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  1. https://vm.tiktok.com/JYcndmb/ IMG_7696.MP4
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  2. Some Twitter videos I found: amateur-ish girls peeing outside. Some nudity. 1. Source. 2-0pddMwpV-HSB2f.mp4 2. Source. 4saryRxVMgygClQD.mp4 3. Source. LV-rvw1T1cSA3J82.mp4 4. Source. wps8Eh5nHaYQoMpV.mp4
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  3. Hi all, I've been getting into Blender recently and playing around with all the things you can do in there. I think my ultimate goal is to be animating full, photorealistic (or at least close to) wetting scenes. This is with other people freely available models for the time being, but it's early days so who knows how into it I'll get. This is one of my first tests, someone elses model (from Smutba.se) but I've added in additional shaders and textures to simulate wetting. I'll update this thread if/when I do some more work if people are interested? 🙂
    3 points
  4. Hi, all! This is my first ever commissioned story and my first foray into fan-work. If you love it and are interested in maybe getting your own commissioned story, please message me on this account or email me at [email protected]. Once there I will explain my system, my do's and don'ts and how to navigate the creation of your story. With that out of the way: Please enjoy this story, which might be the craziest story I have ever written. XLCR - A Marvel Cinematic Universe Line Desperation Story Written By Bes31 Commissioned For Edward65 Fifteen Minutes…. Fifteen Minutes. Carol Danver pondered, watching events unfold through the window of her shabby Brooklyn apartment. She had bought the small place during the blip for those brief moments that the superhero would actually stay on earth, and those times were very short, even shorter where she was compelled to relax at home instead of completing another series of incredible feats. She was hardly home, and today just for fifteen minutes, and even this quarter-of-an-hour was broken by some jackass clipping a poor old lady on the side of the road before driving off. The only thing stopping her was the calculus she put in her head, would she still have time? It must not have mattered that much, as she blasted out the window. There was a point in her life where Carol was normal, not blasting out of windows at mach speed, scanning above ground to the speeding cars that wrung the streets. Many years ago she came too close to Kree tech only for it to change her beyond comprehension, to whatever fantastical form she was now. Crowds of people peered at the flying girl (she wasn’t a regular) as Carol spotted the little red sedan that had done the cruel deed. She rocketed to the ground, and in a bout of histrionics, collided into the hood, folding the engine like an accordion. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” The man driving yelled at the sight to be seen, opening the car door only to fall to the Brooklyn street. Carol did not say a word, instead letting the driver mumble and mutter, she knew she was far more intimidating silent. “Wh...Wh...What do you want!?” “You know you hit a lady, right?” Carol gave him the benefit of the doubt. “No… No,, y...you got the wrong guy. I would nev…. How did you see me?” “8th floor. Rent controlled. Would you believe it?” Carol swooped the man in his arms and disposed of him at the bin, making quick work of the process (fly away from the police station fast enough that you don’t need to sign paperwork and also fly with enough concussive force that the criminal would be on dream street when you get there). It allowed Carol to rocket back to her small Brooklyn apartment. “Seven minutes….” She observed with snide. Though her moral obligation felt fulfilled, she’d spent far too long dealing with the criminal, and she might pay the price. Carol moved away from the clock, and instead turned towards the hardly-used toilets in the studio. She was charmed by it, but needed to turn it away. She didn’t have the time to remove her red bodysuit, or put it on again, and besides she could always wait till the meeting was finished. Still, Carol pondered, there were mountainous urges inside of her, it must have been days since the last time she had gone. “It’ll be fine.” Carol made her case. “I’m a goddamn Superhero, I’ll be fine.” She turned away from the toilets, ignoring any urges that existed within her. And instead adjusted her boy-ish hair in the mirror, straightened out her suit and removed any engine-bits that remained, and rocketed away once again, this time to New Jersey, the Avengers Campus. “It’ll be fine.” She repeated. “I’m a fucking superhero”. But as she would soon find out, no powers could have stopped what came next. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New Jersey. Avengers HQ (V. 2) A dollop of an orange-red liquid had found itself inspected by multiple eyes, it had a radioactive glisten and smelled like battery acid. Maybe it was battery acid. The display caused Agent Maria Hill to turn away from the liquid. “I think I’ll pass on it.” She admitted as another set of hands poured the remainder of the vial into a convenient shot glass on the table, the oozy orange liquid setting into the cup with ease. The other set of hands belonged to Janet Van Dyne, a tall luscious woman who had hit her prime decades before Maria was born (and still was in it). “It’s probably not that bad.” Janet gave a winking gesture, shaking the shot glass with a swiveling motion. The liquid had a scientific name that could fill up a book, but was commonly referred to XLCR. “A lot of guys say it works like a charm.” “A lot of men.” A third voice made herself known, rested on a seat near the small table hosting the strange liquid. She was much younger than Ms. Hill or Mrs. Van Dyne, the Wakandan princess Shuri, who instead of arriving at the meeting dressed in heroic garb, fitted herself with jeans and a hoodie, “Created by men, tested by men. I’ll stick to tea.” “One drop of this will wake you up faster than all the tea in China.” Janet swirled the shot glass some more before finally swigging it down. It had a horrid taste, acidic and sugary, but Janet put it down without heaving, letting a small smile appear afterwards. “It’s bad though.” She spoke through a grimace. Shuri followed the older lady, pouring down the small vial down her throat with only a pucker. XLCR was a combat formula created to wake up someone during a long battle, to find energy within themselves that they didn’t even know existed. As the ladies who had populated today's large meeting gathered and socialized almost all of them had turned eventually to formula, most taking swigs from placed vials. Most shared in the displeasure but also recognized how their heart started beating faster, their mind raced slightly better, some of the more physical of the ladies even started acting out with a playful fighting game. Even Maria Hill, straight laced and sure footed, eventually took a swig for herself, figuring that she might as well join in on the fun. It was all fun. It was also an extreme diuretic. Which was something that a few of the ladies were starting to feel. For example Janet continued socializing but could feel her bladder begin to swell up, all far much faster than she was used to. Shuri felt the same, but had no time for relief just yet, she was busy socializing. The meeting was an odd occasion, almost every single female hero had been bunched together from all walks, for sure an interesting convention, and for many a chance to catch up with old friends. It was also the unfortunate matter that the most modern brand of costumes did not allow for such quick relief. Take Janet, who draped a stool in the midst of past acquaintances, she was dressed in an armored, nearly skin-tight suit derived of nano-carbon that can adapt to the use of Pym Particles (which made her shrink, she was the Wasp after all) along with long steel wings folded upon her back. She couldn’t get out of this thing with a team of men, let alone in a stall by herself. From that, most female superheroes have trained their bodies to stop all but the most urgent urges, it’d be rare to find a lady in this room who doesn’t have a story of waiting 24 to 30 hours due to a long battle and an uneasy suit. But this story was different, Janet’s bladder was continuing to fill, as were most of the ladies in the room. CRRAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!! Any conversation ceased, as a sonic boom ringed across the meeting. It was Carol, who gave a knowing smile. She had made good time in the flight but still was fashionably late. “Let’s get started!” Maria’s voice cracked as well, Carol catching that the SHIELD leader was a bit more fidgety than usual, but still maintained some composure as the rest of the ladies journeyed to office seats in the outdoor hub. Carol had feared it would be just a meeting, and her fears had been realized. Maybe she could peace out and take a piss, She felt her bladder extend outwards and collide with the tight red suit she wore, making its presence known constantly but evoking little response. The chairs around Carol filled as well, to her right a good friend. “Hello Captain.” “Hello, Scarlet.” Wanda Maximoff smiled back, she was an imposing figure, dressed in all red including some spandex features that were new. She was also imposing in general, if you knew what Wanda was capable of you would run, hide and pray to God you hadn’t pissed her off in some bizarre way. Carol didn’t worry about such nonsense though (that said she wasn’t sure if she was actually old friends with Wanda or if Wanda altered reality to make it so). Wanda had appeared slightly before Carol had, and found herself with one of the glasses of XLCR in her hands, swooshing around the orange liquid. “What’s that?” Carol was the last in the dark. “XLCR. An energy drink made for battle. We’re supposed to try it out today.” Technically it hadn’t been approved for consumption, but bored, the women had begun drinking it. Wanda swigged down hers easily before smiling at Carol. “You sure don’t drink it for the taste.” Carol had noticed some of the other ladies had the drink, and felt compelled to get one herself, even though her bladder remained stingy. It isn’t THAT much more liquid, Captain Marvel figured, she stood up and grabbed a glass of the XLCR as well (a dire mistake). Returning to her seat she noticed a woman she didn’t know sitting a few rows ahead, almost out of time with a pencil work-skirt and stockings taking notes on lined papers. The lady came across distressed, her legs were crossed together, peeking over the sides of her shoulders as if needing to make an escape. Guess I’m not the only one who needs to go, Carol smiled to herself, putting off her inflated bladder as well. Carol had spent many years of her life living alongside the Kree, a race of blue aliens that, without accounting for color, would come across humans: eyes, noses, arms, legs, all marked uncanny resemblance to a human. Their private parts, though, did not; and neither did their bathroom methods. It struck Carol early on that simply ‘taking a piss’ on a Kree planet wasn’t just going to happen, those first few years were marred by endless desperation and brazen searches for relief. Carol luckily chose a more revealing garment in those days, ending above her thigh that could allow her to simply pull the spandex to the side. She didn’t have that opportunity now, but was also trained, those years made her bladder durable and strong, so none of this 24-hour hold nonsense had racked her brain. Little did he know that the XLCR was pumping water so quickly into her bladder that in ten minutes she would hardly be able to walk. It may have already affected Maria though. “Ladies, I uh…” Maria shifted weight around next to a small podium, hardly able to keep her legs still. I went thirty minutes ago, what’s happening? Maria thought, but not allowing any of this sudden desperation to affect the presentation writ large. “As you might have noticed, there are only women at this uh… meeting. It’s not a coincidence.” Maria adjusted her posture to click forward on a slide deck, the logo A-FORCE taking over the sizable screen behind Agent Hill. “At SHIELD we…. Uh… .we believe that there are some issues through the galaxy that are best solved through a… oh god… a woman's touch. This is through all walks of life. Humans, Asgardians. Kree… uh… Other… uh… denominations.” For a second Maria almost seized all-together, collapsing inward into some form of a squatting position, clicking her legs together before standing up-right again. Carol could see that she was mortified, and had a good eye to tell that the SHIELD agent was extremely desperate, and getting worse. “Let me… introduce the team.” “Somethings up with that drink...:” Wanda gave a slight note to Carol’s ear, she had donned a more elaborate dress than usual, with long strands of shining red spandex apparel that folded awkwardly onto the cheap folding chair she laid on. Wanda’s legs were crossed, tapping viciously across her thigh. It was around this point that Carol felt some strains as well, it wasn’t prodding her already full bladder as much as it stinged, breaking her confidence of simply holding until she got home. On the small stage in front of them, Maria had drifted towards the sides, letting a quartet of “lower members” talk for her, draped in SHIELD garb though a little less precise. Agent May began, she was a taller, mature agent with strong-willed features, though she seemed to be bruised as well by sudden desperation. Still she maintained some control better than the pair of brunettes that stood alongside her (Agent Johnson and Agent Simmons, Carol made out their name tags), both nearly danced on the stage, sharing knowing glances between each other as they attempted some posture. The fourth was also in SHIELD wear, though had no look of an agent. Carol believed she was Jane Foster, who she only knew from being Thor’s ex-girlfriend, she was petite and small compared to the fighters, but maintained a steady portrait. Ms. Foster had been inducted into SHIELD after her break-up, and had taken a reconnaissance role, if Carol remembered correctly. Out of the entire bunch, she must’ve been the most normal. It continued like this for a few excruciating minutes around the outdoor area. Each lady's bladder filled quickly and suddenly but none could swallow their pride to actually venture outwards for relief. Some had made strident efforts to hide any form of desperation, two Asgardians poached at the side of the meeting stood forcefully without much more than a lip bite. Valkyrie, a beauty poached in a white jump-suit almost seemed in competition with the other Asgardian, warrior-beauty Lady Sif. Far off she could also spot Natalia Romanoff peeking through, stationed in her usual black jump-suit zipped down just enough to show cleavage, she remained balanced despite her face being much paler than usual. Besides them, everyone else was bursting, and not privately, including Carol-- whose legs were now bent inwards, adjusting in her seat as her bladder began to boil. There was one last problem to be accounted for to explain how this disaster occurred. Avengers HQ was a leading Marvel, created to be the perfect insulation for superhero activity and experimentation; it was to be the place where superheroes were comfortable. The problem is: it was destroyed by Thanos, and the construction of the new Avengers HQ had only just begun, leaving these ladies perched in an unfinished site, some buildings open but many un-built. And, of course, only one bathroom stall. In the entirety of Avengers HQ, there was only ONE toilet, and many many more desperate girls running out of time. It took about three more minutes to begin. Somewhere in between the meeting and the stall was the first lady truly losing control. Shuri, who had been one of the first to drink the strange liquid found herself riled in a desperate haze, ranting and raving as she jogged to the toilet. “Ahh bastard!” The princess curled inwards, her feet bent inside her hand lodged around her crotch, squeezing the denim of the tight jeans she wore. This all felt different, a stinging, encompassing pain and immediate desire to relieve the liquid that was piling up, a desire more intense than any brief encounter with desperation she had experienced prior. Shuri committed to finding that door, and after some hooks and turns had found what ‘seemed’ to be a toilet, at least it had a decorative sign saying “Ladies” next to it. She smiled and approached the door with another seize, relief closer than ever. But as she reached out to grab the handle, she heard a metallic click from behind the door, it had been locked. “Hey! What the?” Shuri bent over at the locked door, knocking incessantly. She needed to get in NOW. “What’s the deal?” “I’m sorry.” A muffled voice came from behind the wooden door. “I couldn’t hold it any longer okay?” “You think I can! Ah--- shit.” Shuri bent forward again, wondering how she was passed. Little did she know that as she made the slow break to the open toilet stall, so did someone else under her feet. Hope Van Dyne had appeared at the meeting with her mother also dressed in her snazzy costume, skin-tight made of hard carbon nano-tubes. Unlike her mother, she arrived desperate, and the pain had only accumulated as the meeting progressed. She broke off, shrinking herself to the size of a wasp so one saw her leave, and as Shuri swooped into the door handle, Hope jogged through the bottom of the door, boosting to full size and locking the door. It was cruel, but it was necessary. Hope felt like she was about to pop, her bladder stabbing against her stomach. She danced around as she navigated the small bathroom; she would have to remove her tight, unruly costume to get sweet relief, but that would prove difficult in tight corridors filled with boiling piss. At least Hope knew it would take time, time she wasn’t sure she had with the Wakandan princess trying to bang down the door, extremely desperate in her own way. She began immediately, attempting to zipper down the navy suit while squeezing down on her urethra with her left hand. At the meeting the suffering truly started to begin. Carol stood from her seat, legs crossed out of habit and analyzed the situation as it grew. There was a consistent hum of groans and the exasperated pleas of suddenly desperate girls. Agent Hill had requested silence though, even if her body could not stop itself from dancing. “We’re almost done.. If I can wait, so can all of you.” She could not wait, and Carol could see the panic setting in her eyes. But still no one got up from their seats, at least as much as Carol could see, she spread her legs forward, almost to stretch out the desperation, but it was only growing. Inside the toilet, the bursting Hope had turned into a manic form, clawing at the zippers, loops and didgeridoos that made it near impossible for her to take off her garment. The toilet, fresh and clean, loomed over her as she bent forward, trying to ignore the incessant pounding on the door. “Can’t you just shrink and piss somewhere else. I can’t wait much longer.” Shuri attempted to problem solve, but Hope was far too gone for a change, she kept pulling at the tough cloth, attempting to maintain any separation. “If you grow, your bladder will get bigger. God just let me in!” Shuri pounded on the door, which Hope ignored out of pride. “Oh God.” A voice clinged out from the row in front of her. Carol leaned in to see the lady in an old-school pencil skirt and fishnets moaning. She vaguely remembered her to be Peggy Carter, an old agent and fling of Steve Rogers back in the 40’s, brought to modern times through time travel shenanigans Peggy was seemly at most junctures but not right now, as she was at the beck and call of a quickly bursting bladder. “Agent Carter?” Hill asked like she didn’t know what her status was. Peggy climbed out of the small chair, finding herself twisted and contorted, her hands covering a purse which pushed down on the pencil skirt. “Ah heavens, I need the ladies room.” She proclaimed, losing any sort of quiet distress. “Where is it?” “Down the hall, take a right.” Hill responded, many of the other ladies heads rang up as Maria Hill answered a question that they had but were afraid to ask. Almost immediately, many of the meeting stood up and excused themselves, some with a nervous prance trying to maintain any elegance they still had, some making an effort to walk, even if it meant falling behind. Carol was in the ladder category, standing up alongside, noticing a weight shift as her bladder fell downward, giving her a slight jolt of desperate pain. But whatever speed her dash was going to be, Carol was stopped instead, not only by the crowd of ladies who were heading to the same place, but by poor Peggy, who in a complete desperate haze, fell back behind the crowd of desperate girls, and as Peggy crossed where Carol stood, her bladder gave in-- the first to go. Peggy stopped and seized, Carol standing to see the navy pencil skirt darken slightly, fishnets suddenly dripping piss. Carol’s bladder jolted harder than before as she watched the display, and she bit her lips, forcing herself to ignore her pain and instead care for the lady. Peggy almost wept, standing over the first of many puddles, as Carol, Wanda helped her with the Asgardians, who also stuck behind. “God, I can’t believe that happened…” Peggy admitted, almost shell shocked. “It’s got to be that drink.” Carol remarked. “It’s not your fault, I think everyones a little desperate right now. Even Asgardians.” Carol turned her eyes to Valkyrie who smirked away, she was the most steady of the bunch, though even her movements were becoming disjointed and erratic. Still, Carol wished she could reciprocate such confidence, completely ignoring how her bladder, full and distended, pushed down on her with a sudden severity. It had also dawned on the Captain that due to this slight moment of help, she fell behind the whole swath of women now heading for the bathroom, if she was going to get there she was going to wait. Inside the bathroom stall, Hope examined what must have been a new-found rip on her uniform, clawed out through her intense disrobing. She was so close, the top portion off with the carbon nano-tube laced pants still remaining, skin-tight to her quivering legs. She had felt her bladder skyrocket while taking off these clothes, turning from extreme desperation to something of the likes she had never experienced before, her face was red from focus and misery, dancing around, pulling any sort of gizmo to remove the pants. But it wasn’t happening. Hope bent over, adhering to almost a cramping pain on her bladder, crying for help, and the liquid released itself, a forceful surge of piss finding containment through the tight pants. Hope watched with defeated expressions as her reflection showed the pants soak through, making a large puddle on the ground. Outside the bathroom was another discouraging site. Shuri sat by the door, in a fetal position, puddle surrounding her as well, soaking through the designer jeans she would now need to throw out. She was not defeated as much as pissed off, catching eye at the swarm of ladies who saw her. “What happened?” One of the SHIELD agents asked, once again knowing the answer. “One toilet… And the bitch took her time.” Some of the ladies went to help Shuri up, even if their still filling bladders made it difficult to muster such a feat. Some ladies ignored the princess, instead turning to finding their respective place in the line for said one toilet. Black Widow had taken the first position, but to the naked eye she seemed less extremely desperate and more slightly annoyed, she stood with a leg crossed over the other, biting the side of her lip. Natalia had never taken a “Bladder Training” course at the Kremlin, but years of experience on the field gave her talent in this strange field, and a pain tolerance that exceeded most of the other ladies around her. One particularly desperate woman took second place in the line. Agent Daisy Johnson looked absolutely desperate, shaking her legs back and forth almost like a stationary jog, sometimes squeezing at the tight leather pants she found herself in. Agent Johnson was rather casual for a SHIELD agent, with a carefree attitude and slight ego for her position, but those pieces were being destroyed by her at the moment. Johnson could also cause vibrations in objects that surrounded her, these seismic pulses gave her the alias Quake, though she didn’t need her powers to vibrate under the strain of her full bladder, even if her face refused to show her own panic. Daisy turned her head over shoulders to the other SHIELD agent behind her, spastic field Agent Jemma Simmons, whose British customs and charms should have clashed with the vibrating girl, but they had maintained a nice friendship. “You alright?” Johnson asked her colleague. “Uh… Fine as I’ll ever be.” Jemma shook her body around, forcing a smile. “Yeah… What the Hell do you think is going on?” Jemma would have a better idea, Daisy reckoned, given she was far more of a tech geek than herself. “I don’t know… Something in that drink must have made our kidneys go into overdrive…. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” There was a tinge of fear in Jemma’s voice which made Agent Johnson cackle, it couldn’t possibly get that bad, she reasoned to herself. As she chuckled Agent Johnson turned back towards the bathroom door, and the face of the Black Widow staring down at her with empathy in her eyes. Both members of SHIELD but at different levels of the organization, Agent Johnson had worked with and developed a nice camaraderie with Nat, and now Nat took pity on the agent and her friend. “You can go ahead of me.” She said with a smile, a moment of selfless care that was sure to be noticed by the ladies that stood behind her. Natalia traded places, though even in that slight conversation she felt her bladder pains gain considerably, was that a mistake? She thought to herself without an expression on her face. Behind the sudden crowd, Carol and Wanda strided down the hall, recognizing that they had lost any chance of an immediate piss at least. Wanda moaned, she could reality itself but couldn’t do anything about her small bladder (or could she?) Carol felt the disappointment and shock as well, her legs were jagged straight, hips crooked leaning against an arm, not a desperate display but one that could not remain steady. The ladies and red turned to each other, both recognizing their growing extreme desperation. “Do you have any ideas?” Carol asked. Wanda was doing a potty dance like a child, a 1-2 step while bent forward. “Maybe some magic?” “Don’t ask me to do magic now, I’m about to piss my pants!” Wanda complained. “Well we gotta do something…” Carol gave a worrying glance, she started to feel reminded of long Kree stake-outs, trapped in skin-tight military wear that was designed for the Kree, and not for a human girl with human needs. If her bladder was growing so fast, how much longer would it be till she reaches a desperation beyond she has ever felt before? Wanda must be already at that point. Watching her friend suffer, an idea came to the Captain. “What if you just create another bathroom?” “Another bathroom, where?” “No… You… eugh… You bend reality! Create a bathroom so we can go!” “Oh… I can try.” Red sparks began to exude from the newly focused Scarlet Witch. Beyond her gasps and desperate heaves she began constructing something. Beyond her, Valkyrie and Lady Sif approached, even in the few seconds that had elapsed from their separation, the Asgardians were suddenly much more under the influence of their inflated bladders. Valkyrie walked slowly, thighs slightly bent forward, still no holding. “Is there anywhere else we can go? I’m afraid this predicament is only getting worse?” Carol looked over to Wanda, bending reality through her own desperation, and to the ladies right, a door had started to appear from out of nowhere. The door said “Ladies” on the front. As the strong-bladdered girls found their own relief, Hope continued to stand behind the door, not realizing the immense group of dying girls behind the steel door. Hope attempted to manage her slight guilt and embarrassment, not realizing that every second she waited, all the other ladies suffered even greater. And after thirty more seconds, a breaking point was met. “Oh… oh no.” Near the end of the line a voice cried out. It was Maria Hill. After the grueling presentation, she had found herself far away from the crowd as they congregated to the single toilet stall. She also was the first woman to drink the XLCR, and after a short but painful fight, she had finally gone too far. Maria bent forward, seeing the group of ladies turn their heads to the moans, their attentions given just in time for an incredible deluge of piss to escape out of her and slide down her skin-tight leather pants. Agent Hill attempted to back up, to stop the stream any way she could, but it would not bulge, her muscles tired, refusing to strengthen back up again. Maria looked up as the stream weakened, she had pissed her pants, but no mind was given, instead eyes were already turned to someone else. The accident had caused a chain reaction. Janet Van Dyne was the second to drink the strange liquid, and now nearly fell over from the spurts of liquid that rained down inside of her. Without much thought, it broke through, expelling waters that poured down the legs of her nano-tubed suit. Janet moaned, attempting to place back on her helmet so she could shrink down to lose the shame, but it refused to work, instead Janet let go of her entire bladder as well. These two accidents occurred almost simultaneously, and for the Black Widow it was almost too much, she felt her own bladder sticking through and colliding with her tight leather suit. She bounced around, creating distance and practically losing her place in line. The accidents also troubled the other SHIELD agents, Agent May gave a wacky dance, pushing any way she could through her tight pants to provide support, Agent Foster had fallen into a form of a squat position, knees colliding together constantly as she whimpered to herself, her eyes pried open, almost twitching. All of them were feeling desperation beyond any they had felt before. That applied for the Asgardians as well. Lady Sif and Valkyrie backed up from Wanda’s magical display, finding a secluded corner of the room. They did not know each other very well, but were able to chide together in these shockingly desperate moments. Asgardians were superior in many ways, and bladders were usually one of those ways. Descended from generations of drunkards and feasters, Asgardians bladders were practically made of titanium, but that had only made the current desperate bout more unusual and extreme. Valkyrie used to be a drunkard to, and would make weeks long treks without a piss. Lady Sif could hold it for months. And yet, they looked at each other, both feeling their bladders swell to degrees they had never imagined before. “You’ll be fine.” Lady Sif reminded Valkyrie in her calming voice. Both ladies were fierce foes on the battlefields, great warriors beyond the comprehension of almost any human, but they were facing a shared opponent that struck down on one weakness they didn’t even know they had. Lady Sif couldn’t fight her way out of a full bladder, though she wished she could try, instead she tugged on the seams of her brown leather pants. She was one of the lucky ones who had found herself in actual pants instead of a one-piece suit, and had worked up the energy to put it into use. Lady Sif distanced herself from Valkyrie, who watched the warrior walk away into the near open field, averting from any other watching eye, and pull down her tight pants over a small bush. Lady Sif squatted into the plant, Valkyrie caught an incredible stream of piss coming from between her legs which only made her more desperate than ever, cursing the tight suit she had donned. Valkyrie felt some warmth spread between her legs, but squirmed it shut as she turned to the other remaining desperate girls and away from her relieving friend. It was around this point that desperation was no longer a good word to describe what these super-powered ladies were dealing with, it was more fitting to describe it as a body-breaking experience, their bladders reaching fullness that couldn’t possibly be healthy, the rims of their bladders stretching out, sending painful messages throughout the body. Black Widow shivered, clutching the lone zipper on her jumpsuit which had slowly rid down as the desperation commenced, constantly sliding her covered legs against each other. Nat still placed herself second in the line, surrounded by four beyond desperate SHIELD agents all fighting their soaring bladders in their own ways. The agent one behind caught her eye the most, Agent Jemma Simmons, who was a spastic, almost adorable agent mumbling to herself in a high pitched British accent. “Oh Goodness me… Oh goodness me” Simmons had been energetic and twee in her attempts to hold her full bladder earlier in this voyage, but now was resigned to a stationary position in the line, knees buckled, arms crossed in front of her thighs, head down in an exasperated state of misery. Like the other SHIELD agents, Simmons was dressed in the tight navy battle wear though she seemed almost out of place in such an extreme costume, it’s tightness certainly doing a number on her overfilled bladder. Nat could also see that around her crotch, the navy was dyed just slightly darker than usual, little spurts must have been creeping out of her body and sliding down her tight pants leg. Nat could feel her own bladder wage a war, but also could tell that the agent would need it far more than she did. “Agent Simmons?” Black Widow called out, breaking the spell of the Brit, who looked up to the red-head. “You can go ahead of me if you want.” “Oh! No, no, certainly not. You shouldn’t.” Manners pushed through even at this point of complete desperate panic. Nat smiled, she didn’t dish out help usually so she hardly had time for someone rejecting it. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.” Nat slid behind Simmons as the agent awkwardly shuffled her sore desperate body a few steps closer in the line, a smile seen on her face from the good deed. Nat also felt some warmth in her heart, but that might also be coming from her raging bladder, she crossed her legs over and bit her lips almost deep enough to draw blood, but she didn’t move an inch in the line-- she was going to wait. It was also at this point that finally a miracle struck. Hope, who had taken far too long to put on her sprawling suit through tears, finally creeped out the bottom of the door, not stepping through it but turning the lock, causing a swiveling click. Agent Johnson recognized the click, and stuck her ear to the door. “Hello?” She cried out, hearing nothing back. Johnson looked down, unable to hear a peep front the other end and with a bounce she gave up the show. “Screw it” Daisy opened the bathroom door to find it completely empty, stopping in her tracks for a second before darting to the toilet, Nat could see her struggle with the tight pants as the door swiveled shut, allowing the desperate line to move one step closer, Simmons now standing at the door, butt sticking out as she bent over, rotated and jagged in position. Inside the single bathroom stall, Daisy made quick work of the brutal pants, stripping them off with only one or two spurts of piss exiting out before she collapsed onto the toilet seat, pissing partially through her ruined black panties, eventually sliding them to the side as she gave a moan of relief. The piss jetted out as quick as she could, not wanting to let her other agents suffer any longer. It wasn’t fast enough though, as the bubbling piss inside all the ladies continued to rise, including inside Nat, who froze, not wanting to appear with a dance or a jig, sliding eyes together at the other girls alongside her, trying to hide the fear from her face. Her eyes carried over to Agent Foster, she was by far the most normal of the entire bunch, a slight scientist, extremely short and petite for a SHIELD agent, and the expression on her face told the same story. She was mortified, squatting over in the thigh SHIELD outfit rocking back and forth on her toes. Jane had enjoyed the display a few minutes ago, never seeing so many heroic ladies so incredibly desperate before, but now was as miserable as anyone, she looked up to Nat with tears in her eyes, she didn’t want to have an accident too. “You can go ahead of me.” Nat gave her permission as well, moving her back to third in the line. Her body was screaming at the choice, her insides were croaking but she knew they needed it more than she did. It wasn’t as simple as with Simmons though, because as Jane crossed over in line next to Nat she also crumpled a bit, and before Nat could turn her head Jane had begun to piss her pants. “Ahh!!” Jane panicked, bent downwards and pushing all of her force onto her urethra, she stretched like a rubber band, somehow managing to control the unbelievable amount of force that belied inside of her, giving a loud moan. “Oh my God… Oh my God, I’m going to pop!” Jane yelled through tears. Jemma watched her fellow agent scream in agony, but attempted to ignore it, she was so incredibly desperate and could make a theatrical display of it too, and she was right there, listening to Agent Johnson wash her hands. Nat did not miss her though, and called out to the bouncy SHIELD agent. “Agent Simmons, let Ms. Foster, go ahead of you.” Jemma turned her head, about to launch a tirade of desperate pleas. “But…” “Let her go.” Jemma nodded, and she backed away from the top spot, allowing the smaller Foster to bounce into the toilet stall once Johnson got out. Foster wasted no time at all, knowing she couldn’t wait to take off the tight pants, instead she simply sat on the toilet and piss directly into the pants itself, some falling into the toilet stall but most riding the thick leather down through the pants and around her feet. Jane panicked on the stall and before she knew it was standing up, pissing all over the grounds of the single toilet. Mortified, Jane pondered whether to open up the now ruined toilet stall with piss sloshing all throughout the ground, or save face and clean it. She knew how desperate the ladies were, and yet she just needed to save her Pride just a little bit more. Jane pulled every roll of toilet paper she could from under the sink and began to blop the incredible puddle of piss. Down the hallway, Captain Marvel waited with baited breath as the final pieces of the assembled bathroom came together, Scarlet Witch bending reality itself so they could have a place where they could pee. Valkyrie had joined them, with Lady Sif opting to piss in the grass instead of wait for its completion. The warrior Asgardian had rejoined Valkyrie with a relieved smile. “Why did you do that? To mock me?” Valkyrie shifted weight on her legs as she looked over to her non-desperate friend. “Please, I was desperate.” Lady Sif smiled back, taking some unique pleasure from seeing Valkyrie struggle. Valkyrie was at one point a drunkard, but could even go months of drinking before needing to step food into a toilet stall. She worried for the toilet she would ruin with what had to be an imperceptible amount of piss, Lady Sif’s squat had basically turned a flower-bed into a lake. Valkyrie crossed her legs together, catching eye of Carol Danvers, who was similarly waiting patiently but desperately, refusing to be anything but composed, her bladder so large, indenting her blue-and-red jumpsuit that she almost looked pregnant. “Agh!!” Wanda gave a shrivelled cry as the red flashes and particles suddenly ceased, the bathroom had been finished just in time for the ladies to rush into it, but it wasn’t done fast enough for Wanda. Finished, Wanda fell to her knees, moaning as piss flooded around her and out of her tight spandex red suit, she cried as the piss, almost endless shot out. Carol twitched over, helping out her now wet friend, ignoring the piss that surrounded her, even touching her boots. She was the only one to help, selfishly, Valkyrie jetted ahead, pushing onto the newly entrenched in reality bathroom, pulling on the door only for it to budge. She danced around pulling on the tight door, “It’s Stuck!” Valkyrie cried, piss nearly coming out of her eyes. Carol ignored the Asgardian's pleas, still caring for Wanda (somehow piss still coming out of her frail body). With no choice, Valkyrie pulled at the hinges of the door at full strength. She ripped the door cleanly away, throwing it to the side before rushing in. But before Valkyrie could undress and finally relieve herself, she stopped in horror, witnessing the problem she created, the toilet was in complete sight of the now non-existent door, anyone looking that way would see her piss. Valkyrie squealed, she had no desire for letting the world see her desperation, but she also felt the pain of a million full bladders inside of her. She made a judgement call, she ripped off her white jumpsuit within eye-short of Carol and Wanda, revealing what lies beneath, a perplexingly beautiful naked body, fit and muscular with large breasts who had been aching to get out. Valkyrie knew that Captain Marvel could see her, but she could no longer refuse the call of nature, and she sat down on the toilet, naked beyond her jumpsuit still covering the bottom of her legs, falling to the ground. She released a massive stream of piss down the newly created toilet, stopping any moans that arrived from the near orgasmic experience, contorting her body to prevent any signs of nudity to be shown from her deeply nude body. Carol heard the jet stream of piss and looked up, every movement starting to push down on her incredibly full bladder. She saw Valkyrie relieve herself through the doorway, her cheeks went red as she observed the situation. “What did you do!?” Carol turned her head to the removed door. “I’m sorry!” Valkyrie responded, also red in the face. “I couldn’t wait.” Carol danced around as she saw the scene. She couldn’t pee like that, she didn’t have the guts to. Carol now knew that the only place she was going to pee was the sole bathroom down the hall, but she knew there’d still be a line. She bent over, pushing down on her strained urethra. I can fucking hold it, I’m a god damn superhero. Carol repeated in her mind as she boosted over to the other toilet, clutching down on her body with one hand not to wet herself while in flight. As she expected, there were still three people in line, two SHIELD agents and Black Widow, without drawing attention she slid into the fourth spot, holding herself at all cost. “Why’d you make me do that!?” Simmons anxiously moaned at Nat, who was starting to match the SHIELD agents position, bent over, legs crossed. “I’m going to bloody explode!” Simmons was losing her temper and her piss as well, leaned against a nearby wall, pushing down as hard as I can. “You can hold it longer than she can, that’s why.” Nat attempted to justify, but it didn’t change the fact that every person that went before them only made it more likely that the remaining girls were bound to piss their pants. Nat really didn’t want that to happen, she couldn’t imagine letting go in front of all these people. As the desperation had persisted, many of the relieved girls had taken a station near the toilet, chatting some form of empathy about this collective moment of extreme desperation. Nat couldn’t imagine pissing in front of all of them, but every ticking second made it more likely, she shifted her weight to find a comfort that didn’t exist. Agent Simmons was also on edge for a reason, never in her life had she needed to pee this bad, and now she felt like a delirious school child, potty dancing in front of her teachers. People like Black Widow and Captain Marvel were a higher tier in the grand superhero establishment, and today was supposed to be the day where she proved her worth to them. Instead she was now being lectured by Black Widow about how to hold her pee longer. Her cheeks were permanently spotted red with shame as she waited for Jane to open the door. God could she take any longer. If I don’t get a wee soon then… “Eugh!!” Agent May, who now stood in between Nat and Carol gave a cry that broke Jemma’s train of thought. She had held it quiet and diligently, but it simply was for far too long, as the SHIELD agent backed almost sprinted away from the line, as she hustled out piss lined the ground from where she ran down the hallway. Agent May somehow composed herself to search for toilets and she scanned the halls as pissed continued to drive out of her, all before spotting the door for a ladies room laying on the side of the hall. She slid in only to see Valkyrie, still sitting and pissing, some of the piss starting to exit out of the toilet bowl. Defeated, Agent May let go of what remained in the doorway Valkyrie gave a dastardly smile, piss finally starting to sputter out of her urethra. It was another accident, and it seemed to have finally been the one that pushed the final three ladies over the edge to another level. Carol stepped back and started to dance rapidly, piss beginning to spurt out any opportunity it got like a leaking bucket, she felt the maligned panties she was wearing underneath the suit start to dampen. Nat wore nothing under her suit, so she only felt the spurts that overtook her body roll down her leg. And Simmons could no longer hold it, she sputtered, still bent over, periodically losing piss, wetting down her pants as she tried to get it to stop. Her attempts were only so successful, some seconds she’d have it under control, some seconds her bladder would cramp hard and she would lose some more piss. “Ahh! I can’t hold it.” Simmons pretzelled harder than she had ever done before. Her bladder felt like a cramping muscle, forcing the body to release some of the pent up liquid before it ripped and spilled all throughout her body. The only thing stopping her from an accident was what remained of her tattered pride. She needed help, fast. Luckily for Jemma, Nat was already in a selfless mood, the also desperate Russian stepped forward to Simmons and knowingly, reached down to around the fly of Simmons’ tight navy pants, she pushed upon the pants, spurring extra pressure on the poor SHIELD agents body. Sweat beaded down both girls as Jemma, assisted, somehow managed to regain some control, still shaking but with the added pressure she no longer felt piss escape out of her urethra. She gave a loving smile to Black Widow, not bad for a first impression. It took until then for Jane Foster to swing the door open, cleaned up and ready to allow the next person in. That was Jemma who distanced herself from Nat as she rushed into the toilet, pulling down the tight pants and luckily getting to sit on the porcelain throne, and letting another massive stream of piss. Carol had watched this event unfold only boosting her overflowing bladder. She seized and crouched and danced and folded up but nothing was working, nothing was helping her poor full bladder. Carol remembered those brutal endless Kree missions, how she would return home after days of travel, rip off her suit and lay in a gusher of piss into whatever receptacle she could reach first, her eyes bubbling with pleasure as she watched the stream appear. Carol so desperately wished to pee, and now she was as close as ever. She had watched the display between Simmons and Nat, not just Nat helping the SHIELD agent hold but also watched the body of Nat as she focused. Almost no one else noticed but as she held Jemma, piss had escaped out of Nat’s one-piece, fully wetting herself without anyone knowing (perks of wearing a black suit). No longer desperate, Nat slinked away in her wet one-piece leaving Carol as the last lady with a full bladder They were watching her too. Carol gingerly approached the door where she could hear uproarious sighs of relief coming from on the toilet, piss still coming out. She squeezed together turning backwards and sighing. She was a military girl, hard pressed and badass, surely she couldn’t wet herself like the others in front of this crowd. Carol bounced up and down, trying to wait patiently as her bladder waged war inside her body, she was near tears, looking down she saw her stomach was all distended outwards, so much piss being held back by her body. She struggled, but inside the toilet the toilet flushed, and Carol perked up, she was so close to sweet relief. But then something caught her eye from down the hall, a blue-ish speck drew nearer and nearer until. Suddenly a robotic form flew around the ladies and fell to the ground, a custom designed Iron-Man suit for a woman. It was Pepper Potts, who seemed worse for wear inside the suit. The ladies gathered around the suit which had fallen to the ground as Pepper Potts climbed out of it. The ladies gasped as she crawled out. “Something’s… Wrong…. Can’t Go… In Suit.” Pepper fell to her back, revealing an incredible mound around her stomach. She almost looked late-term pregnant, but it wasn’t a child, it was piss. Outside the suit, Pepper, dressed in athletic clothes, spurted out an incredible stream of piss, immediately deflating that beyond human-ability bladder size. Pepper must have taken the XLCR before fighting foes, she might have had to wait hours before finally relieving herself with a bladder that big. It was beyond words, and for Carol, the straw that broke the camel's back. “AHH NO!!!” Carol screamed as she backed up, her body thrusting itself slightly into the air as she felt the abominable amount of pressure under her crotch give him. Floating above the bathroom door, she delivered a matching stream, falling through her jumpsuit and clashing at the piss-soaked floors like raindrops. Carol twitched, watching piss surround all over her, the day of waiting and the XLCR created an impeccable amount of piss, refusing to end despite seeing the mass of ladies looking up to her. Carol was so embarrassed she could die, as she slowly fell back to earth, clutching downwards in a fetal position in the massive puddle of her own piss, almost sobbing. “I’m… I can’ believe I did that… I’m so sorry.” Not all stories had sad endings though, Agent Simmons pushed the door open completely relieved, sighing, watching the incredible scene, her boots wading through an inch of piss on the ground. “Well, This has never happened before.” She jokingly spoke as she saw the mind-boggling scene. “You can say that again!” Agent Hill said garnering an empathetic laugh. “So…. No one has to know about this right?” Hill continued garnering laughs and nods from all corners of the now relieved girls. Shuri was right about the XLCR, it was not tested on ladies, and when tests took place afterwards it was found to be a diuretic with a potency they had never seen before, the project was shelved. As for the day itself, the ladies decided that as long as no one told anyone else about it, such an event could be forgotten. And so it was, the ladies banded together so no man ever heard about the time that almost all of them lost control of their bladders in one ten minute period. And when it was all said and done, Agent Hill made it priority number one that there were much much much much more bathrooms installed on the new Avengers HQ, despite being confused how two existed when only one was built previously. As for Carol, piss drenched and miserable, she returned home back to her apartment in New York City, before disrobing out of the jumpsuit and placing it in her laundry. She looked in the mirror, her bladder was deflated but it still seemed swollen and sensitive after the long day, her kidneys hurting from all the holding as well. Carol decided to take it easy for a few days, and that from now on, no more long holds. Still though, staring at the mirror, she was reminded of those Kree days, and how she felt so… alive after relief, and how it made her feel so strange and…. Hot. Carol smiled into the mirror with a devilish grin. “Maybe a few more long holds… For old times sake.” She smiled as she jumped into the shower. “Why not? I’m a goddamn superhero.” The End.
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  5. View File Farmer girl needs to pee Found on Youtube. Really cute girl helps her father moving the "new spreader" home, as the title says, while very desperate for a pee. Her father jokes about it and torture her making funny sounds and talking about water and pee, and driving a bit too hard for her bladder. The girl, Abbi, is very vocal about her need, while trying to keep herself from losing it. The interesting part of the video are from the start to around minute 17. Worth watching, in my opinion. P.S.: the girl is 18+, as it's mentioned in one of this youtuber's videos. Actually the channel is really nice if agricolture is your taste... Submitter Impostor Submitted 07/24/2020 Category Female
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  6. I'm remember a good video on Pornhub of a girl wetting her gray panties, but have been deleted from Pornhub. Fortunately i saved it on my pc. In my Balcony and Pissing in my Panties - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  8. So I thought I'd start a "Discrete Wettings" that is dedicated to girls wetting in sneaky ways and sometimes rewetting. Here is a link to my first vid. In this one you get to see one girl wet her self 3 times through her tights and panties and one wet herself twice in tights and panties. They spend the day around London, the whole time with wet panties clinging to their privates! They even visit a pub and play snooker whilst her panties are still wet from the previous soaking! Any more videos like this would be much appreciated! 😄 There are quite a few more of these "British Extreme" ones on that website as well 🙂 https://www.pissrip.net/british-extreme/17475-british-extreme-vol-12-katie-emma-in-covent-garden.html *EDIT* - Just to clarify. I mean discrete in the sense that the girls that have wet themselves then go on to do normal day to day stuff whilst still soaking wet between their legs 😛 The wettings them selves are actually really naughty and quite obvious. But if anyone saw these women after they wouldn't know. Enjoy 😄
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  9. I'm currently dealing with a mysterious medical issue that thankfully is turning out to not be a symptom of a more serious systemic issue, but it still has required a bunch of tests and medications. My current regimen requires me to take one set of pills when I wake up in the morning, followed by another round an hour or so later. Each time I swig them down with healthy helpings of water. Since I still drink my many cups of coffee a day, as you can imagine this means later in the morning I'm constantly filling up quickly and needing to pee much more often and urgently. This all nearly came to a head this week when I had an early-morning brain MRI. For those of you who haven't had experience with an MRI, it's a long narrow tube surrounded by massive magnets that are incredibly loud and scans can take a while. If you're claustrophobic they can be harrowing experiences. I struggled with my first one but after that have actually grown to enjoy the solitude if not the insane clanking and banging. The nurse puts you on a table and (in my case) straps your head down so you don't move, then they hand you this little bulb to squeeze if you start to panic and need to be let out. They didn't make me put on one of those hospital gowns but you can't have any metal in your clothing, so I was wearing a simple t-shirt, light athletic drawstring shorts and red boxer briefs. I knew I would need to pee after an hour in the machine so I asked to use the restroom and emptied my bladder before the MRI began. Still, not 10 minutes after being slid into the tube I could feel the familiar sensation of filling up again. For a while I drifted in and out of daydreams but eventually I started to get uncomfortable. If I asked to stop for a break I'm pretty sure we would have had to do the whole process over again and I didn't want that (I also didn't ask, so I'm not sure if that's true or not). About 45 minutes later, she stopped the scan and slid me out to inject me with a contrast agent. I couldn't get up because to move would mess up the scan and the purpose of the contrast (again...I think?). They slid me back in and all I could think about was my bladder. The contrast part of the scan only took about 15 minutes but I was so full when it was done, painfully so. The nurse slid me out when I was finally finished and took her time unstrapping everything so I could get up and collect my things. She was taking her sweet time again adjusting this and putting away that, then clicking a bunch of places on the computer. Meanwhile, I could not stand still and didn't want to be obvious about it. I shifted my weight slowly and intentionally, putting a lot of pressure on each leg when I did it. Flexed and contracted my muscles around my stomach/bladder (this seems to help me a lot when I'm sensing that I'm about to lose it). Inevitably, a little spurt came out. I froze and asked in probably a strained way if there was anything else I needed to do for her. She said no and I said "ok, then I'm going to hit the restroom one more time on the way out. Thank you so much!!" and didn't wait for her to reply. I lost another spurt opening the door, a third as I approached the restroom and then a short stream as I locked the restroom door. I freed myself as more was coming out, spraying the seat before getting my aim right and enjoying the c o n t r a c t i o n of my bladder forcing everything out. It was one of those pees where you are gushing, but still feel full halfway through going. The final damage assessment was a softball sized stain on my boxer briefs (which I think looks amazing on the red color I was wearing that day) and not much visible on the shorts thanks in large part to their material.
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  10. From the album: Omo-mad's artworks (2019)

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  11. This video gives us an incredible close-up view of Alisha peeing in her jeans. It is a beautiful day and Alisha is outdoors, enjoying the warm weather. She needs to pee, and decides that it would be fun to just pee in her pants. She invites us to watch via an extreme close-up shot as she wets herself. The close-up shot is incredible, letting us see every tiny detail, clearly making out the denim fibers of her jeans as she pees. Her pants grow visibly dark with wetness, and glistening rivulets stream across the surface of the fabric. After she is done peeing we go back to a wide-shot, letting us view her soaked jeans in their entirety. Choosing to leave her wet pants on, because she enjoys the sensation of soaked fabric on a warm day, she says goodbye and the scene comes to an end.
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  12. One of my all time favourites, was posted here a while back but not 100% of the source - girl discretely wets her panties while at work Wetting_my_panties_under_sweater_dress_at_work.flv
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  13. I'm with this one. Some of the best stories I've ever read are by William Abbott. He didn't post here, though, so far as I know. And not to put too fine a point on it, but generally if I write a story and post it here, I like it.
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  14. pretty panty wetting from my little View File Enjoy!! Submitter ruapilot2 Submitted 07/30/2020 Category Female
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  15. I solve that by not having a penis 🤣
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  16. I have the stories archived here, specifically for when this day came 😞 RIP SharaGerStories.zip
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  17. so it'd been a much too long time since i'd done a true hold. since moving out of my parents' place two years ago & getting a good crack at wearing diapers, my days of losing control in my panties onto a towel at 3 am were long gone. sometimes, my husband makes me hold it for lewd/dom/sub type play, but it'd been terribly long since i'd controlled my own wetting. another new factor - i'm currently two months pregnant, as of today. i've been feeling pretty good overall, some occasional sickness & tiredness but not as bad. one problem i've run into, however, is some light spotting that happens from time to time after 'adult extracurriculars', usually triggered by orgasm. my anxieties over seeing the spotting has rendered me a little asexual, so i've been having more asexual pee and diaper fun lately (and my even smaller than normal bladder capacity hasn't hurt those efforts either!) *** yesterday afternoon, i'd invited a friend over and afterwards, i'd felt a little burnt out. i'm a pretty big introvert, plus with our state just lifting lockdowns, i'd lost a lot of my social stamina. i definitely needed to relax. i went into our spare room and opened the closet where i keep my diapers. the collection has kind of fallen of its former luster, reduced down to one pack of cloth-backed ABU PreSchools, a laundry hamper full of the Target brand bedwetting underwear, and some random NorthShore samples. i settled on a pair of NorthShore FlexSupreme pullups (https://www.northshorecare.com/adult-diapers/adult-pull-ups/northshore-flexsupreme-pull-on-underwear). i'd originally ordered a big round of sample cloth backed products from NorthShore, with the hopes of finding something suitable for day and nighttime wear in the hot midwestern summer. i gave the pullup a light shake out, stretched the waistband, and pulled it on. the sample insert promised nighttime level absorbency, but i was a little skeptical on that. for some reason, cheap (often leaky) pullups have a special place in my heart - i really revel in the feeling of a full diaper and i don't have the bladder capacity to really blowout most tape ons without some serious effort. after pouring a tall (16floz/500ml) glass of ice water, i hopped onto my bed to relax, starting up the hold bot in the omo discord then joining vc in another server. as i sipped my water, i was a bit confused as to why my stomach felt so full already. then it'd occurred to me. before my friend has left, we'd decided to take a little jaunt to the gas station for some huge slushies to cool off. of course, i picked the biggest size and had gulped down nearly all of it on the ride back and as i came into my apartment. i tossed the cup and had forgotten about it. so, as opposed to just the 16ox of water i thought i was putting in my bladder, i really had about 60oz/1770ml of liquid sloshing around in there. i found myself feeling a little uncomfortably full after the water, so i relaxed and let my body work. this was at about 7:30pm. by 8:30pm, my situation was getting a little more dire. in my other server, someone had started streaming a movie, so i was trying to challenge myself to hold it through the entire 1.5 hour runtime. the movie was about 1/4 or halfway through at this point, and i was sitting at about a 6 on the desperation scale. i wasn't leaking, but i was definitely shuffling a little back and forth. some part of me was worried that my other friends would notice the weird sound, but we were all laughing and commenting on the movie so i don't think anybody was gonna notice the quiet rustling. by 8:45pm - okay, i really, really needed to go. i decided, in vain, to give the good ol 'can i pee' command a try. i think anybody who's in the server knows what the answer is. "Failure! Surely you can hold it a bit longer. Try again in 15 minutes!" ugh. in vain, i grabbed at the front of my padding and bounced around a little to take my mind off things. but i was rapidly losing my battle. i looked at the clock. 8:50pm. i could make it to 9:00pm. **DIAPER WETTING HERE!!** i decided to change positions, putting my laptop on the edge of the bed and kneeling on the ground. i muted and deafened myself in the other chat and started moaning. my butt was trembling, and i rocked my hips back and forth, opening and closing my legs. i could hold it. i could hold it. a hot spurt escaped from me and audibly hit my diaper. shit! i tried the command again. mockly, the bot responded- "This command is on cooldown, please retry in 355s." my body accepted the defeat shortly before my mind did. my hips twitched and i rocked them back so i was squatting. my bladder released, pretty much out of my control, releasing a long hissing pee into my diaper. it felt like the stream was unending and i watched my crotch swell and warm as the seemingly endless flow continued. finally, after what felt like a minute straight of peeing, i sighed and fell back on my butt with a squish. i ended my hold in the bot, then looked down at my squishy wet pullup. i poked a finger at it, listening to the satisfying smoosh noise. then i noticed - i'd leaked just a bit on the floor, two little drips on the carpet. i quickly snapped some pictures (i'll attach them below) , then attended to the drips. i sent these pictures to both the padded channel and to my husband, who texted back telling me i'd better be getting my ass ready for a spanking when he returned home 🙂 i'll definitely have more stories to come if y'all like my style! 🙂
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  18. Always visit the restroom when you need to because you might not get another chance. Jenna knew this. She KNEW this, and yet here she was in traffic, parked on the highway behind a trailer truck, and bouncing her leg up and down and twisting the fabric of her tight black yoga pants in a death grip. “Mmmm,” she moaned in frustration and despair and mounting pee desperation. Jenna needed to have a drug test for her new job. Peeing in a cup. She was running some errands beforehand and when she felt the urge to go, she decided to save it for the test. It wasn’t supposed to take this long to get there, though. In fact, she should have been done and home by now, if it weren’t for this unexpected traffic. Always check your traffic app. Another thing she knew. Jenna thought about abandoning the mission, pulling off the highway and shuffling into a coffee shop to pee. She fantasized about the clattering sound of the stall door slamming shut, the sensation of her soft lycra pants and pink cotton bikini panties sliding down her skin, and of the familiar surging relief in her groin. But no. She could wait. “It’s not that bad,” she decided. Plus, if she let it all out now, she would have to wait before she could do the test, and she needed to get it done soon to start work. She grunted in frustration. Jenna’s need was to pee was increasing. She could feel the familiar hot pressure between her legs, and was starting to feel the pressure of her waist band across her tight stomach. She groaned in frustration and banged her hand against the steering wheel. She could make it; it was just going to be uncomfortable. Jenna started to grind her tight, athletic butt cheeks into the car seat to help with her hold, but the brake lights in front of her blinked off, and she needed to drive. “At least we’re moving now,” she muttered under her breath, and turned up the radio. “But damn I have to pee. This suuucks.” · * * * Michael was at his desk in the lobby of DuraLab Services (a boring job) when he saw the tall woman with short blonde hair and bangs coming up the path outside with quick, mincing steps. She had black yoga pants that hugged her muscular thighs and followed the curve of her hips, ending against her belly button on her flat stomach. A flash of her flat tummy was exposed just where her white tank top ended. Michael saw the young woman toss an iced coffee cup into the trash with unusual force as she came up. The woman power-walked right up to Michael – he could swear she gave a little sigh as she came in through the door – and introduced herself. “I’m here for an appointment,” she said, stress in here voice and talking fast. He had seen this before. “Sure,” he said. “I have you in our system. First I just need you to fill out these forms.” · * * * Jenna sat with her legs as tightly together as she could, twisting and driving her right heel into the floor like she was trying to dig a hole in it. Her bladder was nagging her incessantly and she knew she had made a mistake with this. She fantasized about running next door to the little restaurant – and it would be a run! – and finally just peeeeeing! Or about begging to be let in to use the bathroom here in the lab. Screw the test. But she had to get this done. Her leg bouncing was screwing up her handwriting and Jenna had to stop. She clenched every muscle below her waist hard, bit her lip as her crotch burned. Flip the page. Just one more. She checked boxes without hardly looking at them, and scribbled a signature before practically jumping out of her chair and rushing over to the reception desk. · * * * Bang! Michael jumped in surprise as the attractive customer slammed the clipboard down on his desk. “Sorry. All set. Can I please do the test now?” She asked. Michael saw her give a little curtsy. The woman looked flushed, like she had just gone for a quick jog, and her cheeks were starting to go red. “Um, just a moment,” Michael said. “We have one other person in back, then we have to get everything all set. It should just be a minute or two.” The woman looked crestfallen and her body dipped again as she quickly bent her knees twice before straightening back up. “OK,” she said, terse, and Michael had a great view of her beautiful round bottom as she moved back to her chair. The woman crossed her legs in a tight twist, right over left, with her right foot looping back around her left heel in a double knot. She puffed air from between her lips and began to bounce in her seat. One, two, three bounces and she was back up, across the room again in a flash, and back in front of the desk. “I’m sorry, but I really need to go,” she said, her voice small and starting to range into a high pitch. I’ve been waiting for the test and now I need to go pretty bad. It won’t be much longer, right? Can I please go now? Please?” Michael did want to help her. “I’ll go check,” he said, and went into the back to hurry the technician along. She was just about ready, and asked for Michael to escort the patient. Just as he got back to his desk, he heard a soft, muttered “Oh man,” and found the woman bent nearly double, with her hands in her crotch. When she realized Michael was there, she jerked upright and put her hands on her hips, rubbing them up and down her thighs. She looked at Michael pleadingly. “They’re ready for you,” he said. “Follow me.” “Ohthankgod,” the woman said, talking fast. She practically ran through the door to the back when Michael opened it. · * * * Julia, the lab tech, saw a woman practically jogging toward her, her cheeks flushed, blonde bangs sticking to her forehead, bent over a little bit with her hands across her stomach. “Uh oh, another one,” she thought. “Hi, I’m Julia,” she said, stepping forward. The patient gazed at her intently as Julia handed over a sample cup and started her speech: wipe first, pee into the cup, finish into the toilet. The woman grabbed it and curtsied in front of her, sucking on her lip. “I’m so sorry, I just really have to go,” she said. “Happens all the time,” Julia told her, but the woman had already turned and practically flew into the little bathroom, the door of which slammed closed and quivered. Julia had to stand guard to time her patient, make sure she didn’t try to smuggle in someone else’s sample or try any other funny business, so she stood outside the door. Maybe this desperate girl scene was an act. Wouldn’t be the first time. But the door was thin, and Julie immediately knew there was nothing untoward happening here. Julia heard “Oh no, oh no,” followed by a few shuffling steps, and the unmistakable plopping sound of a butt collapsing onto a toilet seat, the impact a little louder than usual. There was a half sigh, half moan sound, and a roaring jet of pee in the toilet. After a few seconds, the sound disappeared, then returned a few seconds later. It was a waterfall. “Poor girl,” Julia thought. · * * * Jenna was barely listening to the lab tech go through her spiel, her embarrassment matched only by her pulsing, burning need to urinate immediately. She was about to go in her pants, right outside of a bathroom, while this poor worker yammered on. She needed to PEE. She was going to explode! Julia had no choice but to grab herself. “I’m so sorry, I just really have to go,” she whimpered, mortified, and grabbed the cup the second it seemed like she was allowed to do so. The race was on. Finally she could PEE! She streaked into the bathroom, little cup in one hand, her vagina tightly clenched with the other. She could feel every fold of her straining, engorged flesh through her thin yoga clothes. Jenna slammed the door shut and began to curtsy frantically as she hooked her free hand into her waistband. She could feel her pee burning and surging within her, and it moved in knife-hot slow motion right to the edge of her lips. She was staring at the toilet, losing control. “Oh no, oh no,” she whimpered, as the dam burst and she began to flood her panties. She got her pants down past her hips, then a little further, as urine rushed out of her tight, shaven pussy at an angle. Jenna threw herself across the room, pivoted, and collapsed onto the toilet. “UUggghhhh,” the relief! OH god, finally! OH! Her urine strained and surged out of her as her mouth went slack and she exhaled deeply. Her firm butt cheeks were squeezed tight on the toilet. The relief was heavenly. “Oh thank god,” she thought. Then she remembered the sample! She still had the cup in her left hand, and placed it under her surging stream. Urine frothed in the cup violently, hitting her hand and nearly filling it in moments. Jenna pulled it aside and kept flowing into the toilet bowl, thankful that she had avoided peeing her pants. Twenty seconds, 30 seconds, 40 seconds – her urine continued to surge, then flow, then trickle. Sighing again, Jenna sagged onto the toilet and forced out the last few drops. She took stock of the damp spot on her panties. She cleaned up as best as she could, and scolded herself for playing it so close. Thank god she had made it, though. · * * * Julia watched the woman emerge from the bathroom, holding her little cup, sweat on her top and with stooped, embarrassed shoulders, but still looking in her flushed face like she had just gotten the best news of her life. Total. Relief. The customer left as fast as she could. It was all in a day’s work.
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  19. I wake with you still sleeping next to me. It’s the first morning of our naughty weekend, safe to say we made the most of the first night. The room smells strongly of our pee. A trail of wet clothes lead to the bed we lie in. A large dark patch on the old wooden floorboards, the ghost of the puddle we made. I think back to you tickling me, how I squirmed on the floor beneath you. I think of how you teased my full bladder with dribbles of your own pee, how you made me hold on until you’d finished wetting your shorts over me. Your sleepy breaths on my neck are so cute. I call you my kitten, with your soft purrs and fluffy pillow hair. The old cottage we’re in is soon to be knocked down. When your parents told you, you said we should seize the opportunity. How right you were. When else could we make such a mess? I need a pee now actually. But I don’t want to move, you’re sleeping so softly. I lie with my back to you, looking out over yesterday’s exploits. We’re the first to sleep here for decades, the sparse rooms emptied long ago, leaving only a few larger ancient furnishings. The bed we’re in, one of two in the building, must be Victorian. The mattress thin and lumpy. But it doesn’t seem to matter with you next to me. I daren’t move because the bed frame will creak loudly. You should have heard it yesterday. How it creaked then. The springs squeaking. You squealing. I smile, thinking of what we did. I try not to think of my full bladder. Instead my eyes drift across the room to pick out our discarded clothing. The pink top I was wearing, wet with your pee, was the first to come off. Your denim shorts, those cheeky lace panties. My leggings, worn and wet commando. Our bras, both sports bras for the long walk up here. You got mine wet. I was cross at first, it’s the only one I brought. But it didn’t seem to matter for long. I’m getting restless, I want you to wake so you can tell me where to pee. We’re off grid here. The cottage pre-dates inside washrooms, the privy in the garden long overgrown. You said when we arrived that I wasn’t to pee outside. You said it defeated the point. You hadn’t explicitly said I need your permission to pee inside either, but I felt I needed it. You’re so controlling over my bladder when we’re together. I love it. You make me hold longer than I ever could alone, the relief I feel when you let me go is so much sweeter. Now I don’t have your consent. I wouldn’t know where to go anyway. The floor? Seems too obvious. That old armchair downstairs? That would be nice. I don’t know if you’d let me do that though. Thinking about it isn’t helping my comfort. I feel like a pup waiting for her owner to let her into the garden. I want to go out and water the grass. Or find a lamp post. I squirm, rolling to face you and jamming a hand between my legs. The bed groans at my movement, you stir but do not wake. You’re so venerable when you sleep. All your assertion and authority is gone. We’re the same age but awake you act older, asleep you act younger. Over your shoulder I see our backpacks hanging from a beam. Peaking out of yours, the familiar blue, white, pink plastic - an open packet of pull up diapers. You wear them at night because asleep you cannot control yourself, and yet awake you control both of us. Irony. I smile to myself. Time continues slipping by. I grow tenser, the hand between my legs fidgets and grips more. After you wet yourself over me last night, you tickled me and pulled me to my feet. It was as we stood, cuddling and kissing that you finally let me go. Hours of hiking, of sipping water and watching your cute bottom lead the way, all released in a blissful downpour. The puddle had been huge. We pattered our feet and danced on the wet wood. I wonder now where that puddle went. It disappeared between floorboards soon after we’d made it. Had it dripped through the ceiling below? Had it cracked the old plaster? What damage had we done? I squirm again, wondering if I could project my bottom over the side of the bed and pee without waking you. What would you say? Would you be upset? I wasn’t fair, I thought. Not fair that you could leak in your sleep with your little diaper, while I grew ever desperate. I wondered if you had. Had you peed in the night? My thoughts are suspended as you finally open your eyes. Long lashes sleepily part, revealing the blue ocean I have been lost in since we met. Our gaze locks for a moment, as where we are and what we’ve done come flooding back to you. You smile, chuckle, and stretch. “Good morning,” you yawn, propping yourself up on an elbow and pulling the sheet away to reveal my chest. You lean over me and we kiss. My bladder twinges. You notice instantly. It’s like you have a sixth sense for it. Our lips part and you look down on me with a cheeky grin. “You didn’t go in the night?” You stroke my chest as you ask, playfully twirling a hard nipple. “No, did you?” I pry. You take your hand from my chest, it disappears beneath the sheets. I hear the papery rustle as you investigate the pull up. Then you smile and nod. “I did,” You’re pleased with yourself. “Where should I go?” Your fingers, wet from your investigation, find the hand jammed between my legs. “Oh you’re quite desperate,” you pretend it’s a realisation. I nod. “Come,” you say, pulling my hand from between my legs and slipping it into your diaper. It’s warm, wet, squishy. I feel your arousal, as much as I did last night. I can’t help myself, it’s instinctual. I begin to massage you you. “Here’s the deal,” you pretend not to notice my pummelling fingers, “I’ll go for my morning pee right now. If the diaper leaks, I’ll let you wet the b...” Your sentence trails off, the smile growing across your face says it all. Now you’re too distracted to pee. My long fingers are retracing last night’s footsteps, fingertips tapping and dragging familiar ground. I feel your skin growing hotter. The diaper becomes steamy humid, wet with hours old pee kept warm against your body. Hand embraced by the pulp, I stretch to feel your wetness changing. Sticky skin quickly turns silky smooth. Your hips curl to draw me in. I watch your face intently. The subtle changes as pleasure grips you. Checks rosy red. Eyes tightly shut. Lips parted for panting breath to brush past. And your cute little chin, how it quivers as you bob up and down on my fingers. My heart is melting. Full bladder almost forgotten. I nuzzle you. “You’ll...make....” the words slip from you between breaths as if you’re talking in your sleep. “You’ll...make...me...come.” I already knew. You’re body had told me. Twitches flutter through you. Spasms grip my fingers. Breaths become moans. I feel your pleasure as if it’s my own. Waves of intensity flow between us. Then it happens. An orgasmic thrust of your hips, a gasp, and my hand is drenched. You pee as you come. The golden nectar spurting from you, sputtering between convolutions. A hissing that grows and fades as your climax surges your veins. You shake. Legs quiver. The hot jet of pee forcing itself into my palm. It hits the diaper and sprays out, soaking your thighs and saturating the mattress. The orgasm fades long before your bladder is empty. As you continue to wet the bed, I pull your diaper aside. I stroke you gently, parting your lips with two fingers. You pee in a thundering arch directly on the old mattress. The heavy liquid hammers sodden fabric with a glorious thumping. The golden puddle washes towards my legs. Suddenly my full bladder is uncontrollable. I grip myself again, squirm uncomfortably. “It’s okay sweetie”, you encourage in a gentle, satisfied voice. “Looks like my diaper leaked.” We giggle. I relax. Without breaking eye contact, I empty my bladder in the bed. The sound of your pee pattering to an end becomes my hissing, with loud drips raining over the edge of the mattress and drumming the floorboards. Heat spreads under our bottoms, wetting past our knees, creeping up our backs. Our bodies sink into a infinite embrace. Below us, your pee mixes with mine. Two bladders emptied. Two hearts intertwined. The relief drives a soft pleasure through me. It’s a wholesome feeling. Satisfying in a deep, holistic way. We kiss. “I guess we’re sleeping in the other bed tonight,” You chuckle.
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  20. It was a rainy day and all I wanted was something sweet to put on my tongue after a not so great day. I got to the listing of Italian ice choices and I became overwhelmed. I could feel a nagging urge in my bladder that I tried ignoring to focus on a flavor selection. I get to the window to make my order but the girl behind the counter wanted to make small talk. I stood there swaying back and forth trying to use the inseam of my tight jeans to help seal my pee from escaping my tight slit. I started stuttering on my order and forgot what flavor I had chosen. Before I knew it my pussy started flooding with warmth. I stood there talking to the girl who wanted to discuss the weather as I was losing control without her knowledge behind the window as we were talking. The streets were buzzing with traffic and I knew the spot on my pants as I glanced down was only getting darker and shinier by the second. Pee was squirting out of me uncontrollably drenching my jeans all the way down to my ankles. At this point I was relieved to have finally gotten my ice and able to release all that built up tension. It felt so good that on the way home I didn’t even finish my water ice before the second wave of urgency hit. I had my friend pull over and I enjoyed the second soaking and stress release not giving a shit who saw at this point after the day I had. I think I could get use to cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
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  21. https://www.pissrip.net/by-users/23883-outdoor-pissing-action.html Awesome website as well
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  22. You say that like it's a complaint. 🙂
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  24. Alright, I realized there were some minor typos in version 2.2 of "Can I Pee?", so here's version 2.2.1, with the typos fixed. Can I Pee (Version 2.2.1).zip
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  25. Feeling somewhat defeated, Shayla plopped back down onto the seat of the toilet. With her pee rapidly cooling in the concrete bathroom, Shayla sat and thought about how she had wet her pants two days in a row. Guess I’m not alone in Yellowwater Cabin after all. The wait for Fern to come back was long, or so it seemed to Shayla. In reality, Fern wanted to get back to the bathroom as fast as possible. Where is everyone else? Shayla wondered. Maybe the scavenger hunt already started. Fern eventually returned, hastily walking through the front door and marching towards Shayla’s stall. Fern softly knocked on the door, which Shayla shyly opened. “Here are some fresh clothes for you. I also brought some shampoo and a towel in case you want to take a shower.” Shayla noticed that Fern was standing uncomfortably in her place, but still admired her long legs and fit build. “What about clean up?” Shayla asked as she took the neat bundle of stuff from Fern. Fern answered: “I’ll take care of it, just leave your wet stuff in a pile and I’ll take it back.” “OK.” “Just try to hurry up, the scavenger hunt begins soon and I still need to find a partner for you.” “OK, where should I meet you?” Fern was looking slightly impatient at this point. “Just go back where we were playing frisbee before.” “OK.” “And I don’t want any arguments about this, OK?” “OK.” About what? At that moment, Fern excused herself suddenly and entered the stall next to Shayla. Shayla heard a zipper unzipping and the large bundle of keys jangling within the exposed pocket of Fern’s revealing jean shorts. The sound of Fern’s pee hitting the toilet bred a slight reaction of jealousy in Shayla. With the clean stuff in her hands, Shayla awkwardly walked towards the shower stalls. She tried her best to avoid the feeling of her soaking thighs coming together, but each step reminded her of her most recent in a growing sequence of accidents. I probably needed a shower anyway. Shayla set her things on a bench by the shower and stripped down, taking one last look at her soaking wet jeans and panties. Hope Fern can take care of this quickly. She took the shampoo from the top of the stack and walked across the shiny linoleum tiles to one of the many shower stalls, then turned on the water. Ice cold water spilled from the tap, sending a chill down Shayla’s spine. But the water gradually warmed up to a welcomingly steamy temperature. Nice, I got hot water! It was known around the camp that getting hot water for showers dependent strictly on luck, not an any discernable rhyme or reason. Shayla washed her frizzy hair, feeling the suds form as the shampoo lathered relaxingly on her scalp. The soap ran down her body and into the drain. Using some more shampoo, Shayla scrubbed her body clean, paying particular attention to her legs, which had been sticky with urine. After just a few relaxing minutes under the water, Shayla felt refreshed and prepared to begin the scavenger hunt. She turned off the water, emerging more confidently than she had entered. Much better. Shayla lifted the towel from it place in the neat bundle and dried herself off. She felt relieved that her wet clothes were nowhere to be found, like it never happened in the first place. I’m glad Fern came in when she did. After drying herself off, Shayla turned her attention to getting dressed. She put on her sports bra, then started to lift a green shirt from the top of the stack. But what she saw next was greatly surprising: beneath her shirt, Fern had placed a fresh pull-up. Oh no, come on! Shayla thought, picking it up delicately with her hands. She quickly searched through the stack one more time, expecting to have at least one other option; she found none. Come on, Fern! What is this shit? But Shayla knew the message that Fern was sending. And she had no reasonable arguments the contrary. Ugh, this is what she meant by ‘arguments’. Shayla knew that she couldn’t just stand there much longer; it was decision time. I could carry this in the towel, but I don’t want to go commando. I’ll just change out of it when I drop by stuff off at the cabin. Shayla put her shirt and socks on first, saving the pullup and shorts for last. When the moment finally arrived, Shayla searched along the top of the diaper, as she had many times before, until she found which side was the back. One foot at a time. Shayla thought, slipping the pullup up until it reached her hips. I can’t believe I’m wearing one of these during the day. Her clean pants were a pair of short shorts which left little to the imagination. Bright pink and very tight, Shayla would have loved to wear them under almost any other circumstances. I would rather wear these in a blizzard than with a fucking pull-up. She pulled them up to her hips, mostly covering her embarrassing diaper. I’m almost too scared to look in the mirror. Deflated, Shayla took about a dozen crinkling steps towards the mirror; whatever confidence she had in herself after her shower had now evaporated like the steam from the linoleum floors. Oh no, I can’t believe I have to go outside looking like this. Fern was clearly in a hurry when she had picked out these clothes for Shayla. Her flattering green shirt scarcely reached the top of her belly button, and her shorts rode provocatively low. Unfortunately, the crinkling plastic waistband of her pullup hiked high on her waist, its bright purple fringe exposed above the top of her shorts. Oh no, everyone who sees me is going to know! What should I do? Knowing that she had already spent too much time in the bathroom, Shayla knew that she had to get a move on. I know, I’ll use the towel! I’ll look weird, but not too bad. Shayla wrapped the towel around her waist, securing it in the front as best as she could. She put on the fresh pair of shoes Fern had brought, then carried her shampoo in her other hand. This just might work. Shayla thought as she walked out of the building. Shayla walked quickly back towards the cabin, doing her best to stay away from anyone who might hear the rustling of her daytime protection. The towel came undone once, falling to the ground. Luckily, Shayla thought, there wasn’t anyone around to see. Flustered, she continued to her destination. OK, I’m just gonna change back into some panties and go back to the others. When she finally arrived back at the cabin, Shayla awkwardly opened the door, held her shampoo, and held the towel in place. As she spun around with her hand on the door, she was greeted by a familiar, gentle, cheerful voice. “Hi Shayla, you’re just in time, the scavenger hunt starts in five minutes.” Shit! “Can I just… get changed real quick?” “Shayla, you said you wouldn’t argue about this.” Fern said, her cheery voice supplemented with undertones of disappointment. “Didn’t you just change clothes?” “Yes, but… I want to wear something different?” “Different how?” “I don’t want to wear a diaper.” Shayla huffed, shifting her gaze between the ground and Fern’s sea-green eyes. “It’s not a diaper, Shayla, it’s a pullup. And it’s just in case.” “Just in case of what?” But Shayla already knew, and was already tired of this rhetorical exercise. “Just in case you have another little leak. You’re going to be in the woods for a while during the scavenger hunt.” “I don’t need to wear a diaper! That was just one time today!” “Shayla, don’t think of it like a diaper. These are your just-in-case panties.” “I’m not gonna wet myself!” “I know you’re not. But just in case. They’re your just-in-case panties.” What is she gonna call them next? Big girl panties? Shayla and Fern continued back and forth like this for a few minutes more, drawing them closer to the time of the scavenger hunt. Fern checked her watch repeatedly. Her watch was pink and sparkly, with large digital letters. “Shayla, we can talk about this later. And don’t even worry about it, everyone in the cabin will understand. Heck, I think only myself and Willow are the only ones to go without having full-blown accidents, and we don’t even have perfect track records. Shayla glimpsed at the chart. Well, I guess that’s true. She noticed something else. Fern had given herself a rainbow sticker for the day. That’s why she was in such a hurry. Shayla thought. Before Fern could say anything more, someone else knocked on the door: another counselor. “Fern, time to go! Get your campers together for the scavenger hunt!” Fern took Shayla by the hand and walked her out the door. “No time to talk about this now.” Her voice was sterner, but still oddly gentle. Once Shayla realized her hand was being held, she blushed in excitement and embarrassment. Fern released her hand and they walked quickly back to the rest of the cabin. Shayla did her best impression of a chameleon all along the way, wanting the thirsty earth to swallow her and her overactive bladder up. They met up with the rest of Whitewater cabin and most of the camp at large, standing in a great circle and listening to someone in the center. Shayla couldn’t quite see the speaker over the wall of taller people in front of her. That’s probably for the best. She thought, secreting herself away within the dense crowd. No one should be able to see now. Shayla stood directly behind May; they both strained to hear the rules of the hunt. A booming male voice attempted to pierce the muffling wall of campers: “OK everyone, there will be …” -- Shayla struggled to hear – “… clues to find. Your first clues will be given to each pair by your counselor. You will each have …” – Shayla bumped into May and lost focus for a few seconds – “ … solve the puzzle. The first ones to find all of the clues wins!” After a few more minutes of muffled talking, Shayla put together the gist of the game. Still, she did not know how long she would have or how many clues had to be found. Of course, she didn’t know where they were, but the first clue would give a hint for that. The question she never asked herself was when she would be able to use the bathroom. The man at the center of the circle said something unintelligible, causing everyone to break up and return to their cabin groups. Shayla reconvened with Whitewater cabin, situating herself awkwardly in front of Melody and May to hide her padded, flowery, purple secret from potential onlookers. Everyone looked to Fern, who was now holding a small stack of envelopes. “OK everyone, you heard what he said. Now, who do you want to partner up with?” Willow and Emily raised their hands simultaneously. “Willow and Emily, want to be partners?” Willow replied hastily “Yeah!” Fern nodded and handed them a sealed white envelope with a large red question mark on it. No one else spoke up immediately, and Fern scanned the remaining three girls. “If someone doesn’t have a partner, you can go with me. I didn’t set up the hunt so it’ll be just as fun with me.” Who should I go with? Cast your vote! 1) Melody 2) May 3) Fern
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  26. Yeah. I just find it super sexy that these girls spent most of the day going about normal stuff with sopping wet panties between their legs! So naughty!
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  27. Has anyone been around long enough to remember Thomas' Water Sports Resource Page? It had a high level of literacy, lots of great stories, and those great psychological observations about omorashi from the marvelous Michelle.
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  28. PART 5 Note: All stories have been written while being extremely desperate to pee. In the blink of an eye, Sean shielded his crotch with the blazer, shot up from his chair and scurried to the door. "Sean!" Richard called out as he shouldered past, but he wasn't going to stop. He couldn't. He was on the verge of pissing his pants and had to get to the gents' room this instant! The toilets were at the end of the corridor, at least that's what he knew. He clamped his penis shut as he walked briskly to his destination. Halfway through, urine started to seep out from the tip, so, with his hand still clutching his dripping penis, he dropped the blazer and broke into a run. Richard was on his tail, trying to get to him faster. Sean was frantic. The closer he got to the toilets, the more anxious his bladder got. Squirt after squirt, it pumped out a good shot of hot urine each time. As he whipped around the corner, he saw a sign: LADIES TOILET "Shit!!!!" He cursed and boomeranged back to where he came from. "What!? What happened!!?" Breathing hard, Richard stopped in his tracks. "That's the ladies!" Sean hurried to the other end of the corridor hoping that the gents' would be there. "Where are you going?" Richard called out. "Toilet!" Sean's voice echoed from the other end of the corridor. "I think it's locked," said Richard in a not-so-audible voice. As expected, Sean returned in a heartbeat, still holding on with his dear life. "It's locked!!!" He crossed his legs as tears brimmed in his eyes. "Why would they lock it? Let me go around and find someone to open it up!" Richard had almost begun to leave when Sean stopped him. "Leave it! Just tell me if there are any other toilets around here." "There's one on the ground floor, you know that," he answered. Sean sighed in frustration. That was a long way to go! And the urgency to urinate was at an all-time high. "I need to sit down," he said as he looked around frantically. "There are no chairs here," said Richard, glaring at the empty corridor. "Just hold on, we'll make it to the ground floor." "I wanna piss," whined Sean with tears in his eyes. Richard watched him for a moment, feeling turned on at the prospect of his boyfriend being this desperate to pee. "I have an idea," he said. "It won't get you to the toilets any faster, but it should help you hold on till you get there."
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    So I was asked a little while agopant, that when I sneeze, If a little pee comes out. Well, I was unsure about this. Maybe it happened at some point in My life, but I don't remember. Might as well test it? I made sure to have a VERY full bladder and started inducing sneezes. The answer? Yes, pee comes out when I sneeze. And much more when your bladder is very full 🙂
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  30. To add to this, there only some girls that have been obviously desperate on a few occassions. I believe most of them you don't really see signs of desperation and go on their brbeaks, which is what makes it difficult to find these videos. But you start to get to know which ones do, usually they are the ones that are drinking plenty of water throughout and can't keep taking breaks often. Some drink plenty of water but you won't see desperation and only know they had to go when they suddenly go on break...but there's no actual proof that was the case. It takes a bit of work to find these (time rather)..so though I pay attention I don't really look like before. I'm pretty much settled on the cam girls that are willing to do a long hold. But finding new ones of these would be nice too lol.
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  31. Go for it! You won't get many opportunties for 'good reasons to have public accidents' and it's also not hard, the way they make you fill up and hold, plus I can't imagine how a growing baby would impact this. Well I can, as I've had a bunch of friends and my sister report back on this 😉
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  32. Thank you! I'm glad you like it and that you can relate. 🙂 Here's the next chapter! CW: sexual content —————————— 9. Victor woke at dawn. Cold morning light came in through the gap in the curtains. The room was warm, so they’d kicked the blankets off in the night. Caiden lay on his side, facing him, still sleeping soundly. Victor smiled. He kissed Caiden’s forehead, but the other boy didn’t wake up. Caiden made a sleepy noise, a little whimper followed by a sigh, and suddenly Victor heard a hissing sound. He looked down. It was coming from Caiden’s diaper. He was peeing. Victor’s face felt hot. He watched as the diaper darkened and was stained slightly yellow. Carefully, he reached down and gently covered the front of the diaper with his hand. Caiden slept on. The diaper was warm, and Caiden was still peeing. After a few seconds it stopped, and Caiden released what sounded like a satisfied sigh. Victor let out a shaky breath and removed his hand. This was exactly what he’d hoped for, getting to see Caiden wet himself in the night. He’d looked so cute! He realised he was rock hard. He’d already been sporting a semi when he woke, which was normal, but just watching Caiden pee had made it grow into a full boner, much like the one he’d had after watching Caiden mess the day before. If he wanted to get to the bathroom, Victor would have to climb over Caiden, but it was way too early and he didn’t want to wake him. He stroked himself through his boxers a couple of times. He could come in five seconds like this. ‘Fuck,’ he whispered. Caiden slept on, then turned over on his other side. From this vantage point, Victor could see that the back of the diaper was wet too. He stared at it, imagined it filling with poop as well. He let out a shaky breath and kept stroking himself through his boxers. As he’d imagined, it took practically no time at all. Victor bit his lip as he came in his shorts, trying not to make a sound. He mostly succeeded, and it didn’t seem to wake Caiden. Victor had an active libido and still woke with sticky underwear from the occasional wet dream, so he kept a spare pair tucked under his pillow. As carefully as he could, he peeled off his boxers and tossed them noiselessly over Caiden’s sleeping form and into the hamper by the couch. Then he pulled on the fresh ones. He lay there for a while, on his side, looking at Caiden. His t-shirt had ridden up, exposing a sliver of the soft, light brown skin of his back. He had a birthmark on the right side of his spine, just above the diaper. His heart rate finally returning to normal, Victor put an arm around Caiden’s waist so he could spoon him again. Holding him felt so good. Soon, he drifted off to sleep once more. When Caiden woke up, he realised immediately that his diaper was wet. His first instinct was to go change it before Victor could wake up, but the other boy’s arm was around his waist, holding him. Caiden knew if he moved, he’d wake Victor up. What was worse, he kind of needed to pee again. He slowly, carefully, tried to dislodge Victor’s arm, but his boyfriend yawned and pulled him closer. ‘Good morning,’ he said, his breath hot on the back of Caiden’s neck. ‘Good morning,’ said Caiden. He wet his lips. ‘Listen, I . . . I need to go change my diaper. I . . . had an accident.’ He felt himself blush. ‘I know,’ said Victor. ‘I was awake, saw it happen. It was adorable. You looked so . . . peaceful.’ ‘Fuck . . .’ Caiden buried his face in his hands. ‘Aww!’ Victor held him tighter. ‘You’re embarrassed! That’s even cuter.’ ‘You’re always making fun of me,’ Caiden mumbled into his hands. ‘I’m not,’ said Victor seriously. ‘I mean every word of it. I love seeing you use your diaper. I . . . I can’t explain it, but it’s just really cute, and . . . kind of hot.’ Caiden turned around to face him. ‘That’s so weird,’ he said. ‘I mean . . . why would you like that?’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Victor earnestly. ‘I just do. It’s . . .’ He seemed to hesitate. ‘There’s a kink. That people have; diaper fetishism. I looked it up. And I think maybe I have that kink. Watching you use your diaper, it just . . . really turns me on.’ Now he was blushing, and Caiden found himself smiling. ‘Weirdo,’ he said, with no malice. Victor laughed. ‘Yeah.’ Caiden shifted. Now that he’d moved a little, he felt the pressure of his bladder. ‘I have to go to the bathroom,’ he said. ‘No,’ said Victor. ‘No?’ ‘No. Stay here. Do it in your diaper and I’ll change you afterward, if it’s just pee.’ ‘Yeah, just pee,’ said Caiden. He bit his lip again. ‘Do I have to?’ ‘Yes,’ said Victor stubbornly. Then he sighed. ‘No. Of course you don’t have to. But . . . I want you to. Please?’ Caiden’s heart was hammering in his chest. He almost wished Victor had just told him he had to. For some reason, he liked the idea of Victor telling him what to do. Of Victor making him go in his diaper. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Do . . . do I do it now?’ ‘Yes,’ said Victor. He sounded a little breathless. Then he scooted back, looking down at Caiden’s diaper. ‘Do it now.’ His voice sounded commanding. Caiden liked that, and he let go, peeing into his diaper. Victor’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes wide as he watched Caiden pee. ‘Man,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t know why this is so hot, but it is.’ Caiden blushed and shut his eyes. He was feeling a little hot and bothered himself. He put it down to embarrassment at first, but soon he realised that he was turned on as well. Doing this had never turned him on before. But doing it in front of Victor . . . that really did it for him. The pee stopped and he let out a breath. ‘Done?’ asked Victor. Caiden nodded. ‘Shall I change you now?’ Caiden nodded again. ‘There are fresh diapers in my overnight bag.’ Victor climbed over him out of bed and returned with a fresh one. ‘You brought so many,’ he said. ‘There are still two left.’ ‘Just to be safe,’ Caiden mumbled. Victor began to change him, once again looking amazed as he examined the wet diaper. ‘All that came out of you,’ he said, sounding almost awed. He rolled it up and opened the fresh one, putting it on Caiden. ‘I really wanna see you mess yourself again too.’ Caiden frowned. ‘Mess?’ ‘It’s what they call it on the Internet. In . . . kink communities. Instead of poop. Like, they say wet instead of pee too.’ Caiden thought on this as Victor closed the tabs on his diaper. ‘I think I like that word better,’ he said at last. ‘Messing, instead of pooping.’ ‘Me too,’ said Victor. ‘It’s less explicit. ’Cause it’s not the, you know, poop itself I like,’ he said, looking into Caiden’s eyes. ‘It’s seeing you do it.’ Caiden shook his head, then laughed in spite of himself. ‘I still think it’s weird. But . . . you know, wetting my diaper in front of you . . . I kind of liked it.’ Victor wet his lips. ‘Think you could like messing it too?’ Caiden thought for a moment. ‘I don’t know. A week ago I would have said no. Now . . . I just don’t know.’ Victor smiled crookedly. ‘Well, that’s a start.’
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  33. I hope Shayla'll end as incontinent. It would be great. 😈😏
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  35. Well, well... 2020 just keeps getting better and better huh... Big thank you to FestiveMint for the stories backup. I had saved a lot of my faves but was planning on getting a few more.
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    Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MessyAcademy ~Update 0.11~ ~Adjustments~ -Game received major adjusting in it’s file size, it went from 1.13GB down to 317MB! This was major, as it helps not only exporting the game. But it will be less to download for everyone. -Day 10 section 2 & 3 no longer should crash when skipping through content. -"Skip" button and function to skip through content has had it's speed lowered, this is to keep it flowing through quick enough. But not too quick to cause major issues with the game not being able to load assets quick enough. -Old expressions have been removed, replaced with new base 20-24 expressions. Similar to other vn games. -Sprite, bg & cg images have been compressed to cut file size down. -Days 1-15 received general fixing of new expressions to match dialogue, new effects for clothes change, etc. -A few old placeholder cg screens have been removed in favor of showcasing sprites acting out scenes. (This will fully happen to all non important story/major cg scene areas for now. Look forward to it in update 0.12) -Heather’s dialogue in day 11 section 3 has been adjusted to make her not quite an anime tsundere stereotype. -John no longer forces X girl to do a more extreme punishment on day 5 section 3. (Only having the girl be spanked and mess themselves purely.) ~New content~ -Day 16 has been added. -Day 17 has been added. -Erika’s final sprite has been added. -Nova’s final sprite has been added. -Rachel’s final sprite has been added. -Heather's final sprite has been added. -All sprites have received 20-24 base expressions to match their character uniquely. -New bg art added! Roof top (day, sunset, night) -New bg art added! Classroom (day, sunset, night) -New bg art added! Courtyard/garden (day, sunset, night) -New bg art added! Club room (day, sunset, night) -New bg art added! Diaper training room (day, sunset, night) -New cg art added! Miki punishment (day 5 section 3) -New cg art added! Nova punishment (day 5 section 3) -New effect for characters farting, clothes change, etc. -New music! (placeholder) 2 tracks. (day 17) ~Known or possible issues being looked into~ (feedback very helpful! <3) (Below are outfits missing and will be added soon) Bridget fantasy outfit (day 13 section 1) Zoey bunny girl cosplay outfit (day 15 section 1 & 2) Lola skin tight pilot mecha cosplay (day 15 section 1) Rosa cat maid outfit (day 16 section 1) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (below is patreon exclusive update information, letting those know what was added in that update.) ~Update 0.12 content~ ~Adjustments~ -The game's sprite expression files under went further fixing to improve the visuals and make them look nicer than how they looked in update 0.11. There was an issue with how the images were compressed, causing some minor issues. But these should be cleared up and visually much better. -All remaining placeholder CG scenes have been removed. These were mainly lower priority scenes that will have final art added later. We're simply focusing our CG scenes on higher priority story scenes, route scenes, ending scenes first. In the place of the old placeholder areas, we made use of sprites to play out events instead to our best ability. ~New content~ -Day 18 has been added. -Day 19 has been added. -Pre-route choices added. (day 19 section 3) -Heather’s final sprite has been added. (additional) -Heather has new expressions added. -New bg art added! Nurse's office (day, sunset, night) -New bg art added! Locker room -New bg art added! Track field (day, sunset, night) -New bg art added! Hallway #2 (day, sunset, night) -New cg art added! Juliet punishment (day 5 section 3) -New music! (final) Main theme (used during day 17 and title screen) (CG scene featuring all the main girls is delayed currently. I haven't heard from our cg artist since June 18th, will keep news posted.) Overview: Messy Academy is an 18+ adult/porn visual novel that focuses on diapers! It's a general school life, slice of life feeling series that not only focuses on the adult related focuses. But it contains comedy, drama and romance as well! There is excellent world and character building going on in the game and on the surface. This might just look like another adult porn fetish style game, which it is.. But! It's much more than that and don't expect to jump right into having sex in this game, as it leans more on the realistic side without being too realistic either. Not to confuse this game or compare it to other diaper fetish games out there, this game does feature actual sex and acts that most games within that genre don't touch. That being said, this game doesn't have focus on adult baby or abdl aspects either though. Players will take the role of Brandon, a young man who managed to hack and find a loophole within the academies computer system. He adds his name, along with his two friends to the student list, knowing that the academy would be breaking it's contract if they're to refuse accepting the boys... But why go through all that trouble to get into an all girl's school? Well.. In order for him and his buddies to get the best chances of getting a girlfriend and losing their virginity! But.. These boys quickly learn that the school has a very unique and padded rule in order to attend.. Who runs the academy and how does the public not know about all this? How can they get away with the craziness happening at this school without getting in massive trouble? You'll have to find out by playing Messy Academy.. Tags: (placeholder 3d) 2d, Drama, Slice of life, General school life. Male protagonist, Avoidable NTR, Avoidable Extreme BDSM, Handjob, Diapers, Forced Accidents, Natural Accidents, Diaper upskirt/flashing, Diaper changing, Thighjob, Assjob, Enemas, Farting, Facesitting, Wetting, Messing, Humiliation, Petplay, Master/Slave, Watersports, Underwear fetish, School setting, Anal sex, Vaginal sex, Oral, Anal/Vaginal Fingering, Clothed sex, Straight sex, Creampie, Footjob, Pregnancy, Creampie, Cum inflation, Kissing, Groping/Rubbing, Bukkake, Titfuck, Dirty talk, Erotic spanking, Group sex, Outdoor sex, Public sex, Big tits, Small tits, Unlockable sexual content. (Tags can be updated later.) Disclaimer: Messy Academy contains scenes of sexual content and is intended for adults only. Any art or implying of characters being underage within the game aren't meant to be done so. While the game is set at an academy, these characters are not underage or minors, nor are they based on anyone in real life. Anything that might suggest these mentioned themes are purely part of fetishes or kinks that might be suggestive, but not intended to play them off as underage characters. There might be routes and choices in the game that lead down some hardcore content, we try our very best to keep a updated list of tags towards the top of this page to warn of this content, in most cases these extreme or hardcore content choices are optional and will give a warning within dialogue or story before hand. We understand that even if our story and character building could be good enough to stand on its own, not everyone will be interested in a game that still has a focus on diapers. That's your choice, as much as one might choose not to play any game with "insert fetish/kink here". The team behind the game takes no responsibility for anyone under the age of 18+ who decides to ignore our warnings and play the game on their own will.
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  37. I've been visiting this fetish site for quite a while now, but I've never seen a post that made me uncomfortable until I read the comments you just posted. These images are provided without context other than that which Biku provides to tell a story. When you start talking about what you think should happen next, I feel I'm learning a lot more about your sexual preferences than I want to. I don't mean to shame anyone for what they're into, but I don't think everyone else feels the same way you do, and it's better to leave these things up to interpretation so that everyone can enjoy them.
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  38. Its willy cool and a fun story.
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  39. I'd been holding it for hours and was dancing around about to wet myself~ These pants are tight, and the waistband was pressing on my bursting bladder, I slipped my hand under it to hold myself but it didn't help much. I grabbed tight with both hands, but I couldn't keep it in anymore and pee started gushing through my fingers. I wasn't wearing panties and the warmth felt amazing soaking into the soft fabric 💕 638001.mp4
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  40. There are a few where Snuppa pees wearing a skirt, here is another one. Girl_peeing_in_her_skirt.mp4
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  41. As another wave rushes over you, sending a shiver through your entire body, you decide now would be as good a time as any to go take a quick gander in the alcove. You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Now, would be a fair time to “examine” the paintings and you’d rather not put much thought into what happens after. Anything you might do as you’re admiring the artwork is merely an accident. Standing up from the windowsill, you let loose a small burp from your backside. “Eep~” You squeak, throwing your hands behind your back like you were covering up your butt. “N-Nibble.” You address the cat, believing deep down it could understand. “I’m just… going to step away for a moment. Please stay here.” The cat chirps and then tilts its head. It looks like it’s thinking for a moment and then protests your decision with a fierce hiss. “What?” You hiss back. “I’ll be a moment. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” With those somewhat cursed words uttered, you slowly walk along and vanish into the alcove. “I can’t believe I’m reduced to doing this…” The alcove is small and made of stone, on the four walls are four pictures of men you don’t know. You can only assume they are men famous within the guild. In their pictures they are dressed in the finest garments, giving you the feeling that they were of a high rank. You look up at them, admiring them and feel a pang of guilt for what was swirling near your butt. As you admire one of the pictures, you turn to your side, facing your butt to the corner and with a small push of force, you let break wind. The valve has been turned and all that pressure you were holding was finally going to be unleashed. Brrppt! A loud, high-pitched croak erupts from your butt, rumbling your cheeks as it escapes. You feel the twitches of your anus as it passes; the ripples could be felt tickling your hole as you let loose the vile sounding symphony of your butt. It’s a corker, loud enough to pierce the very heavens. The relief is overwhelming; the pressure in your stomach abates with every second of blissful release. The pleasure causes you to stand up straight, reaching up on the tip of your toes and the sensation rushes through your body. You grin and lean forward, raising your butt into the air. “Ahh~” You sigh and press your hands together, lips quivering. Five seconds. Five whole seconds your backside spent conducting a rather… ripe symphony. You top off your toot with a squeak and suddenly you feel much better. It’s like a great weight has been lifted from your gut and with that thought you immediately pat the back of your shorts to make sure no mud had been slung into your knickers. It was a dry one, though it had felt wet. “M-Much b-better.” You sigh, cheeks burning. Sweet, smelly relief. Thank the heavens nobody was here to hear. Then, you look up at the four paintings of the men and guilt plagues you. “I’m s-sorry.” You apologize, feeling it necessary to excuse your behaviour. You would very much like to avoid being haunted because you farted in the presence of a painting. It sounded silly but better safe than sorry. The air is… not pleasant. There was no need to think too hard about what smell tainted the air around you. You sweep your blouse, brush your hair and acting like nothing happened, you prepare to step back out into the alcove. You’re met with a surprise… Nibble sitting on the stairs, looking at you with a smirk. “H-Hey, I said to w-wait in the hall.” You yell, waving a finger angrily. “A girl needed some alone time!” His response is to sniff the air, and, much to your dismay, gag upon catching a whiff of what was lingering. Upon being cursed by the stench of your butt, he scampers back into the corridor, back toward fresh air. “Stupid cat.” You curse. Feeling much better, you pat your belly, relishing the somewhat faint relief you had been given from that expelling and decide to continue on. “Why did I even decide to do this?” You monologue, trying to piece together just how you’d managed to let a cat get you up off the privy. “I feel like I’m going to shit myself…” The cat can’t answer. He kisses your leg and trots off down the corridor, stopping in the doorway to make sure you’re still following. You are, though now you were pouting about it. Your long journey through the Fort finally ends when you arrive in an old antechamber occupied by a lonesome iron door. It’s eerie. It’s as if nobody has been here for a while; The walls are dusty, the rafters harbor cobwebs and undesirable bugs that watch you from the safety of the shadows, the scones are rusted and hanging from their hinges, some filled with old wax and ash. This was where the cat was to lead you? The cat kisses your leg and trots up to the iron door, where it hops up and starts scratching at it. You realize that’s your cue to open it and do exactly that. The door opens with a creak and reveals to you a large stone room. Nibble rushes in and you follow him. The old iron door slams shut. You find yourself in a study, a spacious study that almost resembles a classroom. Being here reminds you of the old studies back when you were at the Academy. The air is heavy with dust, the shutters are bolted over the windows, letting only the faintest sunlight in, and you can smell the old mouldy books gathering on the bookshelf. Ahead of you, standing over a table, is a tall man with long silver hair. He’s dressed in a long flowing black coat with wraps covering his arms. By his side is a small ornate wand crafted from dark wood. He doesn’t seem to care for yours and Nibbles entrance, he’s too busy reading. You take a few steps forward, past a few old benches. Nibbles rushes on ahead, and suddenly he vanishes into a plume of black smoke. The smoke rises and fills the room. What is left behind is not a cat, but rather a small, naked girl roughly the size of your hand and with a small black pointed tail. An Imp. She’s an Imp, hovering over the ground, her black hair flutters from the flapping of her wings. “I did your bidding, Master.” The little imp says to the elderly gentleman. She flies over and lands upon his shoulder. Like a shy child, she tugs at his collar. “Can I have my reward now?” Watching the small imp fly over to her master, you feel something inside you break. You stand frozen, your jaw agape as a feeling you can only describe as shame begins to fill you. She w-wasn’t a cat… i-it was an imp? S-She saw… on the privy… and heard that… in the Alcove. “Did you keep a low profile, like I told you?” An aged voice asks. “Yep! I went as Nibble, just like you told me too!” She looks back at you with a smug smirk and giggles. “I was going to be a rat and shoot up the privy hole.” Her giggles become laughter and she flutters over to her master once more. “Reward please, Master!” With a disgruntled ramble, the old man hunched over the study reaches for a small sack. He sticks his hand inside and pulls out a purple plum which he happily gives to the imp. “Yay! Plums! Plums! Plums! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” She squeals in delight, latches onto the plum given to her by her master and sits down on the table. She begins happily chomping on the purple fruit, her small devilish tail sweeping from side to side in glee. The man turns and faces you, sizing you up with dark squinting eyes. “Forgive her - she’s a Kniv, highly mischievous in nature.” He furrows his brow and concern arises on his face. “A-Are you okay? You’re looking a touch snowy?” Realizing the twist that you had been following an Imp, a sentient creature that completely understand every shameful thing you had been doing, you slap yourself out of the shock. “Haa… there’s no need to worry about me! I’m fine.” I’m about to shit myself… but I’m fine. “And no need to worry about Nidley.” You laugh awkwardly. “I figured that out the moment I met her.” You mutter under your breath. “At least I don’t have a stinky butt.” Nidley hears you perfectly, looking up from her plums and pouting like a child. She taunts you, slapping her backside and wiggling it in a poor attempt to mock you. “Stinky butt, stinky butt, stinky butt!” “Nidley! Hush!” The old man raises his finger to the little Kniv hovering by his shoulder. “You’re ruining my concentration.” “Sorry, master.” The Kniv bows and returns to her meal of plum. “She does have a stinky butt though!” She giggles. “You should’ve smelled the one she let rip on the way here! It smelled like battered pudding!” You clench your fist and right now you’ve never felt a stronger urge to twat a small creature square in the face. “A pleasure to meet you face to face, Ms. Kenshiko.” He grins, though it is not the warmest grin. “I am Syndir Draxus, a Scholar here at Fort Victoria. Lucina, the vice-Guildmaster was kind enough to send your name to me.” He takes a few steps forward, proud, composed and without struggle despite his aged figure. “I trust Nidley did not find you at an inopportune time?” “Well, actually…” The Kniv glances over her shoulder and snickers menacingly before turning to her master and sitting on his shoulder. She leans forward and starts whispering into his ear. After a few silent words are spoken between them, Draxus sighs heavily. He lowers his shoulders, slams the book closed and whispers back to Nidley. “Hey!” The Kniv hops from his shoulder, glaring as if she is greatly offended by something Draxus had said. “You told me to find Shibo Kenshiko as soon as possible! It’s not my fault if I found her emptying her stinky butt in the privy.” “Nidley!” Draxus strikes her with a flick of his finger, swatting her away like a fly. “You will show some manners when we have a visitor.” He shakes his head in disgust. “Now, back to what I was saying: I was informed that you are a learner of Manifest magic, is this correct?” “It is.” You nod. “I haven’t practiced in quite some time, I must admit.” Acting composed is difficult when you’re trying your hardest to keep in a log. You’re impressed you’re holding on this long, though under this composed charade was a girl struggling to hold back her mess. You could feel your strength waning, and with that, your anus quivering, giving way for a brief moment to the scourge in your bowels. “That is not a problem for me.” Draxus waves his hand in the air. “The few Apprentices I have taught in the way of Manifest magic were all novices once. Why, one of my Apprentices is now a royal Guildhand.” He smiles, his eyes looking up as if he is reminiscing. “Anyhow, our Guildmaster has wished for me to extend an offer to undertake your apprenticeship with me, learning the very magic you wish to master. Does that interest you, Ms. Kenshiko?” It certainly did, though you were a little suspicious. Why the man could not simply leave you a letter and instead decided for this elaborate little courier and vague messages was beyond your understanding. Perhaps he simply had a flair for the dramatic? “I… Yes.” You’re unsure how to reply. “You can teach me how to properly use Manifest magic?” “Not just teach you it, I can teach you how to master it. How to harness the arcane!” He clenches his fist with purpose. “When I am done teaching you what I know, you will be able to create anything, the very world we inhabit shall become a canvas!” He booms, growing into his words. “Then, yes. Certainly.” You nod, a faint smile gleaming on your lips. "Excellent." Draxus puts his hands together with joy. "However, before we begin, I require a trial. A formality, to allow me to gain some insight into your knowledge of magic." "Trial?" "Yes, I will require you to create a simple illusion." Hearing that, Nidley shoots up from her meal. “M-Master, can I speak with you for a moment, please?” The Kniv leaps up onto his shoulder and pulls at his collar. As they vanish back toward the study to chat, you are left to stand and take in the old study you found yourself in. Your stomach was still hurting, but thankfully you felt like you still had some control for now. That fart had definitely vented the pipes so to speak, but it didn’t fix your problem. It merely delayed it. Even now, you could still feel a hard head trying its best to poke between your cheeks. Every attempt was met with your resistance; you’d clench your fists and pucker up until it retreated, protesting with a vile cramp. It was working, but you were beginning to feel weak. I hope this doesn’t take too long. I really need to get back to the privy. The old magus returns from whispering with Nidley. You notice in his hands he's carrying a small bottle of something. “Here drink this - it’s a numbing agent. Highly strong. I believe they use this on Bortski boars to subdue them.” Draxus slaps the bottle of tonic in your hands. The liquid inside is as black as tar, and twice as thick. You shake the bottle, watching the contents stick to the glass. You look up at the old Scholar, brow furrowed. “You expect me to drink such a mixture?” He looks over his shoulder, glaring. “You wish to learn the magic of manifesting, correct? First I must see what you are capable of. A single twitch, an urge to sneeze, even the smallest urge to urinate, they are all too distracting, they cause hassle for every novice summoner.” He pauses for breath and looks down at his book. “I must see what you are capable of without even the most minor of urges on your mind.” As you are staring down, Nidley, in a cloud of black smoke, appears on the bottle, sitting down with her legs crossed. With plum juice running down her chin she looks up at you, picks a piece of plum from her fangs and stares into your eyes. “I’d consider drinking it~” She says with a teasing tone. “You humans are feeble spellcasters, especially when you have full tummies.” She wraps her arms around her stomach and does a mocking potty dance in your face. “If you overexert yourself doing Master’s trial, you might end up with a pie in your pants.” She giggles. “How embarrassing would that be, huh?” Staring down at the black tar like tonic, you can’t help but feel the annoying little Kniv had a point. If you were to perform a simple test of magic, you’d need a clear mind and right now your mind was anything but clear. All you could think of was dumping this weight in your gut. However, there was no telling what this stuff would do, the side-effects could be horrible, you could even void your bowels right here and now… What do you wish to do? >Chug the potion (Shibo will be unable to feel anything for a short time) >Decline the potion and perform the trial
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  42. “Sorry, I just used the last of it.” You tell her as you stroll back to the sink and begin washing your hands. “Toss…” Ledley hisses. You hear the flicking of papers and an aggressive tear of the books pages. “Better not cut my arse.” You hear her hiss again. “Oh hey, Shibo?” She calls out from the stall, sounding in somewhat higher spirit than she did dabbing paper against her arse. “Since you’re an Apprentice you’re probably looking for something to do, right?” You rub some soap on your hands and let them rest under the warm water. “What do you mean?” You look over your shoulder and ask her as if she’s stood right there. “Well, you’ll be wanting to prove yourself, right?” You hear the tear of more paper. “I… suppose?” You don’t quite grasp what she means, but you’re intrigued. Had you not proven yourself by becoming an Apprentice? The stall door unclicks and Ledley emerges buckling up her belt. She pats her stomach and grins, relishing a good drop at the privy. It must’ve been a good one for her to be smiling. Her long brown hair covers her eyes and her sleeves are rolled up. The book she was carrying seems to be missing a few pages. She walks over to the sink, puts the book down beside her and washes her hands. “One of the commanders is gathering some of the new blood in the training halls later, you should come along if you have the time.” You both finish washing your hands. Ledley wipes off the water against her trousers. “He’s looking for the few Apprentices who aren’t utterly shite for training. Me and Yuka will be there.” She rams a fist into her hand with a menacing grin. “We’re going to be putting the new blood through their paces.” Ledley walks you out. It takes all your mental and physical strength to conceal that you were still burdened by your bowels. You move stiffly, almost dragging your feet while all your willpower is keeping your butthole puckered. “Well that was fun. Reminds me of the army, shitting with somebody else beside me.” She pats your shoulder, much to your embarrassment. You’d like to be thought of as more than a shitting partner. You weren’t even a good one. “Remember, training halls.” She repeats herself as she disappears into the common room. Here you are, alone once more. But you’re quickly reminded that you were not really alone as you feel a light furry face brushing up against your face. The cat walks in front of you and sits down. It’s grinning. “This better not take long…” You groan, holding off a fearful push from your load. It tightens your stomach and quickly lets go. “Lead the way.” You trudge along, ignoring the searing cramps twisting your gut furiously. Just a little while, you could hold it. Nibble rushes ahead of you, though he never strays too far off. He leads you through the common room, past a group of Guildhands who are boasting of their previous venture and out in the corridors. They pay you no mind, which was great, since you must’ve looked two steps from falling down in a heap; hunched over with your hand pressing into your stomach. You walk along the halls to the Northeast wing, hobbling with a hand on your stomach and a grimace contorting your face. Every step hurt, every small force against your body subjected you to the horrible feeling of the load in your belly. Every step was a curse for all that gorging you’d done last night. The worst comes just a minute later; your stomach starts to gurgle and the cramps begin to intensify. “Uuu…” You whimper, straightening yourself up and forcing all your strength into holding back the storm. All it takes is one misplaced step. Prrbbt. You stop dead in your tracks, eyes wide with horror. The noise slips through, rumbling your cheeks and breaking in the air with an immodest squeak. As relieving as it felt, it was nothing compared to the shame. You groan, ignore what the fart you had just done and keep going, following Nibble. It’s hard, the urges get worse, every step is another call to break wind. It’s like a vent overflowing with steam. Your body was doing all it could to relieve the growing pressure in your gut. Your stomach gurgles and your anus starts twitching. You bite down on your lip as hard as you can, hiding the cramps behind the feeling of your teeth pushing down against your lip. It doesn’t work. You start swaying your butt side-to-side, resembling a potty dance in the hopes of working off the urge. Finally… it’s too much. With a whimper, you grind to a halt when you’re finally alone in a corridor. You sit down on the windowsill, wriggling to push your butt firmly against the stone. It tickles. Nibble hops up onto the window you’re leaning against and rubs his face against you. You look down at him and he looks ahead, urging you to keep going. “Just give me a second. To catch my breath.” You lie. The cat hisses, clearly displeased with your answer. “You get to have a moment to compose yourself if I ever disturb you while you’re in your litter tray.” You pout. “Just a second, is all.” I really need to fart… I feel like I’m going to explode. You squirm, and squirm, and squirm, wiggling your butt and whimpering like a helpless child. You really wanted to do it; just lean forward, give yourself a firm push and vent the steam so to speak. A few apprentices walk past the corridor and that’s when you knew you couldn’t just do it here. Imagine if somebody walked past, or even worse, managed to smell the cursed air you would produce. It’s then you do notice a small chamber across from you; a little stone room with a few paintings and a staircase. Suddenly, you feel a beaming smile growing. Surely, there’d be no crime if you were to trot off in there, maybe look at a few pictures and if you were to accidentally break wind? Well… a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. What do you wish to do? >Go into the alcove and break wind >Hold it, pucker up, and keep going
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