another breaking down. Annie watched in silence, wafting her hand behind her backside. She knew full well that it was neither the pipes or the converter that were responsible for that foul smell. She exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled when she felt her guts settle. It had been her who had sullied the air of the cabin, though she would never admit it. As Piper had droned on, oblivious to Annie who was holding on despite the brown load turtling between her cheeks, she couldn’t help but let one quiet fart slip. It was humiliating, her cheeks warmed as the little cloud of gas escaped her quivering hole. Annie bit down on her lip, feeling her face turn red. But she’d been saved humiliation by Piper’s obsession with keeping her tank in it’s best condition. “I’ll take a look at that in a moment.” She wiped her brow and hopped back up to her feet, scratched her arse and turned to Annie to resume her lecture. She couldn’t even speak a single word before Annie spoke first. The ginger-haired girl was cracking under the weight of her bladder and her bowels. When she couldn’t even wiggle without the fear of a muddy fart escaping, she knew time was not on her side. “P-Piper!” She hissed, tightening her grip around the ladder and brushing aside her ginger hair. “I, ahem, I’ll be fine.” She took a deep breath. “Can I please go?” “So you understand how the device works?” “Y-Yes.” Annie nodded. “It beeps and beeps faster if something gets near me. I get it.” “Alright then.” Like a strict mother, Piper gave her a nod and waved up to the hatch leading outside. “Don’t stray too far. Go out, do what you gotta do, and come back, okay?” She sat down beside the old radio, turned the dial and tuned in just in time to hear Moonlight Theatre. The narrator, a quiet man with a deep voice well suited for the theatrics offered by the station, was recreating an old radio drama. Annie barely heard his opening chapter. She climbed up the ladder and threw open the hatch. It swung back with a heavy crack and struck the top of the tank with a metallic clank. She peered her head out, and was met with the icy winds of the storm. She shuddered, feeling her skin prickle, and quickly her red frizzy locks grew damp and dull from the rainfall. The earthy smell of wet dirt was the first thing she could smell. The first thing she could see as she scouted the forest from the tank was a long stretch of road unlit by either a lamp of the moon. It was pitch black, save for the fog lights of the tank, which illuminated the road with a dimly-lit glow. She climbed atop the tank and closed the hatch behind her. She hadn’t been out for more than a minute and already she had grown damp from the rainfall, feeling the biting chill seeping through her clothes numbing her bare body. The sky grew black with storm clouds and it looked like they were in for a long night of fierce weather. There was little sign of Eldritch influence around the woods, the trees and surrounding land though scorched remained somewhat natural. The tall trees choked away the moonlight and in the foglights of the tank, Annie noted a ghastly fog sweeping the roads. She could hear nothing but the ragged sounds of her own breathing and the downpour of freezing cold rain; even the engines were silent, almost as if they were frozen in a fearful awe of the forest entangling the land around them. But as Annie scouted the area, she was reminded by her bladder of why she had ventured out here. Her bladder twinged, and she could feel her fluids sloshing around. She felt fit to burst. “I really need to take a leak.” She said with a desperate grimace. She shimmied herself along the frame and toward the turret. In one hand she clutched the Auran device, which was yet to detect any presence around her. It crackled with a lifeless hiss of static. With such pressure on her lower body, it was difficult to move properly. Annie felt her legs shaking as she slowly approached the turret, her bladder twinged fiercely, causing her girlhood to quiver. She was sure she could feel a dribble, but it could’ve just been the rain. She slowly made her way along the tank’s turret, the hollow sphere of the turret pinging against her feet as she moved delicately to keep her footing. “Oooh… I feel like I’m about to go in my pants.” She said again, this time with a soft whimper. Her bladder was growing impatient, the pains between her legs were growing worse and striking her at shorter intervals. Her bowels too pestered her during these moments of weakness; she could feel her rear knot wincing and something hot and muddy trying to rear its head between her cheeks, hanging from her clenched ring like a stick. Her stomach felt heavy and it weighed down on her, causing her great discomfort. Annie needed a second; to take a deep breath and to compose herself before continuing. If she took another step under this pressure she’d be making two messes in her pants. A few seconds beneath the biting rain passed and the pressure in her lower tummy subsided. Annie continued, sliding down the armoured plating covering the treads and descended onto the ground. The road was now a pool of thick, viscous mud, and she felt herself land straight into a muddy puddle, splattering her denim overalls with a shower of mud. “Ugh…” She exclaimed with disgust, grimacing. She tried to think nothing of it and walked on, but as she stepped away from the tank she felt another push against her brown knot, this time her whole stomach growing tight. If she dallied too long, she would have more to worry about than just dirt on her trousers. She looked up and down the road, making sure there was nobody coming. Once she was sure nobody was around, she raised her butt and with a soft grunt ripped another, lengthier fart. “Ooh~” She sighed, raising her butt higher. It was loud enough to be heard even over the rainfall and she was close enough to messing herself that Annie had to pat her butt, just to make sure it was a dry fart. It was, luckily, and she again let out a relieved sigh. “Hmmm~” The pains in her stomach settled again, leaving only relief. To the side of the tank was a thicket between two scolded trees. The dark tunnel of overgrown grass called out to Annie, the thick bushes enticing her with the promise of privacy and shelter from the freezing rain while she relieved herself. “Ha… that’ll do nicely.” She said with a joyous smile. Cautiously, she raised the Auran device in the direction of the thicket. This time, the device sensed something, marking it with a low-pitched ping. On the screen something flashed in the distance. The pings sounded with a delay of at least four seconds of dead air between them. Annie had never known such an intricate device, though she knew the pings warned her of the presence of Eldritch beings, the device did nothing to alert her to the kind of creature. For all she knew it could’ve been a bug that crawled too close to a rift. Another uncomfortable wriggling in her lower stomach pulled Annie from her thoughts. She felt the brown head of her load pushing itself against her whimpering anus once more. Her knot, which she kept puckered tightly, quivered under the stress of the waste. With a deep breath, Annie clenched her hole fiercely, the pain causing her to double over and grit her teeth as she sucked the load up back into her bowels. She could feel the log retreat, pushing back toward her bowels, but leaving an unpleasantly warm ring around her knot as it did. Growing ever nearer to her limit, Annie was forced to squeeze her legs together and clench her cheeks tightly, grimacing as the mass retreated. Her stomach tightened, a bloated feeling filled her belly and she felt the urge to rip another fart. “N-Not this time…” She said with a pained expression, knowing that if she were to rip another, there would be more than just wind. She knew she couldn’t contain herself much longer at either end. To stand out in the freezing rain and debate the machinations of a foreign device was not something Annie should be doing when she was so close to soiling herself in more ways than one. “I just have to get in the brush, and I can go in there.” She told herself, drawing strength from her words. Drawing the pistol from its holster, Annie trotted through the mud and slowly approached the tangled tunnel of bushes and leaves. She held out the Auran device again and kept it fixed on the thicket. It continued to ping at the same rate - slow, low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She swept aside the leaves with her shoulders, cursing as the weeds stabbed at her overalls. She stepped into the brush, entering a dark nook of nature where she couldn’t be seen and the rain couldn’t get to her. She walked on, the grass crunching beneath the weight of her boots as she walked through, looking for a quiet spot to relieve herself. Annie again looked down at the scanner. Still no change. Low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She looked around with a sheepish gaze, making sure she was completely alone. It was a habit she struggled to break. When it came to taking a dump outdoors, Annie was always nervous. It was something rooted in her since she lived in her home settlement - surrounded by so many people that she couldn’t even use an outhouse in peace. She had to make sure she was alone, even when she knew nobody else was around, Annie couldn’t properly relax until she was certain nobody would witness her doing the foul deed. After a few seconds looking around, she knew she was alone. Completely alone. Annie stepped a few inches to the left, behind a large, unscorched bush that would conceal her nicely. It was pitch black, and the foglights from the tank were the only source of light she had. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and holstered the pistol. Once it was holstered, Annie unbuttoned the suspenders keeping her overalls up. They came undone and she took the falling fabric in her arms before they could land in the mud. Slowly, she lowered her overalls around her knees, exposing her bare arse to the cold air and squatted down low in the grass. “Ahh… AHH!” She squealed as something cold and wet tickled her crack. She jumped in fear, the surprise almost causing her to let go of her overalls. Her skin crawled and with eyes wider than plates she spun around to see what had given her an indecent touch. It was merely a wet piece of grass a few inches taller than the rest. She buried the shock behind a nervous chuckle and stomped down the blades of grass. Once again, Annie took a deep breath and squatted down over the waiting dirt. The second she was low enough to the dirt, she shuddered with delight, feeling her skin crawl. Between her thighs she felt a gliding warmth. “Ahhhh~” She sighed, taking a long, relieving piss into the grass beneath her. The golden stream rushed from between her lower lips, splattering against the damp grass between her boots. Smaller splatters splashed against her laces. “Ooooh~” She dug her hands into her knees, letting the relief run through her. Such pleasure, especially after she’d been holding her piss so long, felt amazing. Annie felt weak, digging her hand deeper into the denim of her suspenders. The air resonated with a strong pattering as she watered the grass with a flood of piss. She could feel the rising steam against her backside, a thin veil of hot vapour warmed her bare arse. At first Annie didn’t care for it, but as the steam continued to rise, turning her blue cheeks red, she grinned, basking in the pleasure. It was a lengthy piss, though Annie had lost herself to the pleasure shooting through her body. All she knew was that it was a great relief emptying her bladder after holding it for so long. She finished with a dribble, feeling a single drop running along her lips and hanging from her anus, warming her butt. The air went silent, the faint hissing fell silent and Annie hunkered down close to the ground. Her anus winced and she grimaced, looking around once again. She could feel her stomach tighten and the weight in her bowels descended, a thick brown snake squirmed down towards her hole. She closed her eyes and let nature run its course. No more than a minute, that was all she needed to take a dump. The air resonated with a quiet crackling. A small, pea-sized lump pressed itself between her anus, peeking out into the darkness. Her stomach cramped up for a second, but Annie ignored it, focusing only on squeezing out her log. But before she could, she heard the Auran device ping. She opened her eyes and leant forward to pick up the device, forcing her waste to retreat as her focus shifted to the device. She couldn’t believe it, she had heard it correctly - the red light was indeed blinking faster than it was before. On the radar screen it picked up a signal at the very edge of the screen. The red flashing light conjured a sense of fear in her. Annie tensed up, denying the descending snake at the knot of her butt freedom. All of her attention was now on the device and watching the red blip. She counted the delay between the pings, moving her head in rhythm with the device. It was now at three seconds. “It’s nothing…” Annie told herself. The blip was at the very edge of the screen and the scanner was still quite slow between the pings. “I just need to be quick, is all.” Annie rested the device on her bare knees and relaxed, setting her mind back on making a dirty deposit in the grass. Another minute passed, and Annie was still squatting in the grass. Though she could feel the heft of her waste pushing against her ring, producing a slimy head of brown filth, she couldn’t give it the final push it needed to unfurl between her cheeks. “C-Come on…” She whimpered, straining, wriggling, shuffling, anything she could to push even a small length of her log out, but her body refused. It was as if she had frozen up in fear, her mind refusing to allow her such an intimate moment for fear of the creature picked up by the device. Though she was right on the brink of messing a minute ago, right at the edge of unfurling a sizeable log into her underwear, she found it difficult to squeeze even an inch out now. Not a fart, nor a peek. “Oooh…” She whimpered, burdened by a heavy feeling that tightened her stomach. Although she couldn’t go, Annie still felt the pains in her stomach that begged her for relief. She could feel the weight lingering at her hole, a hefty load of soft mud-like mess that was fighting against her ring. But her body refused, keeping her hole puckered. They intensified, tightening like a rope around her belly. Annie grimaced, biting down on her lip until the pains subsided. It was beginning to hurt. Her stomach was cramping and she whimpered again with soft, impatient desperation, wanting nothing more than the blissful relief that followed crimping off a solid length of mess. “Come on~” She muttered again, lifting herself up and hovering bare-arsed over the dirt, giving her butt a shake. Twenty more seconds passed and Annie was still stagnant in the bushes. She was dripping wet, every inch of her thoroughly soaked through. She could only wrap her hands around her wet knees and wiggle her backside, praying that this strange bout of anxiety would soon pass. She twiddled her thumbs to pass the time, twiddling and twiddling, waiting for that moment her body would give in. Her anus, weak from clenching, gave in and finally a slither of waste widened her ring with some help. Annie pressed her legs together, tightened the grip on her knees and with a firm grunt she strained, putting all the pressure on the lump of mess peeking at the edge of her hole. “Hmmm~” She bit down on her lip and squirmed. It was working, her anus unclenched, her ring growing wider as she felt the soft mass of her mess descend on her hole. It dropped slowly, pushing her ring open to accommodate it’s girth. This was it, her whole body shuddered as she was a moment from sweet muddy relief. But again, before she could squeeze the plump mess out, the distinct ping of the Auran device distracted her. All of her attention was lost and once again. Fear ensnared her. Her body seized up and her mess retreated, protesting with a groan that caused her a brief discomfort. Then suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Annie saw something lurking in the distance. At first she thought it was nothing more than a leaf blowing in the wind, though she wasn’t certain. It was big, a large blur moving far in the distance. But Annie still couldn’t tell. She leant forward, pushed aside some of the leaves on the bush in front of her, and looked out into the distance. It was difficult to make out through the leaves. Annie pushed aside a large branch to get a clearer view. Through the thick curtain of fog that seemed to shatter against the pouring rain, she could make out a black shadow. It was wandering around, moving slowly but powerfully. Annie picked up the scanner from the ground, mud covering her bare hands, and aimed it in the direction of the shadow shambling in the distance. The device started to beep frantically, the frequency of pings growing shorter until they were only two seconds apart. The figure moved through the fog, struggling like the mist was impeding it. It’s long gangling arms swept at the air and as it grew closer, Annie saw the outline of something large. Though still a silhouette shambling through darkness, she saw the figure of what looked like a human, but its arms were long and thin like twigs. At the end of its wrists were three long fingers, twitching. It was not just her suspicion that had been aroused however; the Auran Device, fixed on the creatures position, continued to ping. The pings were rapid. Before Annie could take a breath, two seconds became one second. One second became half a second. Annie watched the beast drawing closer, still squatting down in the dirt with her suspenders undone. Not once did she think about running. She merely watched, like fear had frozen her, rooting her feet to the ground. Finally, as the Auran Device emitted a shrill continuous shriek, the fear settled in and Annie realized what was happening. She had to get out of there and back to the tank, forgoing relieving herself for the sake of safety. Without another second to spare, Annie grabbed her suspenders and scrambled to her feet, pulling them around her legs with a single hand, the other grasping a nearby branch to help her keep her balance as she got up. She sprinted through the thicket, her boots almost sticking to the mud. In one hand she held up her trousers, keeping them as high up as she could while she also clutched onto the Auran Device. It continued to emit the same unending shrill right in her ear. She used her free hand to swipe away the foliage impeding her, batting at it in a frenzied panic and throwing it aside. As she ran through the thicket, catching and scraping herself against the branches and sharp leaves, Annie felt her gut wrenching, like something was wrapped around it and tightening itself. Between her wet cheeks, which clapped together with every step she took, she felt the weight of something soft pushing down on her knot. There was nothing she could do to stop it. All Annie could do right now was put all of her strength into running. Nothing else mattered right now. She leapt out from the thicket, back out onto the muddy road and into the warming glow of the tank's fog lights. She didn’t feel safe yet, and she wouldn’t until she was back within the steel walls of the compartment with Piper. The leaves were rustling behind her, whatever she had seen was close. She sprinted toward the tank, using her free hand to button up just one length of her suspenders. She fiddled with the button, giving it almost no attention, but after a few seconds she felt it slip through the cut on her suspenders. She took a deep breath - finally she could use both of her hands. Time was running out. Annie approached the rear of the tank and scrambled to climb up it, clawing at the paint and lifting herself onto the tread covers. She climbed the turret, wrapping her arms around the barrel and lifting herself atop it. Her body groaned as she lifted herself, the worst of the fatigue could be felt pushing against her anus, leaving her hole quivering. She moved cautiously along to the hatch, the slippery surface almost causing her to slip and fall back onto the road. There was no telling where the beast had gone. The forest had gone quiet. Annie didn’t dare to look back. Her heart was pounding, her legs were shaking, almost turning to jelly from fear. She got to the hatch, stopping just before it. Inside, there were the muffled sounds of talking - it had to be the radio. Annie was exhausted, running on pure adrenaline. Her breathing was ragged, she just needed a second to catch her breath. But she couldn’t. The bushes beside her rustled, the scanner continued to moan one long continuous shrill. It was close. She was sure she could hear breathing, a ghastly beast-like breathing. She wrapped her hands around the handle, the cold, wet steel numbing her palm, and threw open the hatch to the compartment. She leapt down, sealing it behind her. At last. Safety. “Annie!” Piper, who had been sitting and listening to the radio, leapt up from her seat and rushed over when she heard Annie land with a clang. “Is everything okay? Did some…” She paused, fear drowning her face. It was almost enough to turn her pale. Piper had noticed the Auran device, hearing its shrill cry. She yanked it from Annie’s hand. “Oh fuck…” She cursed. Meanwhile, Annie fell to her knees, collapsing under fear and waning adrenaline. She panted, regaining her breath in long ragged gasps. She wrapped her hands around her stomach, tensing up when she remembered that she hadn’t been given a chance to do her business. She felt bloated, something soft descended through her guts and peeked at the edge of her butthole. Her stomach tightened again and Annie groaned, biting down on her lip. She desperately needed to fart, to let go and rip a relieving one, but she couldn’t. Not while Piper was here. Even when it could offer her some relief from the pains in her lower tummy, she still didn’t have the courage to fart in front of Piper. Had she been alone, Annie would’ve gladly done it, lifting her butt and letting the ripe little bubble burst. What she wouldn’t give to be alone right now, just to feel the relief of a fart she’d been holding in for too long. With a lip-curling grimace, she clenched her anus, denying the fart she so desperately wished to rip. Her stomach groaned, protesting with a fierce grip around her gut that caused her great discomfort to the point she whimpered. Her gut rumbled and after a few seconds she could feel the fart retreating. “Are you okay?” Asked Piper, who had finally noticed her comrade in great discomfort. She put the Auran device on a nearby box and offered to help Annie to her feet. “I’m fine… just tired from running.” She gasped, still catching her breath. She swept aside her sopping wet locks of ginger hair and stared into Piper’s eyes with shame. Suddenly, the compartment began to shake, mechanical components began to rattle. The floor beneath them shook violently. Both girls grabbed onto their seats and in a moment of fearful uncertainty looked up to one another. Whatever that creature was, it had stumbled upon the tank. Piper looked pale as ice, for once that fierce look she often wore had been lost. The Auran device continued to screech. Piper steeled herself, brushed back her hair and moved toward the red dot, creeping to make sure she didn’t alert whatever was outside. She took the device from the table and peered at the screen. “It’s circling us.” She whispered, her face illuminated by the red screen. “Whatever it is.” “Does that thing have no way of telling us what’s out there? Anything at all?” Annie asked, pointing to the Auran device. Piper shook her head, and then an idea came to her. Without telling Annie, she squatted down, grabbing onto the desk to balance herself, and looked toward the driver’s seat. “I’m going to try and look through the front window.” She whispered, glancing back at Annie confidently. “You can’t be serious?” Annie protested, wincing halfway through her words as her stomach once again tightened, fighting against her prolonged holding. “It’s the only way to know what’s out there.” Piper said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just going to peek out of the window and see if I can get a look.” She peered through the glass. Something big lumbered past, slogging itself across the dirt and moaning. “It’s a Shambler.” A Shambler - Annie had never witnessed one before, but she had heard stories from passing traders when she was a little girl. The great horror of the woodlands. Eldritch in origin. Tall, lumbering creatures that had wandered through the rift and now stalked the forests and swamps. They were slow, sluggish, and lacked any intelligence. But if provoked, they were a terror, a nightmare, an awakened Shambler was a being of pure strength, mercilessly pursuing whatever dared disturb it. Even the smallest of Shamblers, which still stood a head taller than a human, possessed the strength to completely overturn a tank. Piper peeked up again, checking to see if the Shambler was still there. It stood, attracted to the glare of the fog lights. “Of course it’s here. The foglights must’ve attracted it.” She crouched down out of sight and looked behind her. “Annie, get the gaslamp off, and the radio too. Last thing we need is for it to try and get in here.” Annie nodded and lifted herself to her feet. Right now, with her stomach growing tighter and her whole body feverishly quivering from her lack of strength, even doing something so trivial as turning off a light felt like a tremendous task. She hobbled over to the radio first and turned the dial. With a static crackling, the comforting sounds of the evening channel faded into silence. She stood for a second, grimacing as she could feel her rear knot once again quivering. All she could do was clench, tightening her sphincter, and pray that this would not take too long. Next was the gaslight, which sat on a box beside the radio. Annie turned the knob, watching the small orange light extinguish, the warm comforting glow of the lamp becoming a cold, dark shadow. The whole compartment was dark, though the fog lights outside gave a faint glimmer of silver light through the front window. Piper reached up to the steering wheel, her hands shaking and slowly flicked the switch for the fog lights. It went dark, the lights turning off instantly and leaving the compartment in darkness. Suddenly, Annie felt her guts tighten again. She doubled over, putting a hand on her stomach. Her anus quivered and her tummy groaned a beastrous roar. Again, she felt the urge, no, the need to rip a fart. She couldn’t hold it any longer, her guts were wrenching under the pressure and her body yearned for even the smallest bit of relief. She had no choice. Thankfully, she was right beside one of the vents that let air into the compartment. That would help with the smell at least. Annie, with a whimper, raised her butt, pressing it against the grate of the vent and strained softly, letting one rip. “Ooooh~” She sighed with relief, almost moaning as her fart left a warming impression on her buttchecks. Her lips curled into a smile, she felt sweet relief like her guts had emptied. It was delightful. Her stomach groaned softly and settled, the pressure finally abating. Once the lights and radio were off, Annie stumbled back to her seat, moving cautiously to avoid tripping on anything. When she felt the rough leather, she knew she was by her chair and plopped herself down, huddling up with her knees legs on the chair and her arms wrapped around her shins. She couldn’t believe she had just done that - ripping a fart with Piper right next to her. Though the shame had her cheeks flaring, she knew that she couldn’t help it; she’d been holding it in for so long that she had no choice but to relieve herself of some of the pressure in her gut. What really worried her was the smell. It made her cheeks flare bright red just thinking about it. When she was so close to soiling herself, it wasn’t going to smell like a basket of roses, but she took some comfort in knowing she had ripped it right next to the vent. Piper snuck back across the compartment, taking the Auran Device from the table as she passed it. She used the red light from the screen to find her way to a chair and sat down, sitting right beside Annie. There was a moment of silence between both girls, one that Annie broke. “So what are we supposed to do?” It took Piper a moment to reply; she didn’t look up from the device. “There’s nothing we can do.” She said calmly. “We’ll just have to wait until it gets bored and wanders off.” Such an answer caused Annie to whimper. Again, she started to feel the discomfort stirring in her lower tummy, her bowels growing heavy at the thought of waiting even another minute. “H-How long do you think that’ll take?” She asked, trembling. Piper shook her head, looking unsure. “Not a clue.” She answered, slumping down into the chair beside Annie and watching the scanner with a keen eye. “It could be a few minutes, could be a few hours. We might even be sleeping here tonight.” Another answer that Annie’s bowels couldn’t handle. The very thought of being stuck in here for the whole night was too much for her shivering hole. She puckered up and readied herself for a long night. “It shouldn’t take too long.” She told herself for comfort. “Shamblers are dumb, right? It’s not going to stick around for more than a few minutes.” Half an hour passed. Annie only knew this because she’d been watching the clock on the table next to her to distract herself. Her needs had grown worse in that time; Far worse than she could’ve possibly imagined. Her stomach was almost moaning, growing tighter and heavier like a weight was constricting her. She could feel the hot, moist feeling of her waste as it hung right at the edge of her hole, the long brown snake peeking out by a mere inch and hanging over the white cotton of her knickers. It wouldn’t retreat this time, regardless of how hard she tensed. She could cut a cigar with how tight her knot was clenched, but even then she could still feel it; the muddy length of waste, waiting for her moment of weakness. Annie grimaced, shuffled in her chair softly to make herself more comfortable, and bit down on her lip. Her lower half was shivering, fatigue setting in from almost an hour of fierce clenching. Her tightly-closed ring quivering, but she persisted, knowing that if she were to unclench for even a second, she would not be able to contain the brown monster that would unfurl in her knickers. Another ten minutes passed, and Annie was no better. Slowly, it was getting worse; the brown snake was descending little by little, squirming closer to her clean cotton knickers with every passing second. She began to feel bloated, like something heavy was pressing down on her stomach. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony, like her insides were twisting around themselves like a knot but Annie persisted. It couldn’t be much longer. She pushed herself down on her seat, pressing her butt against the rough leather of the chair, and giving her cottons a brown kiss. She let out a whimper as she felt something moist smush against the cotton of her knickers. It was exactly what she feared it was. The turtle’s head was so low it mushed into the cotton of her knickers, like a cigar being stubbed out and leaving a small damp stain in the rear. Outside, the Shambler continued to stir. It persisted, circling the tank continuously, prowling near the steel frame and huffing. Even through the thick steel, its muffled snarls could be heard - a low beast-like snarl as if it were chomping at the air. “It’s still out there.” Annie whispered. “I know.” Piper whispered back, her face glowing red from the screen of the Auran device. She gritted her teeth, seething with impatience. “Come on you bastard, leave already.” And then, an idea came to Piper. “Annie, the Braun I gave you, hand it to me.” “Y-Yeah sure, let me just…” Annie froze as she reached into the holster; she couldn’t feel the iron grip of the pistol. “W-Where is it?” She looked down, frantically patting her waist. “I… It’s not here?” “What do you mean it’s not there? You didn’t drop it, did you?” She knew it wasn’t there, but Annie continued to fiddle with the holster. “I d-don’t know. I don’t remember it falling out. It must’ve slipped out while I was running.” Her heart was racing and for a moment she feared she was going to shit herself. “Goddammit.” Piper furrowed her brow and huffed. “We could’ve just blown its brains out.” “What about the turret?” Annie suggested meekly, already knowing it was a far-fetched idea. Piper shook her head. “With what ammo? That thing hasn’t been loaded in months. That old pistol was the only firepower that was on-” Piper froze, growing silent and staring down at the Auran Device. “It’s stopped circling us.” Piper whispered. “Why’s it just standing there… what’s it doing?” Suddenly, something came crashing against the tank, striking the steel frame with such force that it rocked. The Shambler moaned in distress, the sound piercing the thick walls of the compartment. Even with four inches of solid steel separating them, it was as if the Shambler was right there, beside her. The relentless striking of steel rang out in Annie’s ears. It was a shrill, piercing sound that buried itself in her mind so she could never forget it. Those horrid sounds of banging in tandem with the violent jolts that nearly threw her from her seat filled her to the brim with a surreal sense of fear. Annie whimpered, her lips trembling as she suppressed the urge to scream. Fear was coursing through her, chilling her blood until she was completely numb. She wanted to scream, but she knew she couldn’t. Piper could see she was shaking and she leant over to comfort her, putting a hand on her lap. “Shh~” She said, gesturing with a finger over her mouth. Annie didn’t say anything. She let out a childish whimper and hugged herself tight. With her shaking hand, she grasped Piper’s hand, squeezing it tight. She wouldn’t let go. As long as she knew Piper was there beside her, she felt safe, sheltered. The compartment shook violently under the constant strikes of the Shamble. The suspension beneath the floor creaked, sounding its age with a rusted squeak. Tools and Pieces scattered, crashing to the floor and hitting it with an audible clang. Both girls were almost thrown from their seats, but they held on, refusing to make a sound in any capacity. It was a furious onslaught that seemed to last forever. Beast against metal. The Shambler continued to throw itself against the frame of the tank, howling in frustration when the iron behemoth showed no reaction. Finally, everything went quiet. The Shambler moaned for a final time. It had gone silent. Dreadfully silent. Piper smiled, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. The Shambler had grown bored and realized that the object it flung itself at was of no threat. The Auran Device pinged and the red dot on the screen started to move in circles. It was over… at least that’s what Annie thought. She felt an uncomfortable shuffling in her bowels, the load that was pressuring her hole had begun shifting again, pushing against her knot. She tried to clench up and force her load to retreat, but she couldn’t. Through the fearful shivers, she didn’t have the strength to hold it in. She was too weak; the fear had loosened her. Annie took a deep breath, shuffled in her chair and hunched up tighter, squeezing her legs with her arms, pushing her knees against her stomach. The cramps in her stomach started again and this time she couldn’t contain the agony. It was as if something was pressing down on her guts, forcing the brown snake to descend. She feared this was it, she had reached her limit and finally undone by fear, she couldn’t stop what was about to come. In a final effort to hold it in, Annie straddled her chair and pushed down against the seat. She pushed down as hard as she could, until she could feel her quivering knot kissing the cotton of her underwear. The very tip of the turtle’s head could be felt touching the seat of them, leaving a small brown stain that Annie could feel. But even with her best efforts, that wasn’t enough to stop it. Her stomach grew tighter, quietly groaning as it begged her for relief. Despite her best efforts, there was nothing more Annie could do. She was going to shit herself, and she was powerless to stop it. The head of the brown snake that peaked between her clenched cheeks started to squirm, descending to the cotton of her underwear. It came slowly, a thick, moist log of hot waste squirming against her hole, stopped only by the seat that she buried her butt deep into. Annie could do nothing but sit there, letting it happen. A lone tear ran down her cheek as she accepted it and lifted herself up slowly, succumbing to the desperate urges of her bowels. She whimpered, grinding her teeth out of fear. This was it, she had tried so hard to hold it, to endure the grinding pain that had her guts twisted for so long, and it was finally over. She was powerless to stop it, and now, knowing that, she accepted it and merely let nature run its course. She eased up, her whole body relaxing. She let out a soft sigh, and relaxed her shoulders, giving in to the desire of her bowels. Her ring loosened, unclenching fully; there was nothing holding it back now. Annie braced for the worst of it, knowing that it was far from over. She straddled her seat, digging her nails into the rough leather. She gripped it with such fierce force that she pierced the leather, leaving her to caress the soft padding beneath. The great load she had been holding squirmed through her hole without retaliation. The thin head of the snake slithered through her ring without a fight, leaving a hot, messy trail. She could feel her knot widening, forced to open wide by the girth of her waste. Her stomach again started to tighten and the cramps intensified once more. The discomfort was too great for Annie, drawing closer to agony than discomfort. It grew to be too much for her and she crossed her legs together, pressing down on her shin with her heel. The first few inches of a warm log emerged, leaving a muddy trail against her cheeks as it unfurled between the crack of her butt. The air crackled quietly as she curled the first length of her log and the smell was lifting. A long plump length of wet log hung from between her cheeks, dangling over the stained cotton. It was soft, like damp clay. Annie could feel that there was some left. Annie strained, grimacing as she forced out another inch of the log, letting it unfurl between her cheeks. It marked its sloppy descent with a slimy smearing that refreshed the brown streak between her buttcrack. The plump, lengthy log lowered another inch, the flattened head curling up as it finally reached the seat of her underwear. Annie could feel her stomach settle, now unburdened by the load that was now unfurling in her knickers. The relief was tremendous, causing a sweet shudder to surge through her body, but mostly it was the relief in her stomach that had her smiling, like a great weight had been lifted from her. “Hmm~” She sighed, hiding her relief. She felt guilty for enjoying this even half as much as she did. It was a feeling of much-needed relief, so much so that Annie cracked a sinful smile. Perhaps had this been a situation that didn’t require her to remain in her seat, Annie would’ve taken a bucket or maybe even some paper and done her business in the corner. It would’ve been far less humiliating that what she was doing right now - leaving a large trail of brown in her knickers. She was almost finished lightening her load, but there was still a fine bit to squeeze out. Annie lifted herself from the chair with her arms, hovering over the seat. and gently shook her butt from side to side. With each gentle shake, she tapped the moist log against her buttcheeks. Annie could only grimace, lips twisting into a sour expression at the feeling of the log hanging from her hole. The air crackled softly as she could feel a length of waste tear off under its own weight, gently laying itself out in the once pristine cotton of her underwear. With a soft moan, Annie tensed up, the relief of lightening her load still tingling, causing her to shiver in glee. She clenched tightly, the ring of her anus winced and she cut off the final length of the log. There was a light crackle and a sound like a snap. Annie felt the log snap and break off, cut free by a quick wince of her hole. It fell, settling in the seat of her knickers, staining both the cotton and her butt. “Uuu~” Annie whimpered quietly under her breath, her lips curling into a smile. It was shameful, she knew it was, but it felt too good. The load rested in the seat of her knickers, the soft mass curling and taking the shape of the curve of her butt. It was a long one, leaving a hot, stained splatter that ran the length of her buttcheeks. It was close to her thighs, wrapping around them and contorting to the shape of her cheeks. Though she had birthed a sizeable log in her knickers, that was still not the end of it. Annie felt her stomach tightening, something in her gut dropped and she felt a second, smaller log pressing against her muddied hole, seeking release. She feared she had no room left in the seat of her knickers. She had already filled them with the great weight of the first load. That didn’t matter; it was already coming. All Annie could do was lift herself a few more inches off her seat, lifting herself until she was nearly standing, giving the second log just enough room to unfurl from between her cheeks. Already it was pouring out of her, a small, but thick snake as soft as wet clay curled from her quivering hole, and unfurled atop the first length of waste, adding to the brown mountain already resting in her underwear. That was the end of it, and Annie concluded with the quietest of farts that lightly peppered her knickers with splatters of waste. At last, it was finally over. Her stomach settled, and the relief faded but in its place came a crippling shame. Annie sat quietly, ignoring the load that was weighing down the seat of her knickers. She sat in disbelief, panting from a shortness of breath that was brought on by fatigue. She couldn’t believe it, even with a fat lump of brown mess resting in the rear of her knickers, Annie couldn’t bring herself to believe what had just happened - A grown girl and she had shit herself. Shame was swelling up inside of her, filling the void left behind by the fading relief. Once it had set in, she couldn’t rid herself of the shame. Annie tried closing her eyes, imagining herself far away from here, in a field in the countryside on a warm summer day, but still the feeling persisted. The rising smell that polluted the air was enough to knock her out of any fantasy she wished for. Soon the smell was overwhelming, and the soft mush that had sunk down, crushed beneath the weight of her butt was all Annie could think about. For now, Annie was forced to endure it. Until the Shambler left she would be confined to her seat, sitting on a cushion of her own mess. Finally, the Auran Device fell silent. There was only a crackling of static that remained. The Shambler had vanished, wandering back into the depths of the charred forest. Though it seemed to be clear, neither girl moved from their seat. There was no telling how much time had passed. It was pitch black, and the clock on Piper’s desk had broken when the creature first struck the tank. Annie sat in silence, clinging to her chair. She tried to ignore the smell of shit that lingered in the tight confines of the compartment, emanating from the brown bulge in the back of her underwear. The seat of her knickers was weighed down by the two lumps of mess she had squeezed out. Right now she could feel the soft clay-like mass pressing against her bare butt, it's shape shifting with the movement of her cheeks. It was warm and moist, a foul swamp of muddied mess nestled right between the crack of her butt. Right this moment, there was nothing Annie pined for more than a hot bath. It was bad enough that she was soaking wet from trudging through the thunderstorm to take a dump, but the worst of it was that the only warmth she could feel came from the seat of her underwear. Her soaked, soiled clothes only reminded her of what was seated in them. Unfortunately, luxuries like bathing or even a river to wash her clothes were a rarity on the main roads. For now the only thing that kept Annie going was the thought of being out of her soiled clothes and into a clean pair of spares that she kept in her footlocker, as well as a fragrant wet wipe between the cheeks. Both girls remained in silence for a few minutes after the beast had vanished. Neither wished to be the first to break the silence. That was until Annie, assuming it to be safe, got up from her chair. Slowly, she got to her feet, stifling her whimpers at the weighted feeling of her sagging underwear. She grimaced, feeling a peeking head of waste caress her thighs like a brush on a canvas, painting her pale skin a shameful brown. The quiet footsteps of the stalking monster ceased, the low curious growls had been silenced, leaving only the howling wind in its stead. Annie looked around, trying to hear something, but there was nothing. It was over. It had to be. There hadn’t been a single sound outside since the device had fallen silent. Soft lumps of mess that had clung to her backside broke loose. The feeling of soft clay-like mess slowly peeling away from her bare cheeks was something that made Annie grimace with a sour-expression. “W-Why don’t I get some light going?” Annie said quietly, trying to make conversation in the hopes of lightening the mood. Piper said nothing. Annie made her way through the compartment, moving slowly through the darkness as to not trip over any scattered wires or junk. Every step she took, the bulge in the rear of her underwear jiggled softly, and she could feel her load tapping her bare thighs. The small gas lamp she had turned off earlier was lying on the floor near the table. Thankfully, the glass hadn’t been shattered. She turned the dial and turned the gas lamp on. With a hiss, a small flame emerged, lighting up the compartment with a gloomy orange glow. “I think it’s gone now.” Annie said quietly, walking back to her chair with the lamp in-hand. She placed the lamp on the floor between them and not wanting to reacquaint her backside with the load in her underwear, leant against the back of her chair. Piper stayed silent. She sat quietly, her black hair covering her face. But Annie could see she was quivering, her lips curling like she was in pain. “Piper?” She called again, softly this time. Again Piper said nothing. There was only silence, broken by a soft whimper. She sat stiffly in her seat, hunched up with her legs pressed tightly together. Her hands were pushed between them, almost crushed by how tightly she held her legs together. Suddenly, Annie heard a sound. It was difficult to hear at first. It sounded like hissing, but distant. It grew in intensity, growing louder until Annie could hear it clearly. And then there was a dripping. That too was growing louder, and more frequent until it was continuous, like a weak stream of running water. Around Piper’s butt a small puddle was forming, creeping out from beneath her and spreading out across her chair. It was growing larger, moving towards the edges of her seat. Piper said nothing. She sat quietly, her face hidden beneath her fringe with a fist against her mouth. Perhaps it was from the shock, but it took Annie a moment to properly comprehend what was happening. But when she realized, there was a flutter in her heart. “P-Piper?” She said calmly, her lips trembling. Piper was wetting herself right in front of her. Her olive khakis were soaked through, the drab green turning darker as Piper relieved herself in them, struggling to hold it back. She took a deep breath and bit down on her fist, her quivering lips showing the faintest glimpse of relief. She kept going, the sounds of water piddling against fabric intensifying until they echoed through the compartment. Her khakis, now soaked entirely, could not hold anymore piss. The pool started to grow, forming around her backside and expanding out onto the chair. It crept out until finally it started to trickle down the side of the seat and tap against the steel floor. It was only a tapping at first, but quickly it began to drip and finally one long continuous dribble battered the floor, covering the silver steel with a small pale puddle. A small cloud of steam rose from between Piper’s legs. The stench of fresh piss had grown strong, mixing with the sullied air of Annie’s own produce. Through it all, while her best friend sat hunched up on her chair wetting herself, Annie stood completely still, leaning against the back of her chair and witnessing it with a dumbward expression pasted across her face. Never had she imagined that Piper would soil herself. She was a strong, militant girl, the confident one of them both - a girl that was never afraid to just drop trou and relieve herself whenever the need presented itself. But now, Annie had seen it. She had seen a moment of weakness from Piper. There was only one explanation she could think of and she found it ridiculous to even think it. “Piper?” She said quietly but with a caring voice, “The Shambler - were you scared?” Piper seemed to shake her head at such a question before leaning back in her chair, ignoring the pool of piss she was sat in. At least she was still in good spirits. “It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with a Shambler.” She chuckled, trying to play off what had just happened. “You think they’re big dumb brutes and sometimes they surprise you.” She took a deep breath and leant forward, making sure to avoid her wet trousers with her arms. “I’ve been dying for a piss for the last hour… I’ve been holding it in since you went out to do your business.” “You’re not the only one who got a surprise.” Admitted Annie. It was not with shame, but rather with confidence that she told Piper she had soiled herself. “I couldn’t go either. The device started going crazy while I was in the bushes.” Perhaps it was from the awkwardness of the situation, but Annie couldn’t help but chuckle. It had spiralled from awkwardness to hilarity. Annie found comfort in knowing that she was not the only one who had caved in to fear, or that she was the only one with a soiled pair of underwear. There was no reason to be ashamed, knowing Piper was in a similar situation. Knowing that it was not only her, it seemed to liven Piper’s spirits. “So that smell WAS you?” She said, a faint smile patching over her frown. “I was wondering where that smell was coming from. I thought that thing outside busted the other converter.” Annie shook her head, and with a renewed confidence, she admitted to her incident earlier. “Neither of the converters are busted.” She said, her cheeks growing rosy. “I… r-ripped a fart earlier before going outside.” Both girls looked at each other and just like that, the fear was gone. At first, Piper glared as if she was judging Annie, but then suddenly she started to laugh. Her giggles were infectious and soon after Annie too started to laugh. The laughter helped to lighten the mood and finally both girls felt somewhat comfortable about the awkward situation they had found themselves in. “Right, we should get changed, huh?” Piper said, putting a hand on Annie’s shoulder. “It’s starting to reek in here.” Annie nodded. Not only was the smell lifting but it was starting to get uncomfortable. “D-Do you mind if I get changed first?” She asked. “Go for it.” Piper nodded. She put a hand against her desk and lifted herself to her feet. A small rainfall of pee dribbled from her soaked trousers, landing in the puddle on the seat with a tinkling. “Should I go wait in the driver’s seat?” She asked, trying to mask the sound. “P-Please.” Annie said and trudged over to her footlocker. “D-Do you think we could have the radio on?” Piper leant over and flicked the switch of the radio. It crackled, bursting out with a hiss of static before tuning in to the evening channel. “And you’re back with Moonlight Quartet. Next up, we have the arrangements of Jodie Dunkirk and the Stars in the sky orchestra.” With the smooth sound of big band jazz playing through the radio, Annie waddled through the compartment and behind her desk. There was a small spot that would conceal her while she changed. She didn’t want Piper to see her, or the sorry state of her soiled underwear. Every step she took, she could feel the soft pat she had made thumping sloppily against her cheeks. It made a wet sound with every slap. Annie cringed. She still couldn’t believe it - a girl of nineteen and she’d shit herself. Once she was behind her desk, she undid her suspenders and let them fall down, around her boots. She wrinkled her nose and grimaced, catching a strong whiff of her own creation. Next, her knickers. Annie was dreading this part. She didn’t dare grab the waist for fear she would feel something more than just cotton. Instead, she grabbed the front of them and slowly pulled them down. “Are you not done yet?” Piper yelled over the music on the radio. “I need to get changed too, you know.” “I-I’ll be a minute.” Annie replied. She took a deep breath and thrust her knickers down around her boots. Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but take a peek at the damage her white cottons had endured. The seat of her knickers were brown and nestled right in the rear was a large brown pat of mess. It had been flattened by Annie’s butt, now resembling a brown pancake that spread across the rear of them, soiling the clean white cotton. “P-Piper? Where’s the toilet paper?” Annie peered over her desk and asked. “Check the footlocker. It should be in there.” Annie got down on her knees and rooted through the footlocker. She found an old wrench, some screws and a suspiciously sticky copy of “Girls Und Tanks.” before finding a cardboard tube without even a scrap of toilet paper on it. “It’s empty.” Annie said, waving the cardboard tube. Piper peered over the back of her seat, brows furrowing when she saw the empty roll. “Goddammit, that was our last roll. Umm…” She scratched her chin, staring in thought. “Oh, rummage around in my footlocker - there should be a can of this old military-grade wash.” Sure enough, there was an olive-coloured can of something in Piper’s footlocker. It was rusted and the words were illegible. “Is this it?” Annie asked, waving the can up for Piper to see. “Yep.” She nodded. “Should do the trick… and hurry up, I feel like I’m stewing here…” She didn’t need much time to wash up, a quick rinse between the cheeks and down her thighs and that enough for Annie. She ignored the dampness and the rough, soapy feeling of the old military wash as it felt like her skin was drying up. Once that shameful affair was concluded, Annie reached back into the footlocker and pulled out a canvas sack. She unravelled the top and pulled out her spare clothes - a dark green pair of trousers and an old grey shirt. They were nothing fancy; an old pair of clothes Piper kept with her, but they no longer fit her. They were just the right fit for Annie though, so she was more than happy to take them. She threw on the grey shirt, pulled up the trousers and didn’t bother to button them up. It was more comfortable this way, without the button on the crotch pressing against her tummy. Dressed in her clean spares, Annie huffed a sigh of relief and fell back into her chair. The “bottled bath” had left her butt and thighs feeling a tad rough but Annie didn’t mind; it was still preferable to an uncomfortable cushion of mess resting against her butt. She spun her chair around, faced her desk and reached down to the crate of soda she kept beside it. There were only two bottles left. She took one, popped it open and took a sip. She leant back again and looked over to the compartment. “P-Piper, I’m finished.” “Alright.” Piper replied. She climbed out of her chair and walked over to her bed to get changed. Annie almost choked on her soda as Piper, completely free of anything but her boots and knickers, strolled past. She spun her chair around, watching her comrade walk toward the footlocker at the rear of the compartment. Her boots squelched with every step, clearly soaked through with piss. Her plain white knickers too, were thoroughly drenched, sagging from her waist. They were stained yellow and clinging to her crotch, matching the outline of her womanhood. Piper didn’t care one bit; it wasn’t the first time she’d pissed herself. She stood before her footlocker and kicked it. The box creaked and the top popped open. She pulled off her boots and threw them aside. Her feet were glistening with fresh streaks of piss. The long, thin streaks of piss that ran down her legs were starting to dry by the heat of the gas lamp. She rummaged around in her footlocker, throwing aside an old canvas sack and another pair of boots. “Goddammit.” Piper cursed, pulling out a spare pair of white underwear. “What’s up?” Annie asked, struggling to hide the tremble in her voice. She stared at Piper’s backside, wide-eyed, making sure to savour every moment. Piper huffed, slammed the footlocker shut with her foot and sat down on top of it. “Those were my spares, weren’t they…” She pointed to her soiled fatigues thrown over the back of the driver’s seat. “My other shirt and trousers are soaked in oil. I’ve got nothing to wear.” Annie had completely forgotten about that, and now she’d remembered that it was her fault Piper had gotten drenched. “Oh, r-right.” She said nothing more for fear of reigniting the frustration in Piper. “Do you want to wear my spares?” She offered, already she was pulling her arms out of her shirt. “I don’t mind.” Piper shook her head, but smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” She stood back up and twirled the clean pair of knickers around her finger. Before Annie could say another word, Piper bent over, lifted her leg and put on her spare underwear. She grew still, cupping the glass of cola tighter. There was a lump in the back of her throat that kept her silent. She watched Piper pull her underwear up, almost salivating as her buttcheeks swallowed the cotton between them. The white cotton between her crack created a shapely divide between her cheeks. She pulled her thumbs out from the sides of them, letting the fabric slap against her thighs and jiggle her cheeks. There was that familiar tingle that left Annie shuddering. She straightened up and pressed the cold glass down against her crotch, shivering at the feeling. She couldn’t let Piper know that she was enjoying this. Peering lewdly at Piper was the one little pleasure that she would never share. Piper, paying no attention to Annie and her antics, strolled back to her seat and took her shirt off the back of it. “I didn’t piss on my shirt at least.” She brushed off a few specks, gave it a shake and slipped it on. “You’re just going to wear your shirt? Not even a pair of trousers?” Piper shrugged without a single shred of care. “It’s not like anybody else can see me. It’s just you.” She reached under her shirt and scratched beneath her breasts. Without a bra, her breasts jostled her shirt softly. “I’ll be fine like this for the night. It’s quite comfy actually.” Annie didn’t say anything, but her ladyhood certainly agreed with this choice of attire - Piper in nothing more than her knickers and a shirt. Annie’s lip quivered, she was close to drooling at the sight. For Piper, to be out of her wet clothes was a great feeling. She took a deep breath, stretching out her arms and letting her loose shirt hang from her shoulders. Eager to get behind the wheel, She pressed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. “Right, let’s not stick around, let’s get back on the road and out of this god awful forest.” Together, they started the ignition and again Piper took the wheel. Annie sat down between the small corridor that separated the driver’s seat from the compartment and made herself comfortable. From there, she had the finest view in the whole world - Piper’s butt, the wedge of white cotton splitting her cheeks and those long, slender legs. She took a sip of her soda and grinned. Maybe tonight was not so bad, after all. The End
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  6. This is a phenomenal find! Also, kudos for not posting the source or specific information about how to find it. It always makes me cringe how videos that were never intended for fetish people like us will get flooded with gross, cringe-inducing comments and that kind of thing.
    4 points
  7. 1,059 downloads

    Desperate schoolgirls wetting themselves I ripped this from VK.com about 3 months ago I forgot i had it. I dont know what jav this is from and i cant find any other parts of it. Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  8. Hi everyone, first time poster here. Today I took a nice long walk along a less traveled path while about 9/10 desperate. I didn't get very far before I started leaking. I was wearing black leggings so it would help hide the fact that it was wet, but I got a little nervous a few minutes later because somebody walked by me and I was afraid she would notice me or the drips on the sidewalk behind me. However, she was on the phone so I think she was too distracted to notice. I walked a bit further and let a lot out at once (about half the contents of my bladder), feeling it running down the backs of my legs and pooling in my shoes. I continued walking like that until my leggings were dry (my panties were still soaked, though 😉), but shortly before getting home I had filled my bladder enough to let another gush out. It felt amazing, and was a really exciting experience!
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  9. When Sosha’s latest eBay purchase results in Alisha peeing her pants, Alisha questions its safety in this sexy wetting video. Tired of Alisha always getting to the toilet first, resulting in embarrassing wetting accidents, Sosha has come up with an innovative revenge plot. She has ordered a device from the internet, a kind of ray-gun that causes one’s victim to suddenly become overwhelmingly desperate to pee. The effect is variable, but at its maximum setting, it promises to cause a full, uncontrollable, accident within just ten seconds. After showing off the device to our camera, Sosha creeps up on Alisha. Without warning, she fires the Bad Blaster Bladder Buster and the effect is instantaneous. Immediately Alisha jumps to her feet, grabbing at her crotch, about to burst. Only a moment earlier she didn’t need to pee at all, but now she is suddenly so desperate she can’t move for fear of wetting herself. Seconds later, it happens; She completely floods her pants as Sosha gleefully watches. Upon relieving herself in her jeans, Alisha reacts with confusion about what just happened. She doesn’t understand how she so quickly got so desperate to pee and had such a significant accident out of nowhere. It is then that Sosha reveals her gadget to Alisha. Alisha questions if such a thing is even possible, but Sosha points out that it obviously worked. Furstrated, Alisha goes off to change her pants, leaving Sosha to contemplate new uses for her new toy. vid_951.mp4
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  10. 1 week more and then we're done with our current school project! Rest of the spring is pretty much only personal studies so that makes everything so much less stressful. AND probably gonna have more time to focus on nice things such as gaming and writing and... doing omo stuff
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  11. Just figured to share an experience from a few weeks ago when my wife and I were coming home from having a couple drinks at a mutual friend's house. About 5 minutes into what was about a 20 minute drive home, my wife mentioned she needed to pee really bad as we were passing a gas station, so I obliged and stopped. As she went to the bathroom, I filled up the gas tank a tad. As she came out, I asked if she was wet and disappointing to me at the time, she said no. As we left the gas station, it was about another 15 minutes till home, then a mere 5 minutes into the drive, she announced she had to pee again. Another 5 minutes passed and she was starting to squirm, cross her legs, and bounce up and down, saying how bad it was getting. This continued and got even worse the last 5 minutes of the drive, with her cursing at every red light that stopped us. When we got home, she darted to the bathroom (as I followed) and sat down and immediately released a flood. I took the opportunity to look at and feel her panties, which they were completely soaked on the bottom. This all happened in a mere 15 minutes after stopping to pee at the gas station, getting completely desperate to the point of losing control in this short of time.
    2 points
  12. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e836eb53ec3d First omo video she's posted in a while
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  13. Exactly! Here at WesternWets, we know that time tends to freeze during humiliating moments like these and it's only expected for us to take advantage of that feeling to show you as many possible views and angles of what's happening. I'd say there's another 2 or 3 pages I can squeeze out of this incident, gimme a few days to draw them up and add the finishing touches that match their style to the cut scenes from gameplay. Glad everyone's enjoying this Sonia fan art and I appreciate all the wonderful feedback!
    2 points
  14. Thank you for the report, and sorry for the trouble! I confirmed the issue and this should be resolved now. Please let me know if it happens again.
    2 points
  15. Sonia's bladder decided it's time to pee...
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  16. princess2.png

    From the album: Jonesing for Omo

    2 points
  17. Well, I don't think you should just force others to unwillingly participate in your fetish(especially not total strangers), I could be wrong but I think this forum even has a rule against that, you should definitely read the site rules by the way if you haven't already. Besides at a time like this shouldn't you be staying away from public spaces and social distancing as much as possible. Maybe something more along the lines of holding at home could be a much safer way to indulge in your interests. I've also noticed you're new, let me be the first to welcome you to our community. Stay Safe.
    2 points
  18. Hello! I'm starting an art and commissions thread of my own, even though I'm more of a writer than an artist. I'll be dumping all of my omo-related drawings here since I don't like them enough to put them in their own threads, and I'll also be taking very cheap commissions! There's no slot limit right now as I don't expect these to be very popular, but I'll keep in touch if it's going to be more than a couple of days wait. Commission info: - Price as of 4/1/20 is $5 per character, full color and shade, simple or no background. PayPal only, so add about $0.50 for the fees. - Simple to moderate clothing, no full nudity but undergarments are fine. I will try my best with specific pose requests but I'm not the best at posing. - Character can be your own or from an existing media franchise, but must come with reference or detailed description if it's your own. Okay with male, female, or enby. - No furry, but catgirl style hybrids are okay as long as they're mostly human. No mecha. No real people without their explicit permission (including celebrities). No incest or pedo, sorry. For now no messing or diapers. Examples! These go in order from most to least recent:
    2 points
  19. It has been an exhausting day. I didn't sleep well last night. I missed my school classes but woke up for our group work. Everything has been so confusing. I drew/painted some pair of ballerina shoes for the 30-day drawing challenge we're having with friends. After that I just ended up lounging on the couch with my phone and daydreaming about holding and chilling with diapers. I went to the toilet, still floating in my fantasies and felt a silent growl from my tummy. I was hungry. I sighed and went to the kitchen to see if there was something to eat. I had a package of chili-sweet potato soap in the fridge so I decided to microwave it. I sprinkled some pumpkin seeds on top of the soup. As I was spooning the yellow soup towards my mouth, I finally made the decision to do an intentional hold. The thing was, I didn't want to do it with the clothes I was currently wearing. I was having a beige tank top and black, loose college pants. Underneath I had my pink pajama shorts with pictures of monsters or something. I wanted feel cute and this outfit wasn't helping at all. I was dirty and sweaty so I wanted to take a shower before I change into clean clothes. And my hair was tangled af, so I wanted to brush it before going to shower. I usually always have some kind of water glass lingering around my house. I was thirsty so I hunted that glass and found it from the living room. It was almost empty but I drank the water that was left in it and went outside for a cigarette. I was thinking having a cute dress and snapchatted with my best friend X. I told him what I was about to do. It's not his thing but I like how I'm able to be open about my interests without feeling weird. Well, it's kinda strange tbh because I usually never tell anyone irl about these things, but still tho. I was already starting to build up. I wasn't even surprised. X always likes to joke about how I'm an human straw; everything I drink, comes straight through and I need to use the toilet pretty damn often. After I came back in and took my jacket off, I felt like I was freezing. I grabbed my yellow hoodie and put it on. I got my spray conditioner and my two hair brushes. The other one is light pink tangle teezer and the other one is small, light purple and glittery My Little Pony brush. Before I started to brush my hair, I wanted to get more water and make some boiled water because I wanted some tea. I had my worn-out red, long hair on a loose ponytail so I opened it up and let my hair go wild. As I mentioned before, my hair was super tangled. I went through the hair with my fingers at first to solve the biggest tangles. The electric kettle was humming loud. I sprayed my hair with the conditioner, it's supposed to help with the tangles. Hisss hisss hissss hiss. The combination of the humming and hissing was making my bladder tingle a bit. Hisss hisss hissss hiss hiss. I sprayed all around my hair and took the tangle teezer and started brushing. Little by little I went through my hair. After brushing some time, the boiled water was ready. It was time to refill my water glass and get the tea. I took my black flower printed bowl-like tea mug and choose to drink wild berry infusion. It's soooo good. I headed back to the living room and continued brushing my hair. Hissss hisss hiss. I sprayed some more conditioner to my hair. I took a huuuuuge sip from my water and then changed the brush to the My Little Pony one. I really like that sound that the brush makes when going through my hair. It's so relaxing... My need to go was notable. I went to the bathroom half an hour ago and I was already at a point where I couldn't ignore my urge to pee. Nice, bladder, nice. I'm not going to pee, don't you even think about it. I'm talking to my bladder, what a nice level of insanity. After I was ready with my hair, I still hadn't even touched the tea. I don't like to use milk in it, so it was too hot drink straight away. Now it had cooled off so I took 15 minutes to chill and drink it. When I finished the tea, my bladder was begging to be released. I was afraid that I'm going to lose it before I even get dressed nicely. My excitement got a small hit but I didn't think that too much, all my focus was on my constantly growing desire to relieve myself. I decided to go for a smoke before I was going to the shower. I was walking around the yard with tiny and careful but fast steps, it was impossible to stand still. When I came back in, my mouth was dry so I had to drink. I was feeling some dampness in my undies. I wasn't leaking myself but I think some dribbles might have escaped. Idk. I took my clothes off and watched my naked reflection in the mirror. There was a small bulge in my stomach. The hot water running against my skin and pussy certainly didn't help me not to pee. And in a minute, I caught myself peeing. I washed myself and adored the cute soap bubbles on my skin. I came out and wrapped my hair in black towel and put my white, warm and puffy bathrobe on. I felt suuuuuper comfy. Then it was time to put that cute clothing on I had dreamed about all this time. At first I took pastel colored pull-up diaper. I felt happy. It felt so nice and comfy and puffy and everything. I was kinda happy that I lost it in the shower because now I had time to enjoy the diaper. On top of the diaper I put black and white striped pantyhose and a black, flowery, A-shaped miniskirt. And for a shirt, I chose orange, tight shirt that revealed my shoulders. That made me crave orange juice. Luckily there was some left in the fridge. My shiny and large unicorn mug with a straw was in a dish so I took a regular glass and headed to my pc. I started writing and got really drawn away from the reality until suddenly I became aware of my extremely full bladder. I hadn't even drunk that much, just the orange juice. I was chatting with another friend and he said that I should hold it until 1am. I was a bit horrified because I already really needed to pee, but then again, it was only 35 minutes. Shouldn't be too hard, right? I can do this. Needless to say, concentrating to the writing was nearly impossible. And I was so thirsty. I tried to take only small sips but my mouth kept getting dry. 15 minutes. I was struggling. My whole body was in tension and I couldn't focus on anything else than not peeing myself. 8 minutes. I peeked constantly the time from my phone and every minute felt like it was an eternity. The time was passing sooooooooo slooooooooowlyyyyyy. 5 minutes. I can do it. My bladder was aching a bit but I was going to make it. 2 minutes. I started counting the seconds. I couldn't stand still but I couldn't walk so I ended up spinning. 1 minute. I was so close and I was so relieved that I would make it that I almost failed at the border of succeeding. But I didn't. Instantly when I saw the clock was 1 am, the slow but intense spout began. I was standing a big smile on my face, enjoying the warmth spreading in my diaper. I was proud of myself and on an cloud 9.
    2 points
  20. 665 downloads

    This is a little series from PissJapanTV where girls shave there pussy and then pee right after Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
    Free
    2 points
  21. FMHT40

    Wow, we just got rickrolled
    2 points
  22. Female here. For me, I normally first feel a tickle or a tingle right around my urethra, like you said. It starts subtle and becomes a more and more annoying "itch" of sorts, as time goes on. The worse I have to pee the more intense it gets. Once it starts to get really urgent, I can feel waves hit my bladder, which makes that itch so intense it starts to feel painful. If my bladder gets really full, I can feel the tension in my abdomen. Sometimes it feels like sloshing around, and other times it could genuinely be confused for a menstrual cramp. Peeing itself actually feels like it's coming out of the vagina, since the two holes are so close together. The labia don't really get engorged unless I'm turned on. It's not really like a guy getting a pee boner, since we use different "equipment" for the two jobs. The clit isn't really close enough to the urethra to be stimulated by peeing or anything, at least not in my case, but that may vary from person to person. Clenching/doing a Kegel to stop going/hold it in uses some of the muscles that having an orgasm does, so sometimes that'll add to the feeling if I'm already aroused. Although, like I said, that's only if I'm already horny. I don't imagine it's the same for women who don't have an omorashi fetish, but I can only speak to my own experience. Sometimes I will suddenly have to pee after having an orgasm, though. But, I can tell you, having an orgasm caused by g-spot stimulation feels *exactly* like you're about to pee. Stimulating the g-spot is how you typically get someone to squirt, It's the strangest sensation at first, and some really common advice for women trying to learn to squirt is "Don't worry about feeling like you need to pee. Just let it happen. If you're that worried, put a towel down." Hope that helps!
    2 points
  23. Rabloort

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Raboot was out enjoying the nice weather with some training, when a rumbling in their tummy let 'em know nature was calling. Surely they could hold it, they thought. Training was important after all there wasn't time to get side-tracked like this! ...A little while later though, the growling in their tummy got worse, and before Raboot knew it, they were having a mushy accident entirely outta their control
    2 points
  24. So, this is my first story. Sorry it's kinda weird. Hope you enjoy it, regardless. "Sally, I can't believe you." Her father said disappointed. Sally had really done it now. In the middle of the night, she vandalized her fathers car, covering it with drawings of dicks with a pink spray can. "I had to go to work in a goddamn dick-mobile!" He shouted. "Why would you do this?" Sally said nothing, not wanting to speak or even look at her father. With Sally not saying anything to explain herself, her father left to calm himself down, only saying he'd have something to say at 5. Sally Went to her room. She wondered what he'd have her do as a punishment, but decided whatever it was, it was worth it to get at him. Sally was 17. She had long brown hair, and was wearing a green shirt and blue leggings. She and her father had been distant for a very long time. Ever since the divorce, she and her mother had come to hate him. However she always had to visit for the weekends. She hated it. The "dick mobile" as her father called it was one of her ways of revenge. After browsing and texting on her phone for a while, the time soon reached 5 o'clock. Her father called her down to the living room. "What do you want?" She asked. "I finally decided what to do." He replied. "Fine. What's my punishment?" "Well," He said. "You might not be getting punished." "Great, see ya!" She said as she went to walk back to her room. "Oh, Come on! Get back here. there's more to it." Sally sighed and walked back. "....What?" He handed her two bottles of water. "Drink these." "I'm not thirsty." She said. "DRINK THEM." He said sternly. Sally rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bottle, sat on the couch, and drank it (The bottle I mean, not the couch. You can't drink a couch.) She drank the bottle rather quickly just to get this over with. "Wow. What a punishment." She said sarcastically. "And the other one." her father said. "The other one?" she asked. "Why? What are you planning?" "DRINK THE OTHER ONE." He said, raising his voice. With a sigh, she grabbed and drank the other one. The whole time, wondering "What the hell?" When she finished drinking the second bottle, she felt a small twinge in her tummy, but thought nothing of it. She noticed her father had the camcorder. "What are you doing with that?" she asked. "Here's the deal!" he said. "I'm giving you a chance not to get punished. Soon, the water you drank will reach your bladder. If you can stay here in this room for the next hour and a half and not pee yourself, You won't be punished." Sally's eyes widened in shock and confusion at what her father just said. "........What the fuck!" "Language." He said "And you heard me. Hour and a half, don't pee yourself, and you won't be punished." "....." Sally was speechless. What the hell has he been smoking? she thought. "And if I do pee, what's the punishment?" "That's a secret." he replied in a terse manner. "Why do this?" She asked. "What made you even think of this in the first place?" Her father simply shrugged. "Seemed like a fun way to pass the time." Fun? Fun!? He thought this would be fun? On hearing this, Sally suddenly remembered something. One night, her mother mentioned something to her friends. "That weirdo is into women peeing themselves. Can you fucking believe that?" Is that what this is? She thought. He's really into that? But I'm his daughter. What the fuck! "What's to stop me from going to the bathroom right now?" She asked. "Nothing." he said. "I won't stop you, but if you do, your punishment will be worse than if you cooperate." "What even is the punishment? is it the camera?" "As I said, it's a secret. But I will be recording." So that's it. she thought. He's probably gonna film it and use it for something. Sally thought about just using the bathroom, but then she realized something. If she goes through with this and wins, she won't be punished, and that's another way she can get at him. This thought alone made her want to go through with this. After all, she's an adult. She's not gonna piss her pants like some baby. "Okay then." she said. "Alright." he said as he started the camcorder and started filming. Now here's the thing. There's not really much to say for the first 30 minutes. The water hadn't really reached her bladder, so she was just kinda sitting there. They had the TV on though. Ooh, TV, yay! Now, after the 40 minute mark was when she started to feel uncomfortable. Nothing too serious, but enough for her to notice it. After an hour, It was enough to make her want to hold herself. She was worried about doing that though as her father was looking at her and still filming. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle. 15 minutes later, that became a pipe dream. She crossed her legs and squeezed. Not too hard, though, as she still didn't want him to know. She looked at him to check and, unfortunately, he had a small grin. "Don't be shy." he said. "By all means, do whatever you need to do to win." Sally scoffed. Hearing that made her mad. Her father acting like this was just some game. It meant so much more to her. But he was right about one thing. She has to win. With that, she squeezed her legs together more just until the urge to pee died down a bit. An hour and 25 minutes in, She could hardly sit still anymore. She was constantly switching between squeezing her thighs, having her hands in her crotch, and crossing her legs. Her father laughed. "you're like a pretzel." He was saying it to get on her nerves. and the worst part was it was working. Sally kepts holding on until finally Ring ring ring ring! The timer finally went off, signalling that she had won. "YES!" she shouted as she got up, and raised her fists in victory. She quickly walked to the toilet. it was practically calling her name. "Sally. Sally. come pee in me. You know you want to." "Hang on!" Her father said, stopping her. Sally winced in pain before turning to face him. "What? I won." "Yes, you did. And congratulations." he said. "But how would you like to raise the stakes?" "Come on! You can't just change the rules!" "I'm not changing the rules. I'm just giving you something more to gain." Sally was getting really annoyed now. She wanted to pee, dammit! "What are you talking about?" "Another half hour. If you lose, you still get punished." He said. "But if you win, I get you a ticket to the concert to that band you like." "Fourty Hands?" She quickly asked. They were Sally's favorite band. She loved their music, and it just so happened that they were on tour, and would be in town next month. Hearing the name of that band made her father cringe "Yeah, those guys. I'll get you a ticket if you hold it for just a half hour more." Sally wanted that ticket, but she also wanted to pee. Like a lot. She really had to pee now. "Come on." He said. "When are you gonna have another chance to see them in person?" Sally bit her lip in thought. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. But could she hold it? She could. Could she? "Just a half hour, right?" She asked anxiously. He nodded "30 minutes. Well 29 now. The timer's going." 29 minutes. Sally's bladder felt so full, and the muscles in her crotch felt like a castle gate being attack by a battering ram. But 29 minutes ".......nnnnnng Okay!" She finally said as she went back to the couch. As she sat down, her bladder felt like it wanted to cry. ten more minutes passed. Sally was taking deep breathes through her teeth. She had her hands in her crotch and legs crossed too. She wasn't concerned about how she looked to her father or the camera anymore. She needed to pee REALLY BADLY. She knew it, he knew it, maybe the whole world knew it, she didn't care. She wanted to win this. If her bladder could talk, it would say nothing but profanity aimed directly at Sally for this torture. She couldn't sit still anymore. Sally stood up and started doing a little dance, lifting her legs up and down, left and right, Kinda like she was on a Dance Dance Revolution pad. "Want me play some music?" Her father asked. "SHUT UP!!" She shouted in desperation, making him laugh. Sally hated that laugh. She hated him. She's torturing herself for his amusement, and he's fucking laughing. She wanted to think about how sweet it'll be to finally win this, but that made holding it worse. Thinking about winning made her think about peeing. Peeing? Oh, how she wanted to pee. She wished she could just run to the toilet, rip her leggings down and pee until the cows came home. Oh, how good it would be. Practically orgasmic, she thought. "SHIT!" she shouted as a little leaked out into her panties. Fortunately, she was able to stop it. But man, that was close. One hour and fifty five minutes. Just five more minutes, and she'd win. She could get that ticket to the band she loved, and she'd get to pee in the toilet she lo.....well, I mean, she doesn't love the toilet, that be weird, but she couldn't wait to see it again. Two more minutes pass. Three minutes until sweet victory. Sally was not in great condition. She was sweating, exhausted, and in so much pain. But soon it would be over. Soon, she could finally relax. Just three more minutes. She could do this. She can win! SHE CAN- What's that noise. Sally suddenly heard the familiar sound of peeing. It wasn't her. What's going on. She looked to her father, who was playing noises on his phone. Noises of people peeing. "Stop that!" She demanded. Hearing those clips of other people peeing made her urge to pee even worse. If he kept playing those.... oh god. "STOP IT!" She yelled as she grabbed her crotch and held on for dear life "...PLEASE!! STOP!!!" But he didn't. He just played more and more peeing clips, and made them louder. "Ahh.....Ahhh..." She tried so hard to keep it in. She tried everything she could to hold it. She did everything right. And it wasn't enough. "NO! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" It started as a dribble. Then a spurt. Then the inevitable. Sally started to pee her pants. She tried her best to hold it in, but all that did at this point was getting pee on her hands. At this point, there was nothing more she could do except let it happen. It gushed out like a hose after fixing the kink, soaking her panties, her pants, her socks, and finally, the tiled floor. It probably felt great, like she thought earlier, but if you asked her for details, she wouldn't know. All she could think at that moment was how she lost, and that she was pissing herself in front of her father. Eventually, she was finally empty. even thought it was only a minute, it felt like an eternity to her. She looked up at her father, who was just beaming with a great big small. "Oh, what do you know. You lost!" he said like a total dick. "Oh, fuck you!" Sally finally said. "Hey. Don't talk like that." "NO! FUCK YOU!" She shouted. "ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?! YOU SICK FUCK!!" Her father's eyes widened. "...Wait, what?" "Mom told me everything." Sally revealed. "She told me this is your sick fetish. You bastard! I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!" He gasped. "...No ....Sally, no. That's not-" "FUCK OFF! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear whatever sick thing you plan on doing with that footage either. I don't-" Sally was suddenly interrupted by her father hugging her. Sally was ready to knock his goddamn head off, but this was different. This wasn't the hug of some sick creep. Out of nowhere, this was her father. "Not you." he said. "Never you. That wasn't- this wasn't..... That's not what this was." "Then what the hell was it?" "Sally, You drew dicks on my car. I had to go to work, and had to explain to everyone who asked that my daughter drew dicks on my car. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be humiliated by family?" "I DO NOW!" She shouted. "Exactly!" he said, backing out from the hug, placing his hands on her shoulders, and looking at her in the eye. "I needed you to understand. Doing things like this and embarrassing others, that's not okay." "Wait." Sally said suddenly realizing something. "Me peeing myself... was the punishment." "BINGO!" He shouted, raising his hands to the sky. "If I just sent you to your room or made you do chores, would you have learned anything?" Sally was stunned by his logic. "......No. I guess I wouldn't have." She admitted. "But did you have to do this?" "It was the only thing I could think of." He said. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry." This was her father? She thought her father was some sick creepy asshole. Her mother said so many awful things about him to her. "When Mom told me you were into this, I thought you were-" "I know." He said, stopping her from finishing that sentence. ".....I know." Her father seemed very sad at the mention of his ex wife. "....Your mother ......I don't know what happened to her. She and I were so in love, but one day, she slowly began to change." He claimed. "You noticed it too, haven't you?" "Yeah." Sally never wanted to admit it, but she had noticed. Her mother used to be a loving lady, but years ago, she changed. This whole time, Sally blamed her father, but it wasn't his fault at all. All this time, he was still a kind, caring person, and her mother treated him like dirt. And now. so did Sally. Sally felt awful now for how she had been treating him all this time. "Anyway, here. Take a look." Her father handed her the camera. "....Wait a minute." She said. The moment she grabbed the camera how cool it felt. "Are you serious!?" "I never turned it on." He revealed. "That was just to mess with you. Sorry about that. Also this." he said as he grabbed a small box from the shelf and handed it to her. Sally opened it, and inside was a ticket. A ticket to see 40 Hands. "I bought it for you two days ago. I wanted to surprise you." Sally couldn't believe it. She was speechless. "....I ....You.......I'm surprised!" The two of them started to laugh. ordinarily, that should've cause just a small chuckle, but after everything that just happened, they needed a laugh. The both of them laughed pretty hard, but Sally slowly went from laughing to crying. "I'm so sorry!" She said with tears in her eyes. "This whole time, I blamed you for everything. I treated you horribly. I.... I... I" Her father hugged her again. "I'm sorry too." They hugged for a long time. Once the emotions started to calm down a little, Sally went to shower. Her father cleaned up the mess. She offered to clean it, but he said it was fine, and he'd clean her clothes in the laundry too. As Sally washed herself off in the shower, she realized everything was different now. The parent she hated was loving, the parent she loved was kind of a bitch. Everything felt upside down now. But there was one thought that kind of made her laugh. for some weird reason, some strange miracle. Her peeing herself brought her and her father closer together.
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  25. Trying to get back to the world of holding! Aletta Jayne is in trouble! Her husband installed a toilet security system to ensure that she sticks to her training schedule. Even the slightest of leaks bring in most difficult punishments...
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  26. This is my first post, so hi everybody ^ ^ I enjoy whenever I stumble upon an omorashi scene in a book, but books with pee scenes don't just have a label on them, and are hard to find that way, so I've come up with a list of books with omorashi scenes for whoever's interested. Belly Up by Stuart Gibbs I believe the scene is on page 54, and can be found in the google books preview if you search for the words bladder or bathroom. The main character is spying on something and has to hide for hours with a full bladder. Well-described desperation for about a page. The Green Mile by Stephen King Lots of Stephen King books have desperation and wetting, so you find a lot going on Google books and searching for omorashi words in the books. In the Green Mile, there are several omorashi scenes across multiple pages: https://books.google.com/books/about/The_Green_Mile.html?id=HHDPyltF1J4C&printsec=frontcover&source=kp_read_button&ppis=_c#v=onepage&q=piss&f=false The Outsider by Stephen King There are multiple short instances of female omorashi throughout this book.
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    I came across this woman, Natalie Hodson. She apparently is a health/fitness blogger who also advocates and assists with women post child birth with bladder and leaking issues. She is also one of the three people on the Youtube workout channel DollarWorkoutClub. During one of the episodes, she began to leak while doing the ab exercises. She has the aftermath posted on her Vimeo titled "Peeing Pants FULL". I was curious as to how and when during the workout it happened, so I found the episode. After scrubbing through the 20 minute workout, it looks like the leaking started almost right away and kept getting worse as it progressed. She never stopped exercising, and just continued to the end while slowly wetting her shorts!
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  28. Long Line

    From the album: Pogbernard's Image Gallery

    Something tells me the line must be rigged or something.
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    In these clips a woman needing to pee enters the bathroom she then sits down and starts peeing. As soon as she starts peeing she stops herself cutting the flow off and moans getting pleasure from the feeling. She continues the process of starting and stopping until either she can no longer stop or her bladder is empty. These three clips originally came from EE-295 ( I already uploaded it) they were the only 3 scenes like this and I thought they deserved there own little spotlight. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  30. Intentionally causing women to wet themselves for my own sexual gratification does not sound "promising" in the slightest.
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  31. I have to pee a lot, so whenever I have more than 1 cup of coffee or tea, im going like crazy. Sometimes it gets annoying to have to head to the toilet over and over, so I just hold it until it gets uncomfortable. If I need to do laundry i'll either purposely let go in my pants or if I am in the mood for an intense hold I just hold it all in till I burst
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  32. 2 lovely chapters, filled with intriguing world building and interesting characters. Another fine piece of work, not that I expected anything less, your brilliant stories always reflect the high degrees of effort, time and care poured into them. I can't wait to read more of your amazing work. Thank you for the incredible read, it was a lovely way to spend my night.
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  33. My best pee is one I've talked about many times on this forum, but I guess I could stand to tell the story again. It happened my sophomore year of high school. We took a trip to the National Zoo in Washington, DC, which is about a 2.5-hour drive from my school. I get up earlier than normal that morning and pee. Because I got up so early, I drink a cup of coffee. Then it's time to go to my school, which is a 30-minute car ride (I'm not driving, as I don't have my license yet). Once at the school, we board the buses and set off. On the bus, I eat an early lunch so I don't have to buy overpriced food while at the zoo. We arrive and spend about 7 hours there. By the time we're done at the zoo, I kind of need to pee, but I despise public bathrooms so decide to try to hold it. I get back on the bus, and we leave to go back to school. Do I stop drinking to improve my ability to hold? Nope! I drink another bottle of water. An hour in, that ends up being a huge mistake. Now I really need to pee. The bus has a bathroom, but I have never used one of those things and don't want to lose my ability to say that. So what do I do? Keep holding, of course! It takes everything I have to not fidget and to otherwise keep my composure, but somehow I manage to for the remaining hour and a half. Finally, we're back at the school, and I'm thinking I may finally be able to pee. Unfortunately, they don't unlock the building for anyone to use the bathroom. I don't want to ask my dad to stop because I just want to get home, so I once again keep holding. It's only a half-hour more. The car ride home was a little worse than the bus because the car had seat belts, but it still wasn't anything I couldn't manage. When we get home, I immediately head to the bathroom. My bladder is so tight against my jeans that I have trouble unbuttoning them, but I manage to do so without leaking. I raise the toilet seat and pull my dick out, but I don't start peeing just yet. I want to time how long it takes me to let this 13-hour bladder send all that pee into the outside world. I take my iPod out, open the clock app, and start the stopwatch as I start peeing. A minute and 20 seconds later, the stream dies down, and I stop the stopwatch. That is the longest, most satisfying pee I've ever had. I'm really glad I couldn't find my belt that morning. If I had found it and had been wearing it, I'm not sure I would have made it there at the end.
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  34. For me, I feel it mostly somewhere around my clit. This might be just an individual thing but it feels similar to being aroused but not quite. I remember one time I asked about this from my friends and they said it feels nothing like that. It's some kind of mix of pressure and tingling in my genitals. The more I need to pee, the more intense that feeling grows. At some point I start to feel pressure at my tummy. If it starts to hurt, the pain is sharp and stingy.
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  35. I'm having a hard time thinking how to describe what I feel about this. Like, I know it in my head but I have no idea how to say it verbally. I'm going to try anyway. If I think about it from a sexual point of view, it's not turn on to me but not turn off either. It's pretty neutral to me. And neither do I have any thoughts about liking them both. I don't find it that strange to like so different things that these two are. It's totally fine. However, there is this some kind of variance or something (?) between guns and diapers. Like the gun expresses power and control and the diaper is quite opposite to that, expressing weakness or fragility and something uncontrolled. And mixing these two things in the same picture is the reason I'm having some kind off odd and mixed feelings. 🤷‍♀️
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  36. I got advised on these. So I bought some similar ones. They work well. The pee floods through them rather than spreading like crazy. But they dry very quickly as well! https://www.exofficio.com/mens-give-n-go-20-sport-mesh-9-boxer-brief/1241-6719.html?dwvar_1241-6719_color=9116&dwvar_1241-6719_size=000093S&cgid=mens_underwear_boxerbriefs#start=1 Have a look at the close up photo of the fabric.
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  37. Google results are highly individualized based on what Google "thinks" you want to see, personally. Based all kinds of things, like your individual browsing history, the things you've googled before, the past search results you've clicked before, and even things like the country/region you're connecting to the internet from (which it uses even while trying to browse anonymously). Even if you're not signed in it's still trying to track much of this in the background. Hence why you not seeing things anymore doesn't mean they've "fallen off" for everyone else. Although! If you do want to see results for this site again, I would suggest adding "site:omorashi.org" to the end of your search terms (example below, just so syntax/spacing is clear). This causes google to *only* return search results for the site you specified (this site, in the example). It's very helpful! I use it often when I know I just want stories and things shared here. (and it's especially helpful when I'm trying to refind something I vaguely remember seeing before) (Also, just to add to the reporting: it's the fourth result for myself, currently)
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  38. Ohh, that looks amazing 🙂
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    It's been a good while, I know, but here is my third take on Getting Over It! As with the previous videos, the punishments are dependent on how big of a fall I took, and if I (for some reason), made it to the end of the game, I'd be allowed to use the bathroom. Since it's been a while, it also takes me a while to get used to the game again... this can only spell disaster, right? But maybe, just maybe, I'm able to pick things back up enough, like riding a bicycle: you never really forget it! But until I get to the end... legs crossed! Credit where it's due, starting from top left and going clockwise: Miri-kun's Milk Tea! Buy the doujin in https://mirihtmr.itch.io/milktea (translation available with it!) and support miri here https://www.patreon.com/miricomics Ralsei - Wakko pic - this one I don't know. I could never track a source for it. Currently it only exists hosted in rule34.paheal Not the same pic but same artist - https://twitter.com/brown_tail/status/838067004204437504 And, last one is from my buddy Jarvis!
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  40. Thanks, really enjoyed the story so far. Unfortunately with all the news around, I can't but notice how irresponsible such behavior would be if there was a corona outbreak 😛 I mean they are hardly pracricing social distancing. lets just hope Pisuria won't get this virus.
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  41. Thnks for sharing hun. Also, I now have so many images of hardcore hunters wearing Princess Rearz under their cammo... I love it! Someone write that story!
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  42. Oh I do, I love this content (also, and apologies for objectifying you) hot bod! This girl will be thinking about this while she engages in a little but of social distancing pleasure 😉
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  43. “Sophie…” Chase protests, rather weakly. “It’s not, oh, a good idea to do this here.” His words are broken up by short little gasps and pants, each one more embarrassing than the last. “What, did you change your mind?” Sophie questions, one eyebrow raised. “Will you be okay to finish the rest of the check-up after all?” “N… No,” Chase admits, shaking his head slightly. “Just… Ah, don’t make it obvious, o-okay?” “Make what obvious?” Sophie replies with a wink. Her response is good enough for Chase, despite the fact that she hadn’t actually promised anything. He hobbles to the door with his hands between his legs, shifting his hips forward and backwards, then left and right, but when he turns to ask her to grab the door, he finds her to be stood in the same spot he’d left her in. “Well, I can’t go out there in this flimsy gown,” she explains coyly, one hand toying with the edge of her mint green hospital gown. “You’ll have to wait for me to change back into my clothes.” “No,” Chase moans in duress, his cry accompanied by another leak that trails almost down to his mid thigh. Slowly but surely, he’s losing control, and he needs to get to a bathroom now. Well, now might even be too late at this point. He wants to be there five minutes ago--no, an hour ago, but now is the closest he’ll ever be able to get to that. Sophie stops, drops her shirt back onto the counter where she’d gone to pick it up. “What was that?” she asks, her voice even and carefully neutral, but Chase knows that that’s far from the case. This is the voice she uses when he disobeys her, and is soon to get into big trouble if he doesn’t do what she says. No matter how absolutely bursting he is right now, he knows he won’t be able to get away with leaving without her, and she’ll refuse to go with him until he’s fully dressed. “Please, please hurry, Sophie, please,” he begs, but still Sophie refuses to pick her shirt back up. She eyes him up and down for a second, taking in his pathetic, hunched-over form before focusing on his face, contorted with need. “Well, aren’t you going to give me some privacy?” she asks, tilting her head in the direction of the door. Chase follows her movements, eyes widening in horror when he realizes what she means. He opens his mouth to argue, but she gives him a stern look out of the corner of her eye, and his words die in his throat. “I’ll only be a minute!” she calls after him as he slowly hobbles out into the hallway, hoping and praying that none of his coworkers are there to see him like this. As much as he wants to remain the ever professional figure they’ve come to know, there’s no way he’ll be able to straighten up and compose himself in this state. It’s physically impossible for him to behave normally without wetting himself uncontrollably in front of everyone. The hallway is blessedly empty, he notes as he leans against the opposing wall once again, hands still wrapped around his dick and squeezing with no mercy. His stomach aches, he’s practically dripping with sweat, and his whole body is shaking ever so slightly, little tremors running down his arms and legs and making it impossible for him to stand still. He takes a few short breaths in and out, hoping to calm his body down and steady his pounding heart, but his shallow breathing only serves to make him more agitated. He groans in frustration, pushing himself off of the wall and hopping in a little circle, eyes squeezed shut against his better judgement. It’s fine, he tells himself. You’re fine! All you have to do is wait for Sophie to finish changing, and then you can go to the bathroom. And then you can let out all that coffee and water you had to drink earlier, and you’ll finally be empty and comfortable again… “Ngh… Oh- Ohhh…” he breathes shakily, running his lip between his teeth and bobbing up and down on the spot. He swears this is the worst he’s had to go in his whole memory of his life. Even when he’d been asked to hold at home, he doesn’t think he’d ever actually gotten as desperate as he is now, maybe because the threat of wetting himself hadn’t had as big consequences as it does now. After a seemingly endless amount of time which he fills with jumping about and moaning under his breath, the door clicks open and Sophie emerges. Finally! Chase sighs internally, not daring to speak it out loud. Just a few more minutes, and then you’ll get relief. “Ready to go?” Sophie asks with a smirk. “Ah, I’m ready,” Chase chokes out breathily, and the two of them start the slow, perilous journey to the other end of the hall. The bathroom is only a couple of yards away from the check-up room they’d been occupying, thank god (he doesn’t know what he’d do if they had to walk any further than that) but with his limited physical ability, it takes them almost twice as long to get there as it would normally. Luckily for them, it’s a single-stalled bathroom with a door that locks from the inside, and doubly lucky, there’s nobody already inside. Sophie shows him a small kindness by reaching out and opening the door for him, allowing him to hobble inside before her. As soon as she turns the lights on, the sight of the toilet proves to be just enough to send him over the edge of desperation. “Oh, oh, oh!” Chase gasps, pressing down harder with both of his hands as his need overpowers him. He hops from foot to foot wildly, thrusting his groin forward into his hands to try and get more pressure on his penis, unable to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the toilet a few feet away from him. Sophie enters the room as he’s dancing about, shutting the door and locking it behind her with a soft click. “You brought me to a bathroom, doctor?” she remarks as Chase rips one hand away from his crotch to tear at his fly. He’s seconds away from both relief and disaster, and his need is overpowering and overwhelming and all too much for him to handle. “What could you possibly need to do in here?” To his horror, she moves swiftly to sit down on the closed toilet, resting her hands in between her knees on the edge of the lid in a gesture that clearly states that his relief will be denied for longer yet. “So- Sophie, please move,” Chase cries, at last getting his button undone and pulling his zipper down with trembling hands as he speaks. “I can’t- I can’t hold it any longer, Sophie, you have to move!” The lessened pressure from his waistband is a small comfort, but as he reaches into his pants and pulls his dick out, the cool air of the bathroom eliminates that comfort entirely. He keens, high-pitched and whiny, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and squeezing for dear life as his legs press against each other from shin to thigh. “What do you mean?” Sophie asks quizzically. “You’re not making any sense, you know.” “Ah, A-Aah!” Chase gasps, twisting his left leg around frantically. “P-Please, please can I go? I really need to go, Sophie, please let me go now!” “Let you go?” Sophie repeats innocently, eyes wide as she stares up at him from the toilet. “Go where, doctor? What do you mean?” “Sophie,” Chase whimpers pathetically. “L-Let me use the restroom, please…” “You want to use the restroom? Sorry, doctor, you’ll need to do better than that to convince me…” “I need to pee!” Chase blurts, frantic as his other hand joins his first at the base of his cock to get his urge under control. His bladder throbs in time with his movements, and another short spurt of urine escapes him, widening the wet spot that has formed on his underwear. “I really, really need to pee! P-Please, Sophie, ah, let me use the toilet, please.” “You need to pee?” Sophie echoes, eyes wide. “Is it that bad? Why didn’t you just say so before?” “It’s really bad,” Chase admits, his whole face flushing scarlet from embarrassment and exertion. “So can I go? I feel like I’m going to explode!” “I don’t know…” Sophie feigns disinterest, looking down at the toilet consideringly. “It can’t really be that bad, if you didn’t speak up about it until now, right?” “Sophie,” Chase begs, his eyes watering. “My bladder is so full and heavy… I’m serious, I can’t hold it!” “Now that you mention it,” Sophie murmurs, and to his delight, begins to stand up, leaving the toilet free and empty. He could cry from both the relief of knowing he’ll be able to pee soon, and the horror of knowing he doesn’t have permission quite yet. Still, it doesn’t stop a string of words from flowing from his lips, almost without his understanding of them. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” he babbles, incomprehensible, hands still buried deep in his groin. “Thank you so much, I really couldn’t hold it for another second!” “Oh, I’m not letting you go just yet,” Sophie says matter-of-factly, a smirk on her face. “I was just thinking… I had a lot of tea after I got off of work, and you know, you dancing around like that reminds me that I kind of need to go.” Realization dawns on Chase as Sophie begins to unbutton her pants, sliding her jeans and underwear down her legs and flipping the lid of the toilet seat up. “W-Wait,” he protests weakly as she sits down, eyes widening in fear. “Please, don’t do this, oh my god, Sophie, I won’t be able to hold it if you-!!” But it’s too late. Before he can utter another word, a thick stream of piss escapes Sophie’s urethra and splatters against the water in the toilet bowl. The sound echoes throughout the whole room, bouncing off of each wall and heading straight for Chase’s ears, and it’s much too much for his poor bladder to take. With a cry, he doubles over, rotating his hips wildly and squeezing his crossed legs tight against one another, doing everything he can not to wet himself on the spot. He swears he’s never been this desperate to pee--no, this desperate for anything--in his entire life. Each second of listening to Sophie pee beside him feels like a year of torture in the worst way possible, teasing his poor bladder with the false signal that it’s okay to let go. He holds his breath and dances around wildly, grinding into his palm in the hopes that it will offer any sort of relief at all and receiving minimal gain for his effort. The trickle of urine might as well have been a waterfall for all the effect that it has on him, and he cries out in pain once again as his bladder contracts sharply at the mental image. “Ah, oh god, ahh!” he sobs, wrecked, bending practically in half and stomping his feet on the ground rapidly. He’s not even sure how he’s managing to hold on any more, with the unbearable need that he’s been feeling for the past who-knows-how-long. It feels like all of the water and coffee he’d drank earlier has doubled inside his body and is now begging to escape all at the same time, and he can’t stand it. Another leak escapes him, longer this time, wetting the front of his underwear and dripping down onto his thigh, just barely. He doesn’t think he’s ever undergone this special type of torture, even when they would do holds at home. Usually Sophie isn’t so cruel, although she’s been getting more adventurous since they’d first started out. She might come up from behind him and press on his bladder lightly, or make him drink more water like she had back at the doctor’s office, but she’s never brought him into a restroom only to deny him relief for even longer before. Through the fog of pain and desperation, he finds that he admires her tenacity for it. Still, it doesn’t help the fact that he feels like an overfilled water balloon, ready to pop at a moment’s notice. The wet patch on the front of his underwear keeps brushing against his cock, reminding him of how good it would feel to let go in full, finally give himself over to the relief he so desperately craves. He wants to so badly, but he can’t, not here in his work space, and not with Sophie still expecting him to hold for her. He needs to wait, he needs to wait, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to at this point in time. “That feels so much better,” Sophie sighs as her stream tapers off, making no move to get off of the toilet. “I just hate having to go like that. All that pressure is so uncomfortable to have inside you, wouldn’t you say?” “I-” Chase pants, his whole face entirely red and covered in beads of sweat. “I need- I need to…” “Oh? You still need something, doctor?” she giggles, the mischievous glint from before back in her eyes. “Something that will make you feel good, maybe?” “Yes!” Sophie’s smile widens as she leans forward, extending a hand to lift his shirt up from the hem and letting her fingers brush gently over his abdomen, which is slightly distended from his bladder. Her nails smooth over his stomach and he shudders, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Don’t worry, Chase,” she cooes, eyelids drooping softly over her eyes. “I’ll make you feel much better.” Before he can ask what she means, her hand moves to sweep across his hip, and then suddenly drops down to touch his dick. Chase sucks in a breath and holds it in his lungs as his cock twitches in interest, something about the factor of risk from before making him excited even through the ache of his bladder. Are they really doing this here, and now? When he’s absolutely dying to pee, and in the middle of his workplace? What would his fellow doctors and nurses say if they found out? Aside from the fact that they could get caught at any moment, there’s still the issue of him needing to pee even worse than before. He’s not so sure a handjob is a good idea right now, especially if she makes him finish. He can’t afford to relax his body for a single second, or else his long, painful fight will all have been for nothing. Even now, with her palm against the underside of his cock, he can feel a leak coming on and has to put all of his strength into stopping it. If he leaks any more, he’s sure he won’t be able to stop, and it’ll all be over for him. “Doesn’t that feel good?” Sophie asks softly, sweetly, wrapping her hand around the base just above where his rest, and slowly dragging it upwards against the pull of his briefs. Chase whimpers, a single tear sliding down his cheek as the pain and the pleasure fight against each other. He hadn’t thought he’d be able to get hard in such a state, and yet he can feel himself starting to stiffen. “Y-Yeah,” he pants, eyes unfocusing as she continues to stroke him to full hardness. At least he isn’t able to accidentally let go in this state, he thinks, but he can still feel his bladder aching and begging for the relief that it sees right in front of it. Thank god Sophie hadn’t decided to turn on the sink or flush the toilet in front of him. All that moving water… He’s pretty sure he’d explode on the spot. In one fluid motion, Sophie bats his hands away from his crotch and pulls his briefs down to his knees, exposing his cock to the cold air of the bathroom. Chase cries out, bending forward and grabbing at the head of his penis with one hand, holding onto Sophie’s shoulder with the other as he twists one leg around the other one. “No, no, no,” he gasps, but Sophie’s hand is already back on him, stroking him up and down with feather-light touches before taking him fully in hand and beginning to pump her fist up and down more rapidly. It feels--well, he can’t deny that it feels good, being touched while he’s so sensitive to the world around him. His full, bulging bladder sits heavy between his hips, making each nerve ending feel so much more intensely than usual, and the sensation of his girlfriend’s hand on him while he’s so needy and desperate feels almost as good as sex itself. He lets out a high, strangled moan as Sophie twists her wrist on the upstroke, his dick throbbing for an entirely different reason now. “You look so good like this,” Sophie murmurs softly, her thumb brushing over the tip of his penis. “Squirming around and whining like a kid. How bad do you have to go, doctor?” “R-Really bad,” Chase admits, his whole face on fire. “I’ve been holding it since, ohh, since I, ah, came to work this morning…” “And how much did you drink since then?” Sophie asks, then bends down to blow cool air against the head of his cock. Chase moans again, desperate for more than just relief now, and bucks his hips forward into Sophie’s hand. Obligingly, she squeezes harder around the base of his cock, giving him a very temporary break from the full, bursting sensation he’s undergone for the better part of the afternoon. “Three coffees,” he gasps, shifting his hips around in a circle as Sophie continues to stroke him. He’s painfully hard now, aching to come just as much as he wants to pee, and he shudders helplessly as Sophie traces a vein in the side of his dick with the edge of her nail. “A f-few cups of water… Maybe five or six…” “And you’re still holding all of that in for me, aren’t you?” Sophie asks, increasing the pressure from her hand once again. “You must be absolutely bursting to go. You poor thing… How much longer do you think you can hold it?” “God, I don’t know,” Chase sobs pathetically. “I have to go so, so bad. I-I’ve never needed to go this bad before. It feels like I’m as f-full as I can get!” “But you’ve still got that water from before filtering through your system,” Sophie reminds him with a quick, steady pump of her fist. Chase bucks up into her hand yet again, needing the friction of her palm against him more than anything. “What do you think will happen when it gets to your poor, overstretched bladder? Will you wet yourself on the spot? Or are you gonna keep holding for me?” “Can’t… Hold it,” Chase huffs, and suddenly a long, hot spurt of piss jets out of the tip of his cock and onto Sophie’s wrist. Oh, god, he thinks in a panic, I’m going to lose it right now if I don’t do something! “Sophie!” he cries, arms darting down to grip himself once again. “I-I need to go right now! I’m going to wet myself!” “Oh?” Sophie hums, eyeing his crotch with interest as another few drops escape his cock and drip down his left thigh. “But don’t you want to come? If you pee now, I’m not going to let you get hard again, you know.” “But… I need…” Chase trails off despairingly, unsure of what he was going to say. I need to piss? I need to come? He’s so achingly, painfully hard, and yet he knows he won’t be able to last another five--no, three minutes in the state he’s in. It’s a small miracle that he hasn’t already given up and wet himself completely. “You have to choose, Chase,” Sophie tells him sternly. “You can come first, and then pee, or you can pee and not come. What’ll it be?” “I… ahh… I want to c-come,” Chase grits out, his hands scrabbling at his thighs to keep them away from his crotch. “Let me come, and then let me pee, please, oh god!” “If that’s what you want,” Sophie agrees, resuming her ministrations. She bends down again, this time to blow a warm breath against his head, and Chase whimpers at the sensation. Pressing a simple kiss to his tip, she thumbs over his slit once again before dragging her hand tantalizingly slowly down his length. All of a sudden, she begins to rapidly pump her hand up and down, squeezing down hard occasionally and twisting her wrist this way and that to give him as much friction as possible. Chase cries out, loud enough for probably the whole office to hear, as his mind is overcome with sensations. It’s all too much, the throbbing ache of his full bladder combined with the hand dragging up and down his penis, and he’s not sure he can handle it without passing out. It feels like he’s standing at the edge of a cliff with one foot dangling over the side, ready to be tipped over with the slightest push from behind. Maybe he’s not at the edge of a cliff. Maybe he’s at the top of a waterfall, ready to fall into its cool path and be surrounded with splashing, splattering water on all sides. He can imagine the feeling now, of being completely relaxed and at ease, with the sound of roaring water echoing in his ears… “Good boy,” Sophie praises him as he keens again, thrusting his hips forward into her hand. Her other hand travels under his shirt, brushing lightly against his side before moving upwards, first to his broad chest, then to his left nipple, which she begins to roll between her index finger and thumb. Her hands on his skin feel a thousand times better than they normally do--it feels like he’s being touched everywhere, all over, and he suddenly wishes that they’d tried this out sooner. (Maybe not in his place of work, obviously, but having sort-of sex while he’s holding on for her. It really is an experience unlike any other.) “Please, please,” he begs, more tears streaming down his face to join the first, almost dried one. “I need it, Sophie, please, god, let me…!” “You can come now, Chase,” Sophie tells him knowingly, and that’s all it takes for him to finish, shooting white ribbons of come into her waiting palm as his whole body is rocked violently. He’s overcome with the most intense pleasure he’s ever felt before as he comes, his nerves completely fried and on fire at the same time, his mind going blank as he short-circuits from the pleasure. We really should have done this before, is the first thing he thinks as he comes back to himself. The second thing he thinks is, holy fuck, oh my god, I need to pee right now! “Ah- ah, ah, Sophie!” he gasps, his hands flying to his groin to squeeze for dear life. “Sophie, Sophie,” he sobs, “please move. I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it anymore! I’m going to wet myself!” He’s being too loud, he knows he’s being too loud, but he can’t even bring himself to care anymore. The only thing he cares about is getting permission to pee and finally, after hours and hours and hours, being able to go and feel empty once again. He might actually black out from his frantic desperation at this point. Jolts of pain shoot every which way from his bladder, and to his horror, another slow, trickling leak is beginning to escape him. Who is he kidding. At this point, it’s not a leak, but a rather tiny stream, consistently dripping down into his saturated underwear and then onto the floor beneath him. “Sophie, I’m going, please can I use the toilet?!” he begs, unable to help himself. “I need to go, I need to go right now, I’m already wetting myself!” Sophie sighs, but there’s a small smile on her face, which he blearily registers through his haze of need. “Alright,” she relents, slowly standing and moving away from the open toilet. “Go ahead.” With a gasp of need, Chase grabs at his cock and aims at the toilet bowl, even as his stream is already picking up. As soon as it hits the water, a loud, thunderous splashing sound fills the entire room, twice as powerful as Sophie’s stream from earlier. He lets out a long, lewd moan as his legs shake beneath him, tipping his head back and breathing heavily as he finally, after all this time, lets go in full. The relief is nothing short of orgasmic, rivaling the pleasure he’d felt seconds ago when he’d climaxed into Sophie’s hand. It takes a few seconds of him peeing full-force to get any sense of relief at all, which really says something about how full he’d been, but once he starts to feel it, he swears he’s never felt anything better in his whole life. “Ahhhhh…” he moans, his whole body trembling from the relief. He feels so loose-limbed, so relaxed compared to his earlier tenseness, from his head to his toes and the tips of his fingers. He isn’t sure he’s ever been this at ease in his entire life, nor has he felt pleasure as great as this before. It’s like he’s just taking his first drink of water after a year alone in the desert--only the opposite is true, of course. He imagines those six cups of water and three cups of coffee pouring out of him, and lets a happy smile overtake his face. What an amazing feeling… At last, his stream tapers off into nothing but a few drops. He smiles, sighs, and reaches down to pull his underwear up and tuck himself back inside. “It’s wet,” Sophie tells him gently. His eyes fly open as he remembers where he is and a few other things hit him as well as he comes down from the post-relief bliss. He’s absolutely covered in sweat, all down his back and on his forehead and through his hair at the back of his neck. His abdomen still aches a little bit, probably from holding it in for hours on end. And he’s definitely going to get a stern talking to from his boss the next time he comes in for work. He’s not even angry like he probably should be. It was totally worth it to get that kind of experience, and to know the best way to do it again. “Are you okay?” Sophie asks, cupping his face and gently wiping away a few stray drops of sweat. “I know you didn’t safeword, but… I didn’t push you too far, did I?” “No,” Chase promises her, using the last of his energy to press a gentle kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. “It was amazing.” “Next time, we can try something like this at home,” Sophie tells him with a soft smile, then reaches down to buckle his pants for him. “If you really liked it, I mean.” “I did.” She smiles even bigger, then leans up to press her lips against his. “Let’s do it again sometime soon, then,” she says. The two of them leave the bathroom together, successfully managing to avoid everyone as Chase picks up the after-visit papers to take home. He’ll be able to do the rest of her check-up back at their house once he’s fully recovered, and then he can put the information into the system tomorrow. It’s not worth it to put himself through the rest of the appointment when he’s so tired and unfocused. Sophie hangs onto his arm as they walk to the car, seeming especially happy with how the events of the day had gone. And despite everything, Chase really doesn’t blame her. After all, if she hadn’t pushed him to do this, he never would have known how much he liked the risk of getting caught, or how sensitive he became when pushed to the peak of utter desperation. And besides, everyone likes leaving work early.
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  45. On the subject of ABDL-aware bricks and mortar stores, Diaper Depot just outside Atlanta (Stone Mtn) has a wide range of diapers, both medical and ABDL oriented. The carry ABU, Tykables and I believe Rearz too. The lady behind the counter is super easy to deal with, utterly non-judgemental and is always happy to help you find what you're after if you're unsure/nervous. When I went there, it was actually the first time I had ever intentionally exposed myself (in the metaphorical sense!!!) as an ABDL to anybody except my wife and I was actually a bit nervous but hey, whaddayaknow, it was just another business transaction. No different to buying a videogame in Gamestop. "Hi, I'd like a bag of Tykables, medium please". "Sure! <tap tap> that'll be $35 please." <swipe> "Thanks, let me just bag those for you". Seriously, it's *that* easy and normal buying ABDL diapers in-person from them.
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