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  1. Just sharing a quick account of an experience from yesterday... I was in the bathroom cleaning the sink and mirror when my wife (who was working on cleaning the kitchen at the time) all of a sudden made a mad dash into the bathroom, saying "oh my god, oh my god, I need to pee" as she quickly dashed to the toilet right in front of me. With one motion she undid and pulled down her pants but then had to reach again to get her underwear down separately for some reason. It happened as quick as a flash almost, but in this split second looking right towards her, I saw pee coming out as she got her underwear down before even sitting down on the toilet. Panties were definitely wet. She said it came on all of a sudden while cleaning the kitchen counter and she immediately ran to the bathroom, saying it started coming out as she was getting her underwear down. Definitely my surprise of the day.
    10 points
  2. Hi... Sorry English is not my native language but I will try to explain the situation the best I can... Today, I had to go to the center of the town to buy various stuff. I have a friend who I chat with her and she is really into omo, and we started to chat and we were talking about what we love more into omo, and public wetting is one of the things we like but we never did. 15 days ago a just let few drops into my jeans while chatting it was awesome and we remembered this fantastic moment and I'm out from home so this can be repeated... So I will try to no get to the bathroom today I see if I can hold during all the day... I was wearing one of my favs jeans, very well fitted to me... I do my businees in town, the day was sunny, I wa thirsty so I bought a fuit juice to get hydrated. and I go to take the metro to back home. I have to take a metro then change to the autobus. I passed 4 hours in the town center, i's like 5h30PM the sun will go out and it's time to go back. I finish with a little time to drink my juice and I go to the metro... i feel I have to pee but something regular... When I sat down I started to have a more need to pee... I arrived and into the trasboration from metro to autobus, I get attraped in a rain so I take refuge into a cash machine office, I started to feel I really need to pee... With this rain it was really hard it doesn't help me a lot the only thing I won is to need to pee more! I was chatting with my friend and she says me hold it yes you can do it! But if you pee your pants no problem... 10 minuts later, the rain trun off and I go to take the autobus. At the moment i was waiting for it... .. I really have to pee... and the buses were crowded so... I had to wait, 10 minutes later I can catch one I I go for 25 minuts more of traject. My bladder was really full, I was stand, each movement made me thought I will drop! I was moving slowly my legs and try to ignore my really full bladder... My friend was sending me pictures of cascads and fountains so I didn't looked at the phone during the traject😂 3 stations before arriving I was very baaad, my belt was making pressure over my bladder I was thinking I'll arrive soon please... My heard was making bum bum bum... Finally I arrived, I go out from the station and I said my friend I can't anymore and she says me, don't worry, just do it... There was a lot pof people near the station so I found a more quiet place, I was really dark, the sun was gone and without doing any effort I feel someting hot in by boxers... I say to my friend look! I'm leaking but I stopped, she says me don't worry, do it! My heat was racing bam bam bam... It felt absolutely awesome, this time I really wet my pants totally in public! I stayed there 10 minuts chatting with her some really sweet things and about what just happened to me... I had to walk 10 mins to home, it was night so I did, I passed front of people idk if they noticied but no matter... A took a detalled look of the damages I did to my jeans... I really had to pee... And I ended having a fully clothed shower I enjoyed it sooo much, I hope you too, I'm happy to share it with you! Much love 🥰🥰😍💖
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  3. I finally had some time to be wet and naughty. So I finished my alcoholic drink and followed it up with a liter of tea. Soon I was getting squirmy. I tried to diasract myself from my full bladder by reading. It didn't really work that well. And the tight waistband of my grey sweatpants wasn't helping much either. I had spent a week being a good little girl, dry and quite boring. More time than I have been used to lately. I had been longing for the chance to wet these bottoms. They have such a soft, fluffy fleece lining. Perfect for peeing in. I wasn't going for a long, drawn out, intense desperate holding. I just wanted to hold long enough to wet get satisfyingly wet. As I lay in bed getting nice and tight and full, I put down my book and began pressing my tummy, rubbing it, massaging it. Legs crossed, squeezing, grinding against my hand, I felt the tingling and throbbing, not for peeing, but for a full bladder, urethra pulsing orgasm. I began pressing harder, squeezing my legs and my tummy tighter, grinding faster, pushing tiny spurts of piss out and then quickly stopped the flow. My back was arching, my head thrown back against my pillow, my moaning and panting louder and faster. Then came the first pleasure I was craving. I laid on my bed and came hard in my already damp bottoms, wetting them a little more with my squirting, hands free, orgasm. That made my urge to pee drop from an 8 to about a 4, and I went back to reading. Of course after that, the urgency hits me again pretty hard, and suddenly, after less than five minutes I was back up to about a 9. I laid there for a little bit, hand crammed between my legs, rubbing the damp fabric, pressing my knees together, and writhing around in again. Of course I could have held more, but the temptation was too great. And the wonderful smell of pissy clothes only made my want to soak myself even more. i was reading for the second pleasure I was needing. So I slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, moaning for a good piss, and made my way to the bathroom, grabbed the small bin and squatted down to pee through my pants. Of course the release of piss and the wetting of my pants gave me quite the thrill, especially since I've been really wanting it for a while, but watching it on my screen as it was happening and also the naughtiness of making a puddle, which I was told specifically not to do, felt even more exciting. These fluffy soft sweatpants feel so comfy dry, but omg when they're wet...mmmm. I'm going to have to keep them on and rewet them little by little all evening! https://www.mediafire.com/download/2bnipehig2a2m72
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    found this on VK recently, don't think it has been posted here before (or at least I can't find it) a brunette girl wetting wearing only her panties, she squirms and breathes heavily/moans before letting go. NUDITY WARNING about halfway through takes her panties off and continues peeing naked
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  5. I've been waiting to do this ever since I got these bottoms. YouCut_20200613_200108777.mp4
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  6. Another commission by daveshuyi! This one stars Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima. The premise is that Rias and Sona's teams have set up what is essentially an escape-room gauntlet, and Rias and Akeno have to compete against Sona and Tsubaki in a race. Naturally, the two wind up quite desperate, with no access to a bathroom during the competition! “Akeno, are you ready?” “Of course, President.” Akeno and Rias stood in the center of their club’s room, and the familiar red circle appeared beneath their feet. They transported away and appeared before what appeared to be an old, abandoned warehouse, where members of both the student council and the occult club were waiting for them Not a few seconds later, Sona and Tsubaki also appeared, dressed in their typical attire and looking calm and relaxed. “Now, I’ll restate the terms of our competition,” Sona began, “This warehouse has been modified to contain two five-room paths. Each of the five rooms is locked, and each team will need to solve the puzzles in the room to find the key to the next room. Both teams will be monitored by both sides to prevent cheating. Whichever team manages to clear all five puzzle rooms first will be declared the winner,” Sona concluded, then looked over at Rias expectantly. “I accept these terms,” Rias nodded. “Very well. Let’s proceed to the starting line.” Rias and Akeno stepped into the warehouse, followed by Sona and Tsubaki. The inside had been heavily modified, with a small entranceway leading to two doors on either side. Presumably, these doors lead to the starting room for each path. Yuuto and Tomoe entered behind them as well, and Yuuto held up his hand like a referee. “On three, both teams may enter their respective doors,” Yuuto announced. Rias and Akeno took their place in front of the right door, though which one they picked really didn’t matter, as the paths were identical. Sona and Tsubaki picked the left, and Yuuto began counting down. “Good luck,” Sona smiled at Rias. “Same to you,” Rias grinned back. “Three… two… one!” Both teams entered their doors and Rias and Akeno took in the first room. It looked like the foyer to a grand mansion, with white walls, red carpet, and oldschool decorum, such as a map and a painting with thick, gilded frames. A globe and a small bookshelf sat in the corner, and a door sat on the other side of the room. In the center of the room was a white basin of crystal-clear water. “Oh my, they certainly went all-out, didn’t they?” Akeno smiled. “Let’s not get distracted, here,” Rias crossed her arms, looking around the room, “Let’s see, the logical first step is to check the map, since it might relate to the globe in the corner. You check the globe and tell me if you see anything.” The two got to work unraveling the puzzles in the first room. It was a simple puzzle. The map was marked with numbered circles, and they had to rotate the globe in order. Once they did, a book from the bookshelf was pushed outwards, and in it was a combination. Some cursory searching later, and they found a small safe behind the other painting. They put the code into the safe, and it opened. Inside were two small wine glasses and a note. Akeno pulled the note out and began reading. “Although I am clear as crystal, I conceal what you seek. Partake of me, and enlightenment will show you the way,” Akeno read aloud, “My, my, whatever could that mean?” Rias’s eyes immediately darted to the center of the room and the basin of water there. She first ran her hands along the bottom, but rather than a key, she felt a faint hint of magic. “I think the key’s sealed in here. It seems like we’re supposed to drink the water.” “Are you sure, President? That is quite a lot of water,” Akeno hesitated, “Then again, the riddle does say partake, and there were these glasses in the safe.” “It might look like a lot, but it should be fine with the both of us,” Rias pointed out, “Let’s hurry.” Sure enough, the second they finished, a magic circle appeared at the bottom of the basin, and the key was revealed. Rias grabbed the key and unlocked the first door, glaring back at the basin like it was her enemy. “My, that was unpleasant,” Akeno noted, placing a hand on her stomach, “Are you doing alright, President?” “Yes, let’s just keep moving,” Rias replied, a little more sharply than she had intended. In truth, she was feeling quite a bit of discomfort. Her full stomach was one thing, but her larger concern was lower down. Her bladder was starting to send signals of its fullness, and she just realized it had been a while since she went to the bathroom. That, in addition to all the water she just drank, would certainly catch up to her soon. Rias and Akeno stepped into the second room and took it in. It was decorated like a traditional Japanese-style room, complete with a kotatsu and tatami mats on the floor. Akeno made a beeline for the far wall to check a large scroll hung there, and Rias bent down to check under the kotatsu. As she crouched down on the ground, she felt her bladder signal in protest, and she placed a hand on her abdomen. My bladder’s filling up faster than I thought. That water must be getting to me. “Prez? Are you okay?” Akeno looked down at Rias, a look of concern on her face. “Y-yes, I’m fine!” Rias replied. Realizing she had frozen up, she moved to check under the kotatsu, ignoring her bladder’s protests. Rias pulled out a small box that had been hidden under the kotatsu and stood up, grateful that she was no longer in a crouched position.This room’s puzzle was a bit more involved than the first room, and they kept finding things out of order. Not to mention Rias kept getting distracted by her filling bladder. Once it seemed like they had found all the clues, they got to work trying to solve the room. They were stumped for a little bit, but eventually they figured out how to solve the puzzle, and found the key to the next room. Rias and Akeno stepped into the third room, and the first thing Rias noticed was that it was significantly colder. It was almost like some kind of walk-in freezer, with metal walls and various supplies. The cold did nothing to help her full bladder, and while Akeno wasn’t looking, she jammed a hand between her legs and shuffled around. Both girls split off to search the room as quickly as possible. Rias rubbed her thighs together in place as she rummaged through a metal cabinet on the side of the wall. Almost immediately, Rias found a small, green key. She glanced towards the lock on the door, and noticed it was also colored green. Without thinking, Rias made a beeline for the door. “Prez, wait, if you find any keys, don’t-” Instantly, two magic circles appeared underneath Rias’s legs, and ice formed around them, freezing her feet to the ground. The cold sent chills up her spine, and with her legs stuck apart, Rias let a leak out into her panties. This is really bad! My bladder’s really full, and the cold’s making it so much worse! “My my,” Akeno shook her head, “Sorry, I was just about to warn you. I found this note and a blue key. The riddle mentions there are three keys in this room, each one representing an element. It’s likely that we need to use the element key that counters the element color on the lock to proceed.” “S-sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Rias sighed, running her hand through her red hair in frustration. “Are you sure you’re okay, Pres?” Akeno asked again, “You’ve seemed restless and uncomfortable since the first room.” “I’m fine, I was just rushing,” Rias stated, “Just, come over here and help me out of this trap.” As Akeno moved over to Rias, she clenched herself and shuffled in place, trying to press her thighs together in vain. She was pretty desperate at this point, but as Akeno was drawing closer, she was forced to let go of her crotch. Suddenly, a strong spasm shot through Rias, and she doubled over in place. She quickly jammed both hands between her spread legs. Despite her efforts, a few small drops leaked out into her panties. Still, she had managed to avoid a bigger leak. She held herself until the wave passed, and let out a slight sigh of relief. “Oh my, prez,” Akeno smiled, placing her cheek on her hand, “What was with that outburst just now? Could it be that you’ve been holding it in, Riasu-chan?” Akeno asked, her tone making it clear she knew the answer. Rias let out a sigh, and nodded, “I was preparing for the challenge and I got distracted, and didn’t go before the game. Plus all that water we drank is getting to me.” “My my, isn’t that cute~ Our diligent president, working so hard she forgets her own bodily needs,” Akeno smiled, hugging Rias from behind, and making sure to run a hand across Rias’s abdomen, “But you really should take better care of yourself~” “Just hurry and get me out of this trap,” Rias demanded, crossing her arms. Akeno giggled and with a snap of her fingers, the magic trap faded and the ice shattered. With that done, they were able to breeze through the elemental locks and find the key that opened the door. The problem was, the key was in a small plastic ball at the bottom of a narrow tube, and neither Akeno nor Rias could fit their hands down in it. “I bet they want us to use some kind of liquid to make the ball float so we can retrieve the key,” Rias deduced. “Hmm, there’s probably a container of water we have yet to find,” Akeno pointed out, “But we do have some liquid we can use, and you can relieve yourself at the same time.” Rias blushed bright red, “W-what? Absolutely not! Did you forget everyone’s watching us! It’s not just you and me in here. Besides, that would probably constitute cheating.” “Suit yourself, Prez,” Akeno shrugged, “I’ll go find the container. Try to hold on, okay?” Akeno found the container surprisingly quickly, and she began pouring the liquid into the tube. She turned to watch Rias as she tipped the bottle slowly, pouring the liquid out so it splashed audibly as it hit the bottom of the tube. Rias’s bladder screamed in protest at the sound, and Rias shot Akeno a glare as she danced desperately in place. However, she noticed Akeno shuffling as well. She was pressing her thighs together, as though the sound was also getting to her, and Rias wondered if Akeno had to pee. She did drink from that large basin of water too, after all. And come to think of it, she’d been with me the whole time I was studying in the clubroom. This next room appeared to be a study, with a desk and two large bookshelves along both walls. Rias steeled herself and gave her crotch a brief squeeze before stepping into the room fully and starting to search. Things were getting much harder at this point, though. Not only was each room getting more difficult, but Rias was having a hard time focusing clearly on anything but her mounting desperation. She could feel her swollen bladder shifting uncomfortably whenever she had to make any sudden movements. It was starting to bulge out, something she could feel whenever she placed a hand on her abdomen. She glanced over at Akeno every once in a while, and it was clear that her queen was also suffering from a full bladder. Her breathing was heavy and she was avoiding bending down and spreading her legs as much as possible. Also, when she thought Rias wasn’t looking, she would briefly hold herself, or dance in place. It would be clear to the people watching them that they both needed to pee. As they made slow progress on the puzzle, Akeno smiled over at Rias, who had stopped to jam her hands between her legs, “Are you regretting not using the tube to relieve yourself, Prez?” “No, I’m fine, I can hold it,” Rias shot back, though she wasn’t entirely confident of that statement herself, “Moreover, you keep teasing me, but you have to pee too, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” “My my, is it that obvious?” Akeno placed a hand on her cheek, blushing, “Y-yes, my bladder is also getting quite full. Though you’re clearly in much worse of a shape than I am.” “L-let’s just focus on getting through this puzzle before we both wet ourselves,” Rias frowned, crossing her arms. The puzzle involved many of the books, which made it hard to get through quickly. Eventually, however, they managed to reveal a hidden arrow that pointed down to something behind the desk. “It seems like there’s something hidden behind there,” Akeno pointed out, “The only problem is, one of us will have to bend down to get it. I’m sure that will be quite taxing on our bladders.” “You mean your bladder,” Rias pointed out, crossing her arms, “You’re going to retrieve it.” “B-but, Prez, shouldn’t we at least-” “You teased me a lot in that last room, but you forget that I am your master,” Rias stated firmly, “You are my loyal slave, and you will retrieve it.” Akeno didn’t seem the least bit bothered or upset, merely nodding, “Yes, President.” Rias watched Akeno bend over and reach down behind the desk. As she watched, she stood there and danced in place, shuffling her weight from leg to leg as she rubbed her abdomen. In her current position, Akeno’s skirt had ridden up, putting her panties on full display. It was hard to see on the frilly black material, but there was definitely a small wet patch where Akeno had leaked. “A-ah!” Akeno let out a cry, and Rias saw her snake her arm underneath her body and jam her fingers into her crotch from behind. A few small drops streamed out and dribbled onto the floor. After a bit more struggling, Akeno finally straightened herself, holding up a key. Her face was bright red, and she took a brief moment to shuffle in place desperately. “G-got it!” “V-very good, let’s hurry up.” The two made their way into the final room, and immediately Rias’s heart sunk. The room was decorated like a fancy bathroom, complete with a large bathtub, a gilded mirror, and much to both of their dismay, a fountain running in the corner. Immediately both girls jammed their hands between their legs, squirming around at the sound. “T-this is really bad,” Rias noted, “Let’s focus and work on this quickly!” “R-right!” Akeno agreed. The two danced and squirmed, trying their best to ignore the tortuous splashing noise the fountain produced as they fumbled through the final puzzle.The fact that nearly the whole room was filled with the sounds of running water was torture, and Rias bit her lip as she danced in place, waiting for it to be over. Suddenly, her bladder spasmed again, and Rias dropped to the floor. She jammed her heel into her crotch and wriggled around desperately as the mounting pressure nearly made her lose control. A few hot spurts of pee escaped, trickling through her damp panties and onto the heel of her foot. She looked up at Akeno, who wasn’t faring much better. The girl had both hands clamped desperately down on her crotch, and she was scissoring her legs back and forth. Finally, they solved one of the puzzles, and a small click was heard near the fountain. Both girls begrudgingly moved to investigate, only to find that four switches, two on either side of the fountain, appeared. Akeno tried to press each switch, but it appeared that all that did was light them up for a brief second. As she wriggled in desperation, she turned back to Rias and frowned. “I think they have to all be pressed at the same time, and the fountain’s big enough that I can’t reach them all alone,” Akeno pointed out. Rias shuffled in place, pressing her thighs together, “Alright, quickly, on three!” Both girls were forced to use both hands to press all four switches down at once. The switches all lit up and the fountain finally stopped running, a key appearing at the top.Immediately, Rias pulled her hands from the water and jammed them between her legs. Akeno danced in place before grabbing the key, and both girls hurried out towards the exit. They unlocked the final door and hobbled out, only to find that Sona and Tsubaki had emerged before them. They had lost, but Rias didn’t care about that right now, all she wanted was to make it to the toilets before she wet herself. The two approached Sona, and realized that Sona and Tsubaki also looked to be desperate, both dancing in place as they spotted Rias and Akeno heading towards them. “You guys too, huh? We just finished up too. That basin at the beginning…” Sona frowned, “I wonder if they added a diuretic to the water.” “We can worry about that later,” Rias pointed out, “What should we do?” “The school, I’ll transport us there, and-” Akeno began, before pausing to double over and jam a hand between her legs. “No time,” Sona frowned, “I’ll-” Suddenly, another room appeared before them, and the four looked over, confused. On the sign on the outside was a ladies’ room sign. “A restroom?” Tsubaki asked. Sona narrowed her eyes as she adjusted her glasses, “This was definitely planned, then.” “Who cares, I’m gonna wet myself here!” Tsubaki rushed in. She flashed the group with her panties as she lunged towards the door, and it was clear that she had already leaked a lot. Sona’s eyes widened, “H-hey, let me go first!” But it was too late. Tsubaki slammed the door behind her, leaving Sona and team Gremory squirming outside the bathroom. “W-well, we technically won, so I’m going after her!” Sona stated, taking her place at the front of the line. She was dancing and squirming around desperately, and it was clear she was in a similar state to Rias and Akeno. “Y-you can go first, Prez,” Akeno noted, stepping behind Rias. She said it calmly, but it was clear both of them were on the verge of wetting themselves. Sona let out a sudden eep and doubled over as a small spurt escaped from between her legs. She blushed furiously and jammed both hands against her crotch, staving the flow. The sight was almost too much for Rias, and she doubled over and squeezed herself. Finally, Tsubaki exited the bathroom, letting out a relieved sigh and Sona rushed in frantically. Rias, now right outside the door, could hear the strong, forceful stream as Sona peed into the toilet. The noise was unbearable, and Rias crossed her legs together and danced in place, feeling her aching bladder begging for relief. “I’m sorry, Prez,” she heard from Akeno behind her. She glanced back and saw Akeno, dancing as frantically as her, doubled over with both hands jammed up her skirt. She made a few more desperate squirms before a strong stream of pee erupted from between her legs. It streamed through her fingers even as she pressed them against her crotch, soaking her panties and running down her long, curvy legs. She smiled, though her face was bright red, as she fully wet herself behind Rias. The sight and sound was too much for Rias’s taxed bladder. Even as she heard the toilet flush behind the door in front of her, she knew she wasn’t going to make it. Rias clamped down hard and tried to muster all her strength, but it was no use. Her overtaxed bladder sent one last wave of desperation over her, and the floodgates burst open. A strong, steady flow poured out from between her legs, soaking her skirt and panties. Rias let an almost pleasured moan of relief out as her taxed bladder emptied itself there. She could feel her hot pee run down her legs soaking her socks and shoes and pooling on the ground beneath her. She’d nearly been holding it the whole competition, and now that she was finally peeing, the sheer bliss of her relief washed over her and nearly made her collapse. She staggered and was forced to place her hand on the door in front of her to support herself. She finally finished peeing, and the door in front of her opened, Sona stepping out and realizing what had happened. “O-oh, I’m sorry, I-” “It’s fine, it’s not your fault, we were all in the same boat,” Rias pointed out, “Now, to get to the bottom of this.” Rias wasn’t sure who was responsible, but she honestly wasn’t even that concerned. Her mind was still hazy from the relief of peeing, and all she cared about now was getting herself cleaned up and resting. “Akeno, let’s head back to the club room, I want to take a bath,” Rias pointed out. “May I join you, I seem to be in need of one as well,” Akeno pointed out, raising up her soaked skirt for emphasis. “Of course,” Rias nodded. The End
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  7. I have one of those rare stretches of days where I have more privacy at home than usual. I'm really thinking tomorrow I may do rapid desperation to prepare, and once I'm really struggling to hang on, between 8 and 9 out of 10, hop in the car and drive 45 minutes north to a rest area. Some of my most embarrassing moments - where all of this almost certainly originated - were losing control in front of others. And while I've wet in public plenty of times, and surely been seen with wet pants obviously having wet myself, losing control and having a full blown accident while rushing toward the toilet with people around is humiliating in a different way. I've never fully embraced having an accident that people may actually witness unfold, outside of the few genuine accidents I've had. In a weird way, I think I need to willingly experience that humiliation to get over my past traumas. So I think I may do that tomorrow in gray casual work pants, gray briefs, and a fleece jacket that won't cover nearly enough. I hope I can muster up the courage! *and yes, the accident would almost certainly happen outside. No inside cleanup.
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  9. The guy Kills it for me. It's like watching one of those idiot Paul Brothers.
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  10. Note: this is my fantasy of how I hope things go if I tell my boyfriend about this fetish. Warning -- includes sexual content. Oh, hello reader. I'm so glad you could join me. Let me tell you the story of how I introduced my boyfriend to this little fetish you and I share. For the sake of this story, we're going to name him Freddie. Now, Freddie and I have been dating for nearly a year. For the past several months, due to Covid, I've been living with my grandmother and he's been living with his mom, which, as you can imagine, does not leave us with much alone time. If any. Fortunately, we're both starting jobs and we're moving into an apartment together and I've finally convinced myself to have the talk with him. You know the one. No, no, silly. Not the birds and the bees, that would be weird. The talk where I tell him all about my love for wetting. That talk. And you're going to be there every step of the way. I texted him this morning and told him not to make any plans tonight. I know his schedule and he's typically free on Saturday nights -- luckily, I was correct. Date night is on the books! He keeps asking me questions about what we're doing, but I refuse to answer. I can be stubborn in that way. I'm on my way to pick him up. The back seat of my Subaru is down and I've made a bed out of it. I'd estimate there are between 6-8 blankets and 6 pillows and I'm very proud of how comfortable it is. I just picked up a veggie pizza, two mango white claws, water, and a bag of salt and vinegar chips (our favorite) and I can feel the nerves start to flutter around in my stomach. Since I'm sure you want to know, I'm wearing black Lululemon leggings and a dark gray long sleeve that I reverse tie-dyed so it's perfect for this spooky season. I don't even own a real bra any more, so I am wearing a white sports bra (itty bitty titty committee over here, but my booty makes up for it!). I just put a blindfold on him and walked him to my car. I don't want him to see the backseat and guess what we're doing! He keeps asking why my car smells like olives. I think he knows I have pizza for him ... or at the very least, he hopes it's pizza. I told him to take his blindfold off and he seems to be very excited about the date. He's never been to the drive-in movies before. I'm parking in the back corner, far from any of the handful of other cars. He just posted a boomerang of me, the car bed, and the pizza on his story -- god, I love him. Our shoes are off and we're settled on top of the blankets (it's still pretty damn hot in AZ right now) and he's diving into his pizza while we wait for the movie to start. I bought tickets for the 2018 Halloween and it's a double feature with the Nun or something terrifying right after. Now my nerves are really buzzing. I'm starting to think this conversation isn't a good idea. What if he's disgusted and breaks up with me? This could be the worst decision I've ever made, but I can't go the rest of my life without telling him. And it'll just get harder the longer it goes on for. Okay brain, thanks for the pep talk. Let's do this. We're about thirty minutes into the movie now. Do I have to pee or am I just nervous? Probably both. The food has been put away and he's laying on his back. My head is on his chest. Me: "I want to tell you something." Freddie: "Okay ... let's hear it." Me: "Remember when we talked about our fetishes and we both said that we don't have any?" Freddie: "Yeah, why? What's up?" Me: "I lied." Freddie: "Why would you lie about that?" Me: "Because we had just started talking and I was embarrassed. I still am embarrassed." Freddie: "Babe, you know I love you. I told you I'm down to try anything with you. We're going to be together a long time and our sex is going to get boring at some point. We're going to want to try new things. You have no reason to be embarrassed. Tell me! I'm curious now." I take a deep breath. Me: "I like pee." I'm afraid to look at him. He hasn't said anything, so of course I'm going to keep talking. Me: "I mean, I don't like to drink it or be peed on necessarily, but ... it really turns me on when I kind of wet myself and sometimes I do it on purpose when I'm masturbating. Like, I don't have any interest in it being anywhere near my face, but sometimes I think about you wetting yourself and it's really hot and--" Freddie: "Babe. Hey, calm down. I'm processing this. I can't believe you haven't told me before." Me: "I was scared. I'm not asking you to do anything, I just didn't want to hide it from you and--" Freddie: "I want to try it." Me: "What?" Freddie: "I said ... I want to try it. If it turns you on, it turns me on." Oh my god. Did my lovely reader hear what he just said? He wants to indulge me. Oh my lanta, this is an actual dream come true. I mean, seriously, I've dreamt about this happening. We're kissing now. I love his mouth on mine. I roll over so I'm straddling his hips and I realize how hard he is. I groan softly and grind against him, my hands on either side of his head to support my body. Freddie: "Do you want to try it now? I don't want to ruin your car ..." I take another deep breath and lean back to study him. He looks so genuine. So ... turned on. I nod cautiously and we're kissing again. I've never been one to have a shy bladder, but I'm thinking too much and my body refuses to accept that I'm supposed to let go while I'm on top of my boyfriend. My lips are starting to feel raw and I think it's in this momentary distraction that I feel it -- a spurt. I gasp and it's followed by a second, then a third, before I instinctively freeze and squeeze my pelvic floor musculature. I realize my head is against his chest and I can feel his heart beating and then he moans softly and I can feel him flex his bulge against me. Oh my god. My panties are wet (soaked, actually, and not just from pee) and my inner thighs feel moist and warm. I'm blushing hard, but unable to prevent myself from rubbing against his damp sweatpants. His moan is all the encouragement I need. I'm relaxed now and I'm kissing and sucking on his neck as a steady trickle soaks through my leggings, tickling my inner thighs and pooling where our hips meet before it overflows and saturates the blankets around my knees and his bum. He's squirming beneath me, his hands firmly grasping my hips to keep me connected to him. I have never been this turned on. My bladder empties all too soon and my flow stops. We're both breathing hard, rubbing against each other, our wet clothes sticking to our skin. I feel Freddie shift beneath me and then I'm on my back. I'll have to ask him later how he did that in such a cramped space. The saturated blankets quickly soak the seat of my pants and my shirt across my low back. I hear myself whimper and I place a hand between my legs to rub myself. I watch him as he looks around to ensure our privacy has been maintained, then he closes the rear gate of the car and looks down at me with lust in his eyes. As he kneels between my bent knees, I notice that his light gray sweatpants are dark across the waistband and halfway down his thighs, then my eyes focus on where his head is straining against the fabric. He grunts with slight effort and ... an unexpected orgasm rips through my body, causing my toes to curl and my back to arch off the blanket. "Fucking hell," I cry out, unable to look away as piss cascades through his sweatpants in a quick succession of spurts, pitter-pattering on the blankets between my legs. I lift myself up, place my hands on his bum, and pull him on top of me. He continues wetting and I'm rubbing him, bucking my hips in pure desperation, my legs trembling. His stream stops, but my hand doesn't, and he moans something along the lines of 'oh, god' as we both orgasm into our wet pants. FINISH Thank you for reading 🙂 feedback is appreciated. I think I bounced between tenses quite a bit, I always struggle with that. I also didn't edit the last two paragraphs because ... well, I was a little distracted.
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  11. Hi there! So the past few days, I have had the worst bout of tonsillitis of my life. We don't think it's Coronavirus, but my doc has recommended I follow Covid procedure just to be safe, since there's some overlap in the symptoms, and no tests to be taken. So I'm off work for two weeks, and now that I'm capable of doing more than laying in bed, feeling feverish and sorry for myself while staring at reddit, the fortnight at home has given me plenty of time to write. I've been drawing inspiration from some of the times in the past couple years I've had genuine accidents. They're rare, despite what it may seem, and normally if I want to have an accident I'll deliberately set myself up for one. I wanted to tell you today about a completely genuine, unplanned accident I had just over a year ago, before I moved in to my current living situation. So strap in for another overly detailed, long-winded tale! The place I lived in before this was a house shared among three people, including the landlord. Someone, we shall never figure out who, tried to wash one of the landlord's dog beds in the communal washing machine. It tore itself to shreds, and got cushion fluff all into the inner mechanics of the washing machine, rendering it beyond repair. I lived in the same city as my parents then, and they were happy to let me borrow the washing machine. The place my parents live isn't the same place I grew up in. They have a proper Rust Belt apartment, complete with narrow hallways, rickety stairs with uneven, open gaps between them, handy thin walls you can chat to your neighbors through, a single shaky upstairs toilet I hate using, and more room in the basement than in the main living room. Why they chose to move there I'll never fully understand, but I was grateful to have a place to clean all my clothes, especially since I had put this trip off and now needed to wash the majority of my wardrobe. Besides, I hadn't seen them in a couple months, and this was the perfect excuse to have a nice, long visit with them. My dad has a white collar job, but a blue collar heart, so the first thing he did when I got there Friday evening with my enormous bag of clothes, was produce a twelve pack for us to drink together. I loaded my first batch of laundry into the tiny, clunky, old washing machine in the basement, came back upstairs, and enjoyed a beer with my dad (while watching him enjoy three or four) out on the porch in the cool spring air. It had yet to fully shake off winter, but the first brave few fireflies were out regardless. We watched them twinkle while dusk fell, swapping rants about work, politics, whatever. It was on the way back down the wooden, wobbly old stairs to the basement I first noticed my bladder was filling. It wasn't bad, like a 3/20, and besides, I hate using their toilet. My dad was rounding the corner on his fifth beer at this point anyway, so he'd be going to bed soon, and I wanted to keep chewing the fat with him, so I ignored it. By the time he hugged me goodnight and went to bed, it had built to a 5/20, but I had it in my head I could make it until I left their place and got back home. Besides, I only had two beers over three hours (I had to drive after all!) so it's not as if I was constantly filling my bladder with drink. I followed my dad back into their cramped living room, bid my goodbyes to him with my mom, and sat down with her to charge my phone and chat. My mom had me well later in life, and falls very early in the Baby Boomer range. As such, she's an old fashioned lady enjoying her retirement, with her cats and TV and is just now learning the wonders of Facebook. I took the opposite end of the couch to her, and let her fill me in on what was happening with the debates on TV. She told me they bought some of my favorite sparking water just for my visit, and to help myself to that and whatever was in the fridge. I swear, this isn't the first time Waterloo Black Cherry was my undoing. I thanked her, and grabbed a couple cans for myself and some snacks for us to share while we watched TV. I still remember our conversation when I came back: "Are you sure you're comfortable in those shorts, honey? Do you want to change into some different pants?" Which was her way of saying she didn't quite approve of how far up my thighs my cutoff jean shorts rode and how much leg I was showing off. "No, Mom, I'm comfortable. I only wear these while I'm doing laundry anyway." That seemed to reassure her. Our conversation kept me interested enough I hardly noticed my ever-growing need for the toilet, or just how much I was putting into my taxed bladder. I drank at least three cans of sparking water, talking to my mom about all the usual suspects. More politics, her cats, the majesty of Facebook, and how exactly she could sign up for Twitter and why she really shouldn't, and by the time the timer on my phone went off I really had to piss at a solid 13/20. But, fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I am nothing if not a stubborn idiot. I inherited exactly two things from my Irish/Native American father: 1) A love for alcohol, and 2) sheer, inflexible, utterly spiteful stubbornness. My bladder had been bothering me enough over the last hour and a half I had grown resentful of it. I was going to hold it, damn it, at least until I was done with my laundry. Then, maybe, if my bladder didn't bug me too much I could go before I left. What a mistake that turned out to be. My bladder sloshed inside me as I made my way downstairs to put my final load of laundry in the washing machine. As it turned out, the machine still had a good 10 minutes on the end of its cycle, which was just short enough I figured I should just wait in the basement. I put on a brave face and ignored my bladder's protests, emptied penultimate bundle of clothes into my bag, and waited. My need grew to a 16/20 while the washing machine completed its cycle, every single splash of water within the machine seemingly punching me in the bladder. I unfolded an old, dusty outdoor chair in storage and tried to sit in it, hoping that it would help relieve the pressure. I unzipped my little jean shorts, letting the bulge of my bladder expand outward. Neither helped as much as I had hoped, and I felt the barest amount of moisture wet my panties. So I went from chair to wiggling my hips frantically in front of the washing machine, willing it to end, before returning to the chair again. If I were smart I just would've gone up stairs and peed, but no, stubborn as the ass I am, I stood there, desperate as all hell, willing myself to make it through. I reminded myself I used to hold it for 8 hours at a time in school, this was nothing. I am not going to wet myself in my parent's basement like a little girl. With 3 minutes left I was twisting my legs around, trying so hard to hold on, but not slip out of my flip-flops. I had both hands pressed hard against my crotch, now at an 18/20 as I felt the first few proper leaks into my panties and through my shorts. I felt the warm, silky liquid against my hands and realized this was not going to happen. I was losing. There was no way I was even making it up two flights of stairs to the bathroom, let alone making it until I could switch my laundry over. You'd think I'd find the situation hot, but, at the time, I was mostly just embarrassed. I started casting around for any solution to my issue, anywhere I could put this bladder full of piss when it inevitably gushed out of me. I considered hopping up onto a step-stool and hanging my ass over the utility sink under the stairs, but the angle of said stairs made that impossible. I still waddled my way over, trying to figure a way to squat over it or something, but no, there was no way. Another squirt of liquid hissed out me, through my saturated panties and wet crotch into my hands. I shook the droplets off as best I could, and wiggled in desperation. Each solution I ran through in my brain got more and more absurd. I saw a drain in the middle of the basement floor, but no, it was blocked, and I had no idea how to unblock it. I saw a bucket in the corner, but when I managed to trudge over to it, my legs held almost stock-still together, I realized there was a huge crack in the center, and I would just be peeing on the floor. Hell, I considered finding a corner behind the clutter, squatting, and relieving myself and hoping that my family either didn't notice or blamed it on the cat, but no, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Another huge, warm gush came uncontrollably out of my pussy, and ran down both my legs. This time I felt a twinge of relief on my aching bladder, and could barely resist the urge to just let go. There was a small puddle on the floor now, and another jet of pee added to it. I groaned, clenched as hard as I could under the pressure of both hands, and tried to make a last-ditch run up the steps. Every step I took on that ancient staircase with uneven spacing, another squirt came out of me. I was leaving pissy, flip-flop footprints on every other step. The squirts had become a solid, thin stream now that I couldn't get under control. I made it around the bend in the stairs, and I was almost to the kitchen when I just couldn't take it any more. My bladder won, and any semblance of control I had vanished. Piss gushed into my panties, through the soaked denim of my shorts, ran down my legs, and dripped down between the slats of the old wooden staircase. A tiny trickle of pee formed between my still-clenched thighs as I dropped my hands, awash in the relief of finally letting go. I swore and groaned in spite of myself, feeling my bladder finally empty. I took a step back, so the trickle of piss now running over my knees would end up between the slats of the stairs. My long-tormented bladder finished emptying just as the buzzer on that old washing machine went off. I slipped off my flip-flops, picked my way back down the stairs in my dripping jean shorts. I threw my shoes in the utility sink to rinse them off, stripped naked below the waist, and used what little fabric on my shorts wasn't saturated with pee to soak up the excess piss off my legs. At least I had another load of laundry to do anyway, so I washed my hands, put the now-clean laundry into the drier, and fished a pair of leggings out of my last load to wear commando. After adding the soaked shorts and underwear to the final load of laundry and starting it, I did what I could to wipe up the puddles with some paper towels, and walked back up stairs. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this! I feel like I might be getting too verbose, but this is how I write stories naturally. Let me know if you have any feedback, and if you have, thanks for reading!
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  12. Hey, I’m new here. I’m a 26 year old female from the south of the uk. Apparently you guys like a description - I’m about 5ft 6, have strawberry blonde hair, and I’m slim but have no boobs, well, not much anyway! After lurking ok these boards for quite a while, thought I’d create an account to share some of my experiences, so here it goes.... well, this is normally how it goes for me. I don’t go out drinking too often with my friends these days, but when I do, it usually decreases my inhibitions, and brings out the Omo monster in me! Does that happen to anyone else or is it just me?! When I’m getting ready to go out, I’ll always make sure I’ve got a mattress protector on my bed - well, I’ll tell the truth - two. A mattress protector with a regular sheet, then another protector, maybe a towel or two, then a regular sheet. We’ll come back to that later. I’ll also go to my secret stash and hide a nappy in my bedside drawer. Usually a Tena slip Ultima. I also put a couple of bottles of water by the bed. I’ll then go shower, making sure I’m clean, shaven and smooth and smelling nice. I like to pick out outfits that benefit my omo adventures, so will pick out a skirt and top, or a dress, sometimes some tights too, but sometimes not. Some lacy underwear to go underneath, or sometimes some Calvins. When I’m out, I start out quite shy and keep myself to myself, well to me and my friends. After a few drinks I loosen up a little and can become quite talkative, sometimes a hot guy will catch my eye, or I’ll catch his, and if my friends are busy, I’ll sometimes go and have a little flirt and a chat and see if there’s any potential. I’m always on the lookout for something a bit long term now, but I’m not too sure I’ll find that in a bar! Anyway, I digress. After a few drinks, omo Lucy starts getting ideas. Throughout the evening if I get a chance, I’ll have a naughty pee down an alley - well sometimes a bit more in the open - that’s where my choice of clothes comes in handy - easy to what down. If it’s dark and near the end of the evening, I’ll start going through my underwear, both outside or if I’m sitting on the loo. Especially if I’ve had a lot to drink. I figure it doesn’t smell really as I’m drinking a lot and the rest is clear. Honestly I’m a nightmare. I’ve been known to dribble down my legs if I’m standing somewhere dark, rather than standing in a long queue - but only if I have the right shoes on! When it comes to getting towards the end of the night, I’ll stay drinking more - alternating large soft drinks with alcoholic ones, and lots of water. I’ll make sure I don’t use the loo. On the way home, if I’m really drunk I’ll sometimes wet myself. Ok, sometimes if I’m not really drunk too, but I’m usually more subtle then. You’ll often find me on a break bench at an empty train station, casually peeing while I wait, knowing another full bladder will be along shortly. I’ll try and stop by a 24 hour off licence on the way home and pick up a bottle of water or two - and get them drunk as soon as I can. When I finally make it home, drunk me will make a decision - nappy or no nappy. As I make the choice, I take another drink upstairs with me. This will only end up one way regardless of choice. Usually, I’ll choose the nappy. It doesn’t matter as I probably won’t be in it all too long, but drunk Lucy knows that sober Lucy will thank her for the cleanup. Anyway, on it goes and away I go to sleep. For about three minutes, I’m bursting..... ok I may as well relax and go. That’s what i planned after all.... mmm feels nice. I’ll usually either have a little play at this point or pass out, depending on how drunk I am. Sometimes both. Usually, I’ll wake up after some hours have passed, bursting to go, nappy cold. Let’s just warm this up a little..... ok a lot! It’s usually full to bursting now.... especially if I don’t move from my front. Ok, it’s overflowed a little, but no worries, the bed is protected. Maybe I’ll have a bottle or water to drink, just finish that glass too. usually I’ll wake again before morning. I’m more sober at this point but still past caring. Shall I change the nappy? No, I can’t be bothered to get up... too late anyway it’s just overflowing as if it’s not there. May as well take it off, get a bit more sleep.... but not before I force some more pee out onto the sheets. Sometimes I’ll have a play here, get out a vibrator... ok time for some clean sheets. I’ll pull off the sheet, soaked towels and mattress protector, wipe myself down a bit and get back into a mostly dry bed. I’ll consider another nappy at this point as I drink the last bottle of water... nah, fuck it, I have to clean up anyway. Back to sleep I go. Now I’ll usually sleep until morning, I’ve drank so much water there’s no hangover in sight, but my god am I bursting to go. Sometimes I let it out slowly, feeling the warm pee spread around me, it sometimes I’ll push as hard as I can, being naughty and spraying it everywhere in my bed. I’ll go to town on myself at this point, making sure I have a massive orgasm. Sober me regrets everything.... promises I’ll never do that again as I clean up. Drunk me is just around the corner waiting for it to happen all over again! So anyway, guys, girls - do any of you do similar things - if so, I’d love to hear all about your experiences and ideas! X
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  18. Browsing around and found an interesting hentai video - boy find out a girl he knows likes to pee in the park, and well, things escalate from there. Interesting watch if you're into this type of stuff, title is Boku Dake no Hentai Kanojo (she's a pervert and she's all mine) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ee42e324d57e Boku Dake no Hentai Kanojo 480p.mp4
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  19. Another commission by daveshuyi! This is a Kanojo, Okarishimasu story set during the episode where they go to the beach. I noticed that Mizuhara goes to use the bathroom, but is immediately roped into Kazuya and his friend's antics. Obviously it was just a framing device to get her and Kazuya's friends together for the comedy, but she never did actually get to use the restroom. We decided on a plot that follows the events of the episode, but where Mizuhara is forced to hold it in the whole time. Chizuru Ichinose let out an irritated sigh as she stepped through the doors of the convenience store. It was bad enough that her friends had dragged her to a beach trip today, on one of her only days off, but their group just had to run into Kazuya and his friend group too. The last thing she wanted was to get wrapped up in their antics and have them realize that she was Kazuya’s “girlfriend”, Mizuhara. It’ll be fine. I’ll just keep my distance and they shouldn’t figure it out. I started as a rental girlfriend for the acting practice anyway. Ichinose made a beeline for the convenience store’s restroom, and opened the door. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t lock-” She initially froze up, worried she was about to walk in on someone using the toilet, but instead she saw Kazuya staring back at her, wide-eyed. She closed the door, but a split-second later he opened it and dragged her inside. “W-what are you doing?” she demanded. “What are you doing here in Shimoda!?” Kazuya asked in a panicked voice. “I could ask you the same thing! My friends wanted to go to the beach, so they dragged me here. I didn’t expect to run into you.” “R-right.” Mizuhara shifted uncomfortably. After all, she hadn’t come in here to talk to Kazuya. She wasn’t desperate, per se, but she hadn’t gone since this morning. She was definitely feeling uncomfortably full. She rubbed her thighs together as she waited for Kazuya to continue the conversation or leave. “Hey, listen,” Kazuya scratched the side of his face, “Why did you say ‘I’ll be here if you need me’ back then?” “There wasn’t anything behind it. You seemed down, so I was saying it’s fine if you want to rent me to cope with your breakup.” Get the message! There’s nothing between us, so leave so I can use the toilet. “T-that’s good, because actually me and Mami are getting on pretty well again. We might actually get back together, so I was kind of worried you might get upset if we started dating again.” Ichinose clenched her jaw, remembering how Mami had insulted him the other night. It seemed a far cry from getting on well. However, the more important part here was that Kazuya still hadn’t gotten it in his head that they weren’t actually dating. She glared at him frigidly before turning around to leave. “W-wait!” Kazuya called after her. Stop holding me up, I have to pee! “Listen, you’re overthinking things too much! I’m a rental girlfriend, and you’re my customer! There’s nothing between us! I was acting nice to you because I felt sorry for you! I can’t believe you dragged me in here just to tell me you’re getting back together with your ex!” “Okay, sorry, I just-!” “Kazu-kun?” A voice called from outside, “Is that you?” Kazuya and Ichinose panicked and quieted up. Ichinose motioned urgently for Kazuya to get out there and address his ex. He stepped out and she listened to him trying to talk his way out of having a conversation in a supposedly empty restroom, but there was pretty much only one thing that she could do now. She undressed down to the bikini she was wearing underneath her outfit, let down her hair, removed her glasses, and applied the thin but effective layer of makeup it took to transform her from Chizuru Ichinose into Chizuru Mizuhara. She turned around and briefly considered using the toilet quickly, but Kazuya was already getting into trouble. As long as she didn’t get roped into his shenanigans, she should be able to slip back in relatively quickly and use the restroom before changing back and picking up the stuff her friends asked her to buy. Mizuhara exited the restroom, and immediately got caught up in Kazuya’s friend’s shenanigans. Somehow, she found herself getting roped into joining them at the beach. Not only was she forced to leave her stuff behind, but she found herself following them all out of the convenience store with her bladder still uncomfortably full. She trailed behind them and placed a hand on her abdomen. I really want to go, but they all saw me step out of the restroom! It’s already bad enough they saw me and Kazuya coming out of the same restroom together. If I admit I didn’t go, they’ll assume me and him were doing other things in there together! Why did he have to say I was free? Mizuhara found herself sitting at the folding table Kazuya and his friends had set up. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her other friends waiting patiently for her to return, not having any idea she had been dragged into a different group altogether. A pang of guilt hit her, but more pressing was the twinge she felt in her full bladder. She shuffled her legs under the table, pressing her bare thighs together as she tried to take her focus off the pressure. “So, you’re from Shimoda, then?” one of Kazuya’s friends asked. “Oh, really?” another asked, smiling, “Do you know any nice places?” Mizuhara was caught off-guard. She wasn’t actually from Shimoda, that had been one of the many lies Kazuya had come up with without using his brain, and now she was the one put on the spot. “O-oh, she was actually really sheltered growing up!” Kazuya jumped in, trying to cover for her. Mizuhara glared at him, but he didn’t seem to get the message. “How did you two meet anyway?” “W-well,” Kazuya began, “I hit on her in Shibuya and she seemed to fall for me!” “Oh wow, I wouldn’t expect you to fall for something like that, especially not with a sorry sap like Kazuya!” Mizuhara pinched at Kazuya’s leg in irritation, and before he could make the situation any worse, he spouted some lame excuse and headed towards the water. I can’t believe he ran away and left me here with his friends! I’m stuck here needing to pee because of him and he just heads off like it’s no big deal! Mizuhara briefly considered following him out to have a serious conversation with him, but that would look suspicious. Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was get closer to the water. It was bad enough she could hear the waves from here. The constant background noise of splashing water as the tide rolled in was doing very little to help her situation. She crossed her legs underneath the table and tried to keep her fidgeting to a minimum. I haven’t gone since this morning, and it’s getting pretty bad. I really should think about slipping away to use the restroom soon. “Say, Mizuhara-san,” Mami smiled at her, holding out a bottle of soda, “You look like you’re warm. Have a nice drink to cool down!” “Oh, no, that’s fine, thank you!” Mizuhara declined politely. My bladder’s already so full, the last thing I need is to make it worse! “That’s no good, you should be sure to stay hydrated on a hot day like today!” Mizuhara was about to decline again, but actually she was thirsty. She hadn’t noticed until now, but her mouth was dry and it was really hot out. She didn’t want to make her situation worse by drinking, but it would be even worse in the long run if she collapsed from dehydration. “R-right, thank you,” Mizuhara smiled, trying to hide her discomfort as she took the drink and took a few swigs. It was refreshing, but her bladder spasmed in protest, as if it knew the liquid would be making its way down to it sooner rather than later. Mizuhara shifted uncomfortably in her seat and slipped a hand down, grabbing herself as discreetly as possible. She waited for the wave to pass, then removed her hand before anyone could catch her. She was definitely getting desperate at this point, and as she placed a hand on her abdomen, she could feel a slight bulge. “Sorry, guys, I need to use the restroom, please excuse me!” Mami smiled, standing up and heading off. As she turned to leave, she flashed a smile to Mizuhara, and Mizuhara briefly wondered if she had noticed her desperation. Was she teasing me? Did she figure out I have to pee? Is that why she offered me the drink? Either way, to hear the words she herself desperately wanted to say coming from someone else filled Mizuhara with envy. She seriously considered using the opportunity to accompany Mami to the restroom. I want to, but I can’t. It’s barely been an hour since they all saw me leave the bathroom. It’ll raise some suspicions. She shuffled her legs under the table and slipped a hand down to briefly squeeze herself again. She tried to tune into the friendly chatter between Kazuya’s friends, but it was hard for her to focus. Worse still, she was still thirsty, and forced to take regular sips from the drink Mami had handed her. Every time she did, her bladder would send signals of its fullness. Short of being able to just go to the restroom right away, all Mizuhara wanted to do was to hold herself openly without worrying about being noticed. “We’re back~!” Mami came back, with Kazuya in tow. His face was beet red and he was acting flustered, and since they had come back together, Mizuhara was instantly suspicious that something had happened between them. “Hey, with you guys back, we should have enough people, let’s play a game!” One of Kazuya’s friends, Kibe, pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling, “Who’s in?” As the game began, Mizuhara caught Mami glancing at her, smiling wryly. She then looked over at Kazuya, who refused to meet her gaze, and was instead casting occasional glances Mami’s way. Whatever. It’s not like it’s any of my business. Kazuya’s just a customer, so why should I care if he gets back together with some manipulative bitch? Mizuhara had thought that, but the idea of Kazuya getting back together with someone like Mami did unsettle her a little. Mami was doing nothing more than taking advantage of his genuine feelings for her. It was infuriating. “Ah, I’m getting a call, please excuse me!” Kazuya got up from the table to take the call, and Mizuhara’s bladder reasserted itself. She crossed her legs under the table and shifted her weight, leaning back to try to take some pressure off her abdomen. Suddenly, her bladder sent a hard wave of desperation rushing up her body, and she leaked a little before managing to wrestle control back. She clamped her thighs together tightly and grabbed herself under the table as she desperately tried to maintain her composure from the waist up. That’s it, I can’t hold it anymore! I have to pee right now! I need to excuse myself and use the restroom. “While he’s gone, I’m going to head back to the convenience store for some drinks,” Mizuhara smiled. She braced herself before standing up, trying to maintain as much composure as possible even as her bladder screamed at her for relief. “Oh, but I already got more drinks,” Mami replied, smiling as she held up a fresh bag filled with ice-cold bottles, “Here, if you’re thirsty, take one!” “O-oh, thank you!” Mizuhara put on a false smile as she grabbed another drink. She sat down again and took an unwanted sip, shuffling in her seat. She tried to make it look like she was just getting comfortable, but in reality it was all she could do not to leak again. T-this is bad! I should’ve just admitted I had to go! Out of the corner of her eye, Mizuhara saw Mami flash her a knowing smile, and all doubts about whether Mami knew she was desperate vanished. She was definitely doing this on purpose. “Sorry about that guys,” Kazuya returned, apologizing, “I thought it was something serious, but it was nothing.” With Kazuya back, the card game resumed, and Mizuhara tried to use it to distract herself from her mounting desperation. Unfortunately that was getting harder and harder for her to do. She could see a visible bulge where her over-full bladder was on full display in her bikini, and for once she was grateful that most of Kazuya’s friends were perverts who were too busy ogling her breasts to notice. She shuffled restlessly, reaching the point where she couldn’t sit still. This is bad. I’m reaching my limit here! Mizuhara resolved to excuse herself properly. At worst, if anyone brought it up, she could just tell them she wasn’t feeling well. However, when she looked up, there people were looking at her expectantly. Apparently she had just been asked a question. “Huh?” she asked. “I asked if we could all come down to visit your home here in Shimoda,” one of the other girls in Kazuya’s friend group mentioned. “O-oh, well-” “A-actually,” Kazuya stepped in, “Me and Mizuhara were talking. We were thinking about breaking up, actually…” You idiot! Why now!? I’m glad you’re coming clean, but I was just about to go excuse myself so I can finally pee! “Oh, why’s that?” “Well, you know, we were just feeling kinda gloomy and-” Before Mizuhara could react, Kibe decked Kazuya as hard as he could. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, you piece of shit!” Kibe yelled. Kazuya punched Kibe back, and the situation quickly escalated. Apparently, Kibe had noticed Kazuya’s behavior around Mami, and was upset because he thought Kazuya was two-timing. Ordinarily, Mizuhara would have stepped in, but in her current state, she was doing all she could to hold it in. Why is this happening now? My bladder’s so full! I want to pee already! “Mizuhara-san, I think it’d be best if you left,” one of Kazuya’s other friends spoke up, even as the situation was calming down. “Y-yeah,” Mizuhara nodded. She felt bad, but right now all she cared about was peeing. She stood up and made a hasty beeline for the convenience store where she had left her stuff, but then she noticed Kazuya storm off too in the same direction as her. Don’t follow me now! We can talk about this later! Despite saying that, Mizuhara stopped, squeezing her thighs together and bracing herself for a conversation even as her overtaxed bladder screamed at her to prioritize relief. She could barely focus during the conversation. Apparently the call had been from Kazuya’s grandmother, and with her getting released from the hospital, it would be too hard to have them keep up the facade of their relationship anyway. “Well, coming clean is the first part of growing past this and doing the right thing. They just reacted like that because they don’t know the whole situation.” “It must’ve really sucked, having to pretend to be the girlfriend of a shithead like me,” Kazuya scratched the back of his head. I should agree. You have no idea the hell you’ve put me through. Even now, I’m standing here on the verge of wetting myself because I had to cover for your idiocy! And yet… “This is my job, idiot. It was actually a lot of fun.” With that, Mizuhara rushed off. As soon as she was out of Kazuya’s line of sight, she jammed both hands between her legs as she broke into a full-on sprint. Each step sent an angry shockwave up her bladder and she nearly leaked again, but she didn’t care. I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee! I haven’t had to pee this bad in my whole life! I’m about to burst! She turned the corner and headed straight for the convenience store, half-running, half-hobbling to reach the restrooms on time, but the second she saw the parking lot, her heart sank. Her friends were there, standing in front of the convenience store like they were looking for her. She tucked herself behind the store sign and waited for them to head off, dancing desperately in place as she tried to hold it. Why now? Please leave please leave please leave! I really, really can’t hold it anymore! “Chizuru?” The shock of hearing her name made her bolt upright and she temporarily lost control, letting out a spurt into her swimsuit. She pressed her thighs together, straightened herself up, and turned around to see Kibe standing there. She hoped he hadn’t noticed her desperate pee dance from earlier, or small trickle of pee from her leak earlier. “Y-yes?” “I didn’t expect to run into you again,” Kibe admitted, giving no indication that he noticed either Mizuhara’s desperation or her leak, “S-sorry about earlier. Actually, do you have a minute?” The answer was no, but Mizuhara glanced back to the convenience store where her friends were still looking for her. Her bladder was like a rock in her abdomen, and she could both feel and see it sticking out noticeably. All she wanted was to rush to the restroom and finally, after waiting so long, let it all out. But she was cornered. If she said she needed to go to Kibe, he’d expect her to walk right in, where she’d get stuck with her friends. I don’t have a choice. Please, please let me hold out until our conversation’s over! “S-sure!” she answered with a strained smile. She cast a longing glance at the convenience store and squeezed her thighs together as she followed Kibe back towards the beach. It didn’t help that they were once again now closer to the water. “Listen, are you seriously breaking up with Kazuya?” “Y-yeah.” “Oh,” Kibe looked dejected, sitting down. He began talking about Kazuya to Mizuhara, and she did her best to try to listen. However, it was impossible to focus on anything but her screaming bladder. The pressure was getting almost painful, to the point where it was the only thing Mizuhara could focus on. She had to stand there, acting like everything was fine, but she was seriously worried she was going to start wetting herself right there. I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it. I can’t pee. No matter what, I can’t pee. Using that as a mantra, Mizuhara found herself standing there, focusing all her efforts on keeping the floodgates closed. Even as Kazuya appeared, apparently having been eavesdropping, she managed to contain her surprise and hold it all in. They were talking and she was responding, but she was unfocused. The only thought in her mind was how badly she needed to pee, and how determined she was to hold it in. Gotta pee. Gotta hold it. Gotta pee. Gotta hold it. “Anyway, we should head to the changing rooms,” Kibe replied. It’s getting late, plus we can tell the others we smoothed things out between us.” “Yeah,” Kazuya nodded. The changing rooms! “Y-yes!” Mizuhara blurted out a little too enthusiastically. She then realized her mistake and scratched the back of her head. She was expecting Kazuya or Kibe to say something, but luckily they both shrugged it off. Finally! I can finally pee! I just need to make it to the changing rooms! Mizuhara walked behind them, on autopilot. She had to pee so bad even walking was sending powerful waves of desperation shooting through her, and she had to hold herself discreetly just to keep from letting any more out. By the time they got to the changing room, Mizuhara was at her limit. She had been holding it for the better part of the day, and her bladder muscles were on their last legs. She made her way into the girl’s side and made a beeline for the restrooms. Pee. Gotta pee. I can finally pee. I have to pee so bad. Hold it. Hold it just a bit longer! “Mizuhara-san!” Mizuhara felt someone’s hands grab her shoulders just before she was able to enter the restrooms, and she let out another spurt into her swimsuit bottoms in shock. She clamped down with all her strength to close the floodgates, and managed to somehow regain control. She whirled around and came face to face with Mami. “Oh, that was a weird noise you let out just now!” “S-sorry, I’m not really feeling well.” It was a formality. Mizuhara knew Mami knew she was desperate. “I wanted to apologize for earlier, since Kazu-kun can be so silly sometimes. I never meant to flirt with him,” Mami smiled, “I noticed you didn’t have your bag, so if you want to borrow some of my clothes to change into, you can.” “O-oh yeah, I left it at the beach,” Mizuhara lied, “Thank you.” “It’s over there!” Mami smiled, “Now if you excuse me, I have to pee like crazy! Probably all that soda I drank!” Before Mizuhara could react, Mami slipped into the restroom and occupied it’s only stall. No no no no! I gotta pee! I have to go so bad! She did that on purpose! She’s tormenting me! I bet she’s going to take her time in there too! I don’t have a choice, I need to pee right now! Mizuhara rushed over to the bag where Mami said she left the clothes she could use. Mizuhara half-expected them to be something either too revealing to be modest or purposely ugly, but it turned out to be a nice blouse and an orange skirt, along with panties to match. There was no bra, but the short was thick and baggy enough that she could get by without one. Mizuhara threw on the clothes as fast as she could, dancing desperately in place as she tried not to leak all over the changing room floor. Once she was dressed, she left the changing room, hearing Mami leave the stall just as soon as she did. Mizuhara considered turning back around and using the now-free restroom, but she didn’t trust Mami not to physically block her as she watched Mizuhara wet herself. I’m out of time! I’ve pushed myself past my limit! I’m going to pee! Mizuhara rushed onto the sidewalk in front of the changing room and glanced around, looking for the next nearest restrooms. Unfortunately for her, it seemed like the closest thing was the convenience store. I can make it, just gotta- Mizuhara started her mad dash back towards the convenience store, but then a powerful spasm shot through her bladder and sent her doubling over. She let out a large spurt into the fresh panties she had just changed into, sending rivulettes of hot urine streaming down her legs. She stopped and crossed her legs desperately, jamming both hands up her skirt to clamp down and regain control. She managed to briefly, but she felt her bladder muscles relax. She had seconds. No no no no! Not here! Please… Mizuhara shifted course and rounded the corner to the back of the changing rooms, which were a little more remote. Not a second after she rounded the corner out of sight of any beachgoers, the floodgates opened. Her taxed muscles lost control, and her overfilled bladder sent torrents of pee gushing out between her legs. She could hear the loud splattering of her pee splashing and hitting the ground as it flowed down in streams. She could feel streams of pee running down her legs and the back of her skirt. The potential embarrassment of wetting herself was completely overshadowed by the sheer pleasure of relief that wracked Mizuhara’s body. She had never had to pee so bad before, and thus had never felt the blissful, orgasmic relief she was feeling now. The pressure in her bladder, while still full, gave way to waves of relief, and she wasn’t even able to stand upright. She braced herself against the wall as she slid down, still peeing, until she was sitting there, watching her pee flow out of her like a river and onto the ground below. She barely managed to hold back the moan of pure pleasure as she felt her bladder empty, the pressure inside lessening as she peed at full force. Even a minute later, she was still going strong, and from how it felt she had another minute left in her. After what felt like an eternity of blissful relief, Mizuhara’s flow finally slowed, petering out and stopping as the last of her bladder’s contents found their way onto the ground beneath her. Her skirt, or rather Mami’s skirt, had been completely soaked in the back. Her panties were drenched. The scent of urine hung in the air, and Mizuhara sat there, breathing heavily as she finally snapped back to reality. She looked up, and saw Mami staring down at her, a smug look on her face. “Oh my, and I just let you borrow those clothes, too,” Mami smirked, “I wonder what Kazu-kun will think when I tell him his girlfriend that he already wants to dump pissed herself like a little girl for no reason?” Mizuhara’s relief and bliss instantly turned to focused embarrassment and anger, and she stood up, slapping Mami across the face. Mami looked up at Mizuhara in shock, and looked like she was about to say something indignant, when Mizuhara jabbed at her chest with her finger. “You stopped me from using the restroom! None of this would’ve happened if you had let me use the one in the changing room!” Mizuhara accused, “Actually, it goes beyond that. I know exactly what you’re doing! You’re playing games with Kazuya and flirting with him behind my back! You know he still has feelings for you and you’re toying with him! You’re acting all jealous and manipulative even though you’re the one who broke up with him! You don’t give a damn about actually getting back together with him. You just want him to break up with me. You have him wrapped around your finger, but all you want to do is make him miserable. You called him pathetic in front of me the other night, but the real pathetic one is you for wanting to screw around and do whatever the hell you want without considering anyone else’s feelings!” “I- that isn’t...” “Let me tell you something else,” Mizuhara continued, “Do you know why me and Kazuya really got together? It’s because he was devastated when you broke up with him like it was no big deal, and I felt sorry for him. Sure, I’m not happy about being a rebound. That’s one of the reasons we’re breaking up. But even as a hollow rebound relationship, our relationship is ten times more real than anything you’ll ever have with him.” Mami clenched her fists and stormed off, and Mizuhara felt herself relax again. She wasn’t sure what came over her, but the thought of Mami toying with Kazuya, even after all she’d done to help him, infuriated her. No, maybe it wasn’t just their relationship as a client and a rental girlfriend. Maybe Mizuhara genuinely wanted to see Kazuya move past such an awful person. You idiot. You should think about doing better than someone like her. Someone who’ll treat you better. If I were really dating you… Mizuhara shook her head. She was tired, wet, and there was still a dull ache in her bladder from holding it in for so long. She could change back into her swimsuit and pick up some dry clothes, and then they could clear up everything together on the ferry. After today, there won’t be anything between us, other than us being neighbors and going to the same college. That’s all. -The End-
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  20. In a hopefully near future: It was a beautiful day. Not only was the weather amazing, it had also been the first day in ages with a normal work schedule. Typically, Liz was not the biggest fan of Mondays but an eternity of home office made her crave for a normal day at the lab she was working at. The anti-corona-restrictions were finally eased starting this week. All shops and businesses were open again and Liz hoped that everything would go back to normal from now on. She had been laying in the gras at the near by lake reading her new book since her shift was over. Reading has always been a big hobby of Liz but during the mostly boring time of social distancing it had advanced to new dimensions. She grabbed her gym bottle to take a sip but then realized that it was already empty. "HUh?!", she thought surprised. This >2 L-monster of a bottle usually lasted her the hole day and she remembered filling it all the way up just before leaving work about four hours ago. But today she had been more physically and mentally active and more productive than probably the hole last week combined. It seemed like her body was demanding more "fuel". "Well, makes sense ", Liz said to herself and went on reading. About 15 min later the alarm she wisely had set in case she would forget the time went off. "Reading can make you lose track of all the real world stuff, I guess." She packed all her stuff in her backpack, picked up her bike and went off to the city. It was already past eight but it was still warm enough for her to comfortably ride without a jacket. The wind was playing with the hem of her knee-long dress she really liked, and Liz was in an awesome mood. Even though it had been a long day she was feeling energized and happy. Her plan was to head home just to grab something to eat and then go the gym which was finally open again, too! But when she had to stop at a red light, an advertisement caught her eye. Instead of following the street further into the city, Liz took a left and came to a hold in front of "Lin´s Temple of inner Peace". The advertisement that sparked her curiosity earlier stated: "We´re back! Choose your favorite massage to leave the Corona-Stress behind. Discounts await!" In all of the 29 years of her life Liz never had a professional massage. She was definitely curious. This could be the opportunity to turn a great day into a truly special day. Usually Liz was not of the spontaneous type but usually she didn´t enjoy Mondays either. It just wasn´t a usual day today. All the possibilities that were limited during lock down were now back to embrace. "Nothing to lose, let´s go!" She locked her bike at a lantern close by and walked to the entry of the massage salon. But the door was already locked. Liz was about to go back to her bike when she saw a young woman with blond hair about her size walk into the reception room through the door window. She waved to Liz, grabbed the keys and opened up. "Good evening, how can I help you?" "Hello, uhm. I wanted to get a massage but I see it is already past closing time. Sorry, I didn´t want to disturb you," Liz answered. "You know what, you can come in if you want. The past months were pretty tough, we almost went out of business and we are literally thankful for every single customer." "Please don´t put yourself to any bother on my account, really. I assume it was a very busy day for you and I can.." The blond woman smiled and invitingly opened the door wide. "No worries, today´s your lucky day. I mostly managed appointments and stuff while my boss did all the massages today. We only have one massage room. She is home now and I am just preparing everything for tomorrow. I am almost eager to get a massage in since it has been so long, to be honest. So feel free to come in. I´m Jess by the way." Liz felt some sympathy for the bubbly masseuse. She seemed so happy to finally be able again to pursue her job she obviously really liked. She assumed Jess to be at least five years younger than herself. Jess was quiet attractive standing there in a black top and leggings smiling and looking at her in anticipation. Liz didn´t want to ruin this nice girl´s evening and also wanted to try out a massage. "Thank you so much", Liz said and entered. "You´re so welcome! Just give me two minutes to get the ambience right in the massage room. Take a seat, I will be back in a sec!" Jess rushed of. "She is more excited to give a massage than I am to get one", Liz thought in amusement and sat down to read a flyer with massage info. But as she sat down the most immediate info did not come from the flyer but from her bladder. She needed a wee. She stood up and walked through a dark red curtain into a small corridor were Jess disappeared earlier. To her right she discovered a door with 'WC' on it, entered and locked the door. It wasn´t just a WC but a tidy proper bathroom. She pulled down her panties, gathered her dress and sat on the toilet. The last time she went had been at work shortly before leaving. With all the water she had drunk since then it was no wonder she had to go. So she peed and it was lots. The sheer amount made Liz ask herself how she didn´t realize any urge earlier. Maybe it was because at the lake she had been so distracted by her book and the few minutes on the bike had been too short of a time to pick up on the need. When she was done with her business Liz left the toilet and went back into the reception room. Jess was not back yet so Liz picked up the flyer again and started reading. It had an overview for all kinds of different types of massages offered there. Liz read through the descriptions but was undecided. The flyer also stated that it was important to go into a massage relaxed – "Well, I sure am now" – and well hydrated. Liz decided that since it had been a warm day, she could definitely use a glass of water or two. Fortunately, there was a water dispenser right next to the reception. Liz was finishing her fourth cup when Jess returned. "Sorry, that took a little longer than expected. We´re all set now! Ah, I hope the water is not too warm yet, I already had unplugged the machine, sorry about that." "Still nice and cold", Liz replied. "Ah, good. And have you decided what kind of massage you want?" "Well, I´m quite clueless when it comes to massages because I never had one." "Hmm, I see", Jess said. "In that case I would suggest our classic full body massage where every body part gets some attention so you feel relaxed from head to toe afterwards. It is my personal favorite and it is also great value. It takes over one hour. Or do you not have so much time?" "That´s not an issue for me but uuhm… I have another question. From what I learnt from this flyer you are typically naked during a massage. I have to admit I´m kind of shy." The last time Liz got butt-naked in front of someone seemed ages ago. And it hadn´t been in front of a stranger also. "Don´t you worry, you will be lying on your front most of the time I will always keep your lower private parts covered with a towel anyway. If you feel more comfy that way you can always just keep your underwear on. In the end this is about you enjoying and relaxing. I do recommend removing the bra though, so nothing is in the way on your back", Jess replied calmly and professionally. "Well, a full body massage sounds good then. I´m excited!" "Excellent choice. Don´t worry about the payment now, we can just handle it afterwards. If you go through the curtain the massage room is just straight ahead and there is a toilet to the right. Feel free to get comfortable on the massage table and relax. Everything is prepared and I will follow you in a moment." Liz nodded and went through the corridor and entered the massage room. The atmosphere was beautiful. The room had some plants and Zen garden elements, the temperature was warm but not hot and it was not too humid. There was a decent scent that reminded Liz of a forest. She stepped out of her sandals, pulled her dress over her head and undid her bra. She hesitated for a second. "Maybe it would make a neater impression if I had a turbo shower and went fully naked?" She checked her light blue satin fullbacks. No concerns there and Jess also had assured her that it would not be a problem, so Liz decided to keep her panties on. She climbed on the table and laid down on her stomach with her face in the cavity for the head. Just laying there with her eyes shut and listening to the calming music in the background already had a relaxing effect on Liz. She felt like she was slowly sinking down more and more into the cushioning of the table. She almost didn´t notice Jess coming in. "Is everything all right? Ready to start?" Liz answered yes. Jess put a towel over her lower body and explained: "I will start working on your upper back, neck and shoulders. If the pressure is to soft or to hard, if you feel any discomfort or pain or if there is just something you just don´t like, please tell me. It is your first massage and I want to make it a good one. This is done the easiest if you help me by communicating. Other than that, just enjoy!" The next thing Liz felt were Jess´s warm hands rubbing oil over her back in gentle and fluid motions. After only a few moments of Jess massaging her neck and shoulders Liz knew that she would be able to fully relax for the next hour. Jess was in charge now and there was nothing for her to do except receive and enjoy. Jess´s firm grip and her soft voice had already built all the necessary trust. "Is the pressure ok?" "Yeah, very pleasant", Liz whispered back. Jess´s hands were stronger than Liz had thought from first glance. The time seemed to slow down for her while Jess massaged her upper back alternating between spreading motions and kneading techniques. Her breath became slow and deep and Liz was sinking more and more into relaxation. For her, it was similar to the moment just before you fall asleep in your cozy bed after a fulfilled day but better. Thoughts came and went. There was no harm here, she was protected. Only good vibes. Liz dozed while Jess was practicing her craft. Liz hadn´t quite noticed the transition but she realized that Jess was now massaging her feet and her back was covered under a towel. She couldn´t tell how long she had been laying on the table at this point. There was this feeling. Very familiar and yet different. Owing Liz´s current state of mind it was not at all unpleasant. "Communication is key", Liz remembered Jess emphasizing at the start and thus mumbled: "I need to pee." Jess was running her thumbs over the soles of Liz´s foot, slowly came to a halt and rested her palms on Liz´s calves. "Well, we´re just about halfway through. I recommend having a short break then. No problem. What do you think?", Jess asked softly. Liz was not fully awake but understood Jess´s words. "Noou", she mumbled. All she was craving in that moment were more rubs and strokes, more physical attention to her body. And unlike in previous scenarios where such a pressure level in her bladder had made her desperate, it didn´t really bother her now. From all the emotions, thoughts and sensations Liz only allowed the positives to affect her. "Uhm, so do you want me to continue?" "Oh yeah.." Liz audibly exhaled when Jess slowly went on with the massage now working her left leg. "This is pure bliss, really", Liz said. "I´m glad you like it." The massage went on and Liz subconsciously felt Jess´s hands, sometimes only fingers, pressing and gripping and stroking. She couldn´t help but moan from time to time not from pain but from enjoyment. She felt so safe that she started to slide away again. A soft voice called her back. Something had changed. The warm hands were on her back again, just resting. It was Jess´s voice: "We´re done with arms and hands. That finishes up the first cycle of the routine. If you can recall a special technique from before you want me to repeat or have a specific body part in mind you want me to lay a focus on, please just tell me. If not, I will continue with some more attention to your back, maybe some deeper work. And then feet again." Arms and hands? Liz couldn´t remember that part but feeling into them, her arms and hands were absolutely smooth and felt light. "Sss perfect", Liz whispered. For a few moments Liz enjoyed it to actively track Jess´s tough on her back. "Between my shoulder blades… nice and deep… going down slowly, uhhuuh almost butt." She smiled. But Liz couldn´t focus for too long, her face fully relaxed again and she felt like sinking another half a centimeter into the towels. While the massage was not sexual in any way, Jess hadn´t said a thing in this regard and the situation was vastly different from her masturbating as there was not this tension in her body, Liz found herself turned on. She didn´t ponder about this and also didn´t judge. She just observed and enjoyed. The same with this other feeling, her fullness. Again, Liz lost her sense of time. "I have to pee." Liz said this in a hushed tone as if she was talking to herself not really expecting an answer. "You still have a good 15 minutes left. You can go to the toilet and then hop back on." Jess already had pulled the towel from Liz´s lower body over her back, so that she could cover her breast when sitting up. But Liz said: "Noou, don´t wanna get up." "So, you want me to go on?" There was a bit of confusion in Jess´s voice. "Yes, please", Liz mumbled. "Do you want to turn around and lay on your back? Or I could slide a rolled towel under your hips to take some pressure of that critical area", Jess suggested. Liz just lifted her butt a few inches from the table and seconds later felt a soft rolled-up towel slip in between her lap and the massage table. Jess asked: "Are you comfy? Are you sure you want me to go on?" "Yes, please." Jess left Liz´s upper body covered and started working her feet. She treated the right ankle joint carefully moving Liz´s foot from flexed to stretched position and back, then switching to the left one. Then Jess´s thumbs were stroking her sole again in circular motion. Then some rounds of pressing, holding and relaxing at some specific points. While Jess repeated this, Liz not only felt the tough at her feet but there were responses all over her body. At one point she felt light as if she was floating and only moments later found herself very connected with the table again. Despite having her eyes closed Liz became much more aware of her surroundings. Her breath was going slowly and deeply. The music went from blurred back round sound to acoustical stimulation with elements to explore like the slow and gentle melody of a panpipe or waves breaking in the distance. Without a particular intention Liz observed and embraced all the sensations coming down on her. Her bladder was full. She experienced a flow of clarity going through her mind. Liz was suddenly certain that if she would pee now it would only add to her relaxation. There was a rolled-up towel just underneath her, no harm would be done. Surely her masseuse Jess had put it there solely for this purpose. Without any hesitation Liz let loose. "I´m going." Liz heard her own voice as if somebody else was talking. She could feel herself emptying and her pussy getting wet and warm at the same time. There was some mild hissing. Jess was still stroking her feet, alternating from one to the other. Liz quietly moaned. She felt good. Happy. Sheltered. Finally, her well slowly ebbed away. A few last dribbles then she was done. Liz didn´t try to reclaim control but just lay there with every muscle in her body totally relaxed. So, she occasionally leaked through her panties into the towel while Jess finished the massage. Liz didn´t mind. Only good vibes. After what must have been about 15 minutes but to Liz felt way longer the massage came to an end and Jess softly said: "All right, we´re slowly coming to an end here. I hope you enjoyed. I will leave now. You can relax for another moment or two and then meet me at the reception. Take your time." "Gotcha." After Jess had left Liz started to move her arms and legs slowly coming back to normal. She sat up on the table and after a few seconds got on her feet. "Well, that was something to do", she thought to herself. She was a bit exhausted but her body felt great and her skin was oh-so-smooth. She felt like she had just lost ten pounds. With a big smile on her face she stretched with her arms over her head. Her wet panties were now a bit cold and were clinging to her private parts. She had peed in them. During her massage. Thinking about it now, Liz could feel blood stream to her face in a wave of embarrassment. The last time Liz had wet herself she had been in Kindergarten. She pulled her panties down to her knees. They were visibly drenched and not only at the front. The wetness had made its way a fair distance over the bottom as well. Jess must have noticed, there was no way she wouldn´t have. But Liz´s embarrassment couldn´t prevail for long because of the deep relaxation she just had experienced. "It has happened, nothing to do about it now", Liz thought and stepped out of her panties. She put on her bra and dress, stepped into her sandals, grabbed her backpack from the chair she had placed her stuff on and left. Before stepping through the curtain into the reception room Liz took a deep breath. But there was no use in delaying it. Also Jess politely hadn´t commented on the incident during the massage and, to Liz, came across as an overall nice person. "Ah, there you are already." Jess was sitting behind the reception. "Listen, I want to apologize. I don´t even know…" "Hey, don´t worry about it too much. Nothing a quick rinse couldn´t fix. So, don´t shame yourself! I certainly won´t. Stuff can happen, you know. Hopefully you still enjoyed the massage." "Very much. Thank you. And thank you for being so kind", Liz replied relieved. Liz payed for the massage and gave a generous tip. She had to persuade Jess to keep it. The young masseuse finally smiled and accepted. "Well, thank you very much. Have a great week and maybe till next time!" "Yeah, maybe. You too. Goodbye!", Liz said. Then she left. She unlocked her bike and got ready to go. It was just before sunset. There was barely any traffic. Birds were singing. She crossed the street, got on her bike and started pedaling. Only when she felt the pleasant sensation of sitting down on her leather saddle which was almost hot from the last sunrays of the day Liz realized that she had forgotten her panties in the massage room. Her wet pissy panties. There again was a short wave of embarrassment but her inner peace very quickly returned. There was no going back now. "What a day", Liz thought to herself. The End
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  21. PNA (3/3)

    The times before Michiru discovered the many powers of her kitsune body often left her feeling helpless and weak.

    © Kakuume

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  22. I've stumbled across the short clip attached to this post on VK. I really like it and wish I had more of it. Anyone knows if a longer version from this chaturbate record exists? Chaturbate_Dress.mp4
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  23. View File Topless girl wetting beige panties found this on VK recently, don't think it has been posted here before (or at least I can't find it) a brunette girl wetting wearing only her panties, she squirms and breathes heavily/moans before letting go. NUDITY WARNING about halfway through takes her panties off and continues peeing naked Submitter daswalrus Submitted 10/14/2020 Category Female  
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  24. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f80f5d9c7578 Should meet the criteria.
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  25. At least everyone was in bed asleep. I probably would have rummaged through the laundry to find a towel to use to dry off, then found yesterday's briefs to put on before tiptoeing into the bedroom. If you customarily sleep nude there's no problem. 😉
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  26. Nice!! How did you hide the evidence? 🙂
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  27. As a former educator I can sympathize with Wettingman's difficult and painful high school experience. It's a problem that schools wrestle with and aren't very successful in solving. Supervision of toilet areas runs afoul of privacy rights and leaves any supervisor subject to charges of sexual misconduct, and in any unsupervised area there will be drug use and bullying. (At least sophisticated smoke detectors reduce the incidence of smoking.) The drug use affects primarily the user, but the bullying can terrify numbers of innocent students. In one school the school nurse allowed use of her rest room for students that were a bully's targets, but shy ones, especially boys, were reluctant to make that request. The gym teachers were also flexible in allowing use of the locker room toilets when the locker room was not in use. On a number of occasions when I heard noises in the boys' room I would break the rules and step inside, and it was lucky that no one reported me for doing so. Like Wettingman, many students simply hold it until they get home, and that can be both uncomfortable and unhealthy.
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  28. 13 years!!! WOW. So impressed by your courage and so happy for you that you have a loving, accepting partner. Amazing!
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  29. This is my first post, so be gentle, I'm not the best writer! For a little background/personal information (skip this paragraph if you don't care haha) - At the time of this story, I was a freshman in college. I was nineteen and had just started drinking alcohol for the first time earlier that year. If you're curious, I'm 5'4" and ~120 pounds, although this was around the time of my freshman fifteen, so it was probably closer to 130-135 pounds. I was in a two-year relationship going into college with the guy I lost my virginity to, but we broke up during the first semester and I started talking to other guys. Let's face it, I was young and curious about sex with other people. So during the spring semester I started casually hooking up with a guy that was a couple years older than me. He owned a condo with his brother, who my roommate was actually casually seeing, so we would party either there or with his frat brothers. On this fateful night, I'm pretty sure we were at a house party a mile or two from his condo and we had a couple too many. The four of us (the two brothers, me and my roommate) walked back to their condo and put ourselves to bed. It was one of those nights where you don't brush your teeth or take your party clothes off, and we definitely were too drunk to have sex. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. It was pitch black, I was nauseous, my head was pounding, and the bed was wet. Wait. Oh, hell no. My heart was pounding and I snuck out of bed and into the bathroom. Definitely still drunk. Definitely not processing what had just happened. Definitely trying to figure out how I could leave and never see him again. I turned the light on and stared at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a 3/4 sleeve little black dress and the entire bum area was soaked. I remembered that I had been dreaming about needing the toilet and when I found one in my dream, it was weird because my clothes were getting wet. That must have been what woke me up. Shit. The next thing I remember is that Matt walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around me. I probably had tears in my eyes while I had a mini panic attack. I was apologizing profusely. He said "someone had too much to drink" and told me it was okay and to take my clothes off. He threw my dress and undies in the wash with the sheets, gave me a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt, and put a towel over the wet spot. The comforter didn't get wet so we crawled back into bed and fell asleep. He drove me home the next morning and was literally the sweetest person about it. He didn't make me feel bad and never brought it up again. We faded pretty soon after that because he was wanting a relationship and I was nowhere close to ready. We still text occasionally to check in and see how the other is doing. A couple of years ago we were texting and I brought up what had happened freshman year of college. I told him that in recent years, I thought about that night a lot. I ended up telling him about my fetish and he was very interested (should I have known based on how he reacted when it happened?!). He asked me if I had been turned on and I explained that, at the time, absolutely not because I was traumatized and scared to death about pissing someone else's bed. But .... if it happened again ... intentionally ... that would be a different story. Over the next couple of months, he sent me a handful of videos that included him pissing. Honestly, I wish I could have explored that relationship a little bit more, but it wasn't in the universe's plan for us. And that's the story of the one and only time I peed in someone else's bed.
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  30. you're too nice lol. Thanks for your readership
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  31. This thread brings back many memories, that at the time I did not enjoy. However, it is great to know so many years later that I was not the only one not using the school restrooms all day long, despite a desperate need to. I have said for years that my staying out of the restroom was because of bullying, which led to pee shyness. While true, this thread reminded me there was much more to it. This was decades ago, 1966-1970, my high school years. It was not fun then but, now with this long in my rearview mirror I think of it differently. At the time I never gave a thought that many students, didn’t pee in school, so at the end of the day most were likely desperate. I only thought of my own need, expecting most others didn’t experience the same thing. Of course desperate girls were very interesting to me, but I didn’t notice any signs. Like many have said there simply was not time to stop in the boy’s room, even without lines, with only four minutes between classes. Especially in my first year high school I had some classes on the opposite ends of the building. Just navigating the crowded halls was too time consuming. I only visited my locker to switch out books during lunch. Then was the issue of locked bathrooms for both boys and girls. The reasons for the locked restrooms were first to contain the illegal smoking that took place there. Limiting the restrooms made it easier for staff to patrol them. Nobody seemed to consider it also severely restricted our ability for proper reasons to go in there namely to pee. Secondly, Vandalism in the boys room (a M80 in the toilet) led to more closures. The result was all the smokers and legitimate users were crammed into one or two locations, although I don’t remember lines out the door, what I do remember is this. I understand the issue females had with limited toilets, but for me it was no better with urinals, which were out in the open without any privacy between them. The old fashioned urinals extended to the floor. The room was so crowded with guys smoking it was difficult to get to them. I got looks as I made my way through- to actually pee, not smoke. As a result, no matter how full I was I could not start going. Guys were looking at this weirdo (me) standing there with my dick out but nothing happening. Worrying that they were going to start pushing me around while I was exposed made things worse. After numerous failed attempts due to my nervousness, I for the most part stopped trying. I had my morning pee when I got up around 6:15 AM, and went again just before I left the house at 7AM. By noon I needed to pee badly, with my bladder already painfully stretched, and intense pressure in my penis. On a normal day I would get home at 2:30, but on many days I stayed after school for some reason and had to wait until 4:30PM. That is ten hours without peeing, over four hours being painfully desperate. I was already painfully full, yet the day was only half over. On rare occasions when there seemed to be less traffic going in and out of the restrooms and I had to pee even worse than usual, I would attempt to go quick , but by then I was too worried about me seemingly being the only one needing to pee and I couldn’t release, the pent up urine. I did like gym days because I could linger in the locker room until I was alone any uses the urinal quick, before reporting to the gym. But then someone asked why I stayed behind, there went that idea. As a result by mid afternoon almost every day my bladder was screaming in agony, so stretched it felt like it would tear. My penis throbbed in pain also with such intense pressure I thought the tip could pop off. Having endured the my pee is going to come out in my pants feeling, for hours and it didn’t, I learned it was not. Often my entire abdomen cramped as my distended bladder expanded out of its normal area and pressed on other organs. By the end of many days my kidneys also hurt. The pressure at my pee hole was so intense for so long, I would not have noticed if I started leaking until I felt my briefs getting wet. Somehow for the most part this never happened. There were a few 4:30 days when I felt a drop or two dribble uncontrolled across the outside of my throbbing penis. The only time I partly wet my pants, was after school, in my first year high school, when I attempted my first foray into pee play. The object was to pee off a high point. I didn’t make it, but that’s another story.
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  32. Request Sarah B.

    The Do Not Post List link is at the bottom in the footer of every page.
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  33. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f81c2bd15a48
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  34. She’s back! https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/77295/23967385/huge-blue-jeans-wetting
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  35. During the morning I drank lots of water to stay well hydrated. Around 13:00 I diced to take a long ride on my longboard. I grapped my beanie since it was not that warm outside anymore and put on my old trashed converse. They have holes and you can see my toes/socked on multiple places but I still love to wear them. My bladder was already pretty filled from all the water but I don't wanted to waste more time so I ignored it. After an 30min ride I stopped at an coffe shop and ordered an Cappuccino and a glass of water. Once I drank both I continued my ride. Suddenly I had to pee really bad. I was ~45min away from home and no way to go to the toilet. I decided it was time to go home now and turned around and begun my ride home. After half an hour another huge pee wave hit my bladder and a stream of piss escaped into my boxershorts and jeans. I managed to stop it pretty fast so no damage was done 😛 When I reached home I was hardly able to hold it back. Just had enough time to put down my phone an take some pics for you. Jumped back on my board and just relaxed. The feeling of relief was just great. The pee gushed out into my boxershorts, running down my jeans filling up my chucks. It was so much it even splashed down on my board :P. I completely emptied my bladder right there. Everything got soaked 😛
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  36. 960 downloads

    A woman who is 40 weeks pregnant holds her pee for as long as she can, dances a little bit to some music, and eventually pees on the floor in her living room.
    Free
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  37. All right I am in love with this new editor and for some reason am designing an omorashi mid-boss battle for a wetting dungeon.
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  38. It is so endearing when one tries to keep the carpet clean~
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  39. FF-010

    2,052 downloads

    In this JAV desperate ladies in the subway rush to the restroom some just barley make it while others wet themselves once they enter the stall. Enjoy
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  40. Shizuku Leg Up (Wetting)

    From the album: Ashi's Omorashi Art

    This was requested in the Omo Discord of Shizuku attempting the leg up trend, but obviously after numberous drinks and a full bladder... it's bound to end in streams ~
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  41. Damn, Nejire wasn't expecting that. Thanks to Shioboi for the art
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  42. (Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.) This story was a suggested by @LifeIsStrange. I hope you like this. Meryl opened her eyes and looked around. She got up from her bed and sat at the edge. She was unaware of how much time had passed since she got taken to the cell. Meryl stood up and walked up to the door. She looked through the hole but there was nobody standing nearby. Meryl sighed and went back to her bed. She laid back down and looked at the ceiling. She placed her hands behind her head and started working out to pass the time. A few minutes had passed and Meryl was still busy working out. She stopped when she felt someone watching her. She looked at the vent above her, but there was nobody there. She stared at the vent for a while to confirm there was nothing there and then went back to working out. About a minute had passed and Meryl was now staring at the ceiling. The prisoner was starting to feel the urge to pee. She looked to her side and saw a toilet next to sink. Both the toilet and the sink were a little dirty, which made her cringe a little. Still, any place was better than in her pants. She looked at the vent to make sure there really wasn't anyone watching her. She then looked back at the door. She was about to get up and use the toilet until she heard a voice coming from the cell next to her. that voice didn't sound at all like the chief. She decided to ignore the pressure in her bladder for now and listen to what they were saying. "What i'm about to tell you is classified information." "Okay..." "We were conducting exercises with a new type of experimental weapon." Meryl stayed against the wall and listened to what was going on in the other cell. It was a bit difficult for her to focus on the conversation due the pressure in her bladder. She kept listening until she was startled by someone yelling.... "HEY! SHUT UP IN THERE,WILL YA?!" Meryl looked at her door. She ran up to it and looked through, she could barely see a cell guard walking away from the cell. Meryl looked at the wall and then back at the toilet. She decided to continue listening to the conversation as she could just use the toilet after they were done talking. She just hoped the conversation wouldn't last too long as the pressure was bothering her. She leaned against the wall and kept listening to the conversation. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You....haven't heard any other way to disarm the PAL, have you?" one of the voices said. Meryl groaned a little. She was able to catch most of the conversation, but her bladder proved to be a bit of a distraction. Meryl looked back at the dirty toilet. She considered using it now as she felt like this conversation would go on for a while. But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice groaning. "Huh?" Meryl gasped. She got up from the bed and ran towards the door. "Hey! What's going on?!" Meryl yelled as she started banging against her door. But the voice kept groaning. Meryl banged harder, but the voice kept groaning. and then....silence. The voice completely stopped. "Hello?!" Meryl kept banging against the door, but she got no response. "Hey!" a voice said. Meryl backed away from the door. The door opened and a cell guard entered the room. "Stop banging against the door! What do you think you will...." The guard said as he approached her. Meryl didn't listen to what the guard had to say. All she was focused on was the opportunity to escape. She punched the guard and grabbed him by the neck while he was stumbling away from her. The guard tried to break free from her grasp by elbowing her in the stomach. Meryl gritted her teeth as she felt the pain from the punch and the pressure from her bladder. She threw guard against the wall. The guard tried to get up, but Meryl punched him in the face and knocked him out. Meryl looked at the entrance and the door was still open. This is it, this is her chance to escape. But then she looked back at the toilet. The pressure in her bladder was getting harder and harder to ignore, But with the door open anyone walking by could see her relieving herself. She decided to hold it in for now and take the chance to escape. She grabbed the knocked out guard and stripped him off his uniform. After putting on that uniform, she grabbed his weapon and exited the cell. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then headed to her right. She took one look at the closed cell that was next to the one she came from. She tried to peek through the entrance hole and what she saw surprised her. it was the DARPA chief, but he was on the ground and he wasn't moving at all. Meryl slowly stepped away from the cell and started moving forward. That is until she heard the cell door open. she turned around and pointed her weapon at the one who exited the cell. "DON'T MOVE!" She yelled as the person she was aiming at stopped. she looked at the chiefs body again and pressed her weapon against the man. "So....You killed the chief? You bastard...." Meryl said. The man turned to look at her. Meryl's eyes widened. The man looked a lot like Liquid Snake. But there was something different about him. The man took a step towards her. She kept aiming her weapon at the man. However, her hands were shaking and the pressure in her bladder made it a little difficult for her to stand completely still. "Is this the first time you pointed a gun at a person?" the man asked. She then pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. "Can you shoot me rookie?" The man asked. Almost as if he was taunting her. Meryl didn't say anything. She just nervously aimed her gun at him. "You're not one of them...are you?" the man asked. Suddenly, one of the doors opened and a bunch of guards ran through. The man immediately started gunning down the Guards that ran through the door. Meryl was aiming at the door, but she didn't pull the trigger. "What are you waiting for?! Shoot!" The man said as he kept firing. "Don't talk to me like i'm a rookie!" Meryl replied as she started firing wildly at every guard that came through the door. After a while, she didn't see any guards coming. She approached the door slowly, all while trying to ignore the pressure she felt with every step she took. She looked around and didn't see any guards approaching. She exited the room and ran towards a nearby elevator. While she was running, she could feel someone staring at her again. She entered the elevator and almost immediately turned around and started firing behind her. She kept firing for a while until she was sure whoever was following her was gone. she sighed and waited for the elevator to close. She then lowered her weapon and sighed. She was starting to regret not using the toilet in her cell. She crossed her legs and looked around while waiting for the elevator to stop. She could only hope she could find a away to get out of here fast. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After getting out of the elevator and roaming around the place, Meryl was suddenly contacted by the same man that helped her get out of her cell. it turns out that man was the legendary Solid Snake. Her goal was to open up the Cargo and then contact him again. Unfortunately, going around the place was more stressful than she thought. Not only did she have to worry about the guards, but she also had to worry about her need to pee. Her bladder was more full and the pressure she felt had only gotten stronger since her escape. To the point where she was starting to worry she wasn't going to make it out of here and find a toilet. It seemed her only option now was to find a place within the base to relieve herself. But she had to ignore her needs for now, as she was busy unlocking the cardo door. After she did that, she called Snake to inform him. She put her mask back on and told him to meet her at the nuclear warhead storage building. She was supposed to stay put and wait for Snake, but she wanted to see if prove to him that she wasn't a rookie. Not only that, but she was also hoping she could find a bathroom while making her way over there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was very close to the building now. Meryl hid in the bushes and looked around. On her way here, she had to get away from a few guards that had spotted her. Compared to when she broke free from her cell, she had an easier time shooting them. But focusing on them still proved to be difficult because of her bladder. By this point, she was pretty full and the fact she had to walk on foot in a snowy environment didn't help at all. Because of this, she decided to keep running until she could reach the base. She contemplated peeing in the bushes, but that thought was quickly interrupted by a Codec Call from snake. He had found the chief engineer of Metal Gear and she was now tasked with looking after him. "THERE SHE IS,OVER THERE!" a guard shouted. Meryl quickly hung up and ran away from the bush, with the guards giving chase. after a bit of running, she hid behind a boulder and put on her mask. she peeked from behind the boulder to see if they were still following her. Sure enough, they were standing there and looking around for her. While their backs were turned, Meryl aimed her weapon and shot both of then down. After looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she walked away from the boulder and entered the building. Meryl placed her free hand between her legs. She felt like she was getting near her limit. She kept walking forward, hoping to find a bathroom on her way to the engineers room. She entered a hallway and saw a bunch of dead bodies laying around. and it looked like they all got cut. she walked up to the door at the end of the hallway while ignoring the bodies. She opened the door and looked around. This looked like the room she was be in, but Snake and the engineer were nowhere to be found. Meryl decided to leave the room and look around the building. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meryl exited the elevator and looked around. Once the coast was clear, She exited the elevator. She saw another open door that lead to an office. as she approached the door however, she looked to her left and saw Snake standing there. He was just.....standing there and his weapon was lowered. Despite this, Meryl entered the office and ignored him. She looked around the office and to her delight, she saw another door that lead to the restrooms. Finally having a chance to relieve herself, she went through the door and saw a few seats with mirrors to her left and a few toilet stalls to her right. Meryl quickly removed her mask and took off her uniform. She was now standing there wearing nothing but a black tank top and some gray panties. She entered a stall and closed the door. she approached the toilet and placed her weapon against the wall. After that, she turned around and pulled down her panties. She sat down on the toilet and relaxed. Almost immediately, she let out a strong stream of pee. Meryl closed her eyes and let out a relieved sigh as her stream of urine splattered against the toilet bowl and into the water. It felt so good to let it all out after holding it in. She slowly opened her eyes and listened. Besides the sound of her peeing, there was no other noise in the room. Meryl leaned her back against the toilet and closed her eyes, waiting for the stream to end. After almost half a minute, her stream had completely stopped. A few droplets fell down and landed on the toilet bowl. the grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself clean. She then dropped it in the toilet and got up from it to pull her panties back up. Right as she was about to flush the toilet however, she heard some footsteps. She grabbed her weapon and waited. She footsteps got louder and louder until she could see someone standing in front of her stall. Meryl waited for a while before the person standing in front of her stall walked away. She then exited her stall and aimed her weapon at him. Right at the same time, the person turned around and aimed his weapon at him. This person once again turned out to be Snake. "Y'know...Men aren't allowed in here...." Meryl said as she lowered her weapon.
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  43. Gaming Emergency

    From the album: Peafowl's OC's

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  44. Old High School wetting. (This story also contains messing) This experience happened about 7 years ago. It was a Friday night and the urge to pee was strong. I had the house to myself and no other plans so I figured I might as well find a place to pee my pants in public. Whenever this idea popped into my head I would get so excited and a devious little smile would always appear. I knew doing this was so naughty and forbidden which made me want to do it even more. At the time, I had only really just started wearing clothes to pee in that were a lot harder to hide the wetness. This made me feel even more naughty as the thought of someone seeing me in my wet pants excited me on a whole other level. What kind of pants should I wear that really shows I wet my pants? I hit my closet and started thumbing through all of my pants options. Black jeans were out. I might as well just pee in a toilet wearing black jeans. Dark blue jeans are fun to pee in during the day but at night it's so dark outside chances are a slightly darker discoloration would not be noticeable enough so I passed on those. I had several pairs of lighter blue jeans that would definitely show the wetness but right next to the pile of jeans were a stack of khakis. Bingo! I pulled out a pair of slim, khaki slacks that hugged my crotch just perfectly. They were just the right color of tan too; not too light, not too dark. I had wet these at home before in my bathroom a few times to test out the wetness and get a feel for whether or not they could be public wetting pants or not. Let me tell you, these pants do not hide wetness in the slightest. I immediately got hard thinking about what I was about to do. I stripped down, pulled out a fresh pair of tighty whitey briefs and put them on followed by the khaki pants. They were nice and snug around my skinny little waist that I could see my excitement through the front of my pants. I put on a grey t-shirt and a hat to complete the ensemble. I already had to pee at this point as I had been naturally holding for most of the day but I wasn't quite desperate enough so I decided to fill up some more before heading out. I went into the kitchen and chugged a glass of water. No matter what I drink after that, a glass of water always goes right through me pretty quickly so I knew that would speed things up. I had some lemonade in the fridge as well so I poured myself two glasses of that and chugged them both. My stomach was a little full after that but I knew it would soon pass and turn into a desperate pee situation which was exactly what I was after that evening. I hung around for about a half hour and by that time I could feel the need to pee start to intensify. Since I didn't know where I was going to do this yet I figured I should probably head out and find the spot before I get too desperate. So I got into my car and started aimlessly driving around looking for the perfect opportunity and location to fully wet my pants. It was about 8pm, the sun had already been down for about an hour and the air was nice and cool for a Fall night so I figured somewhere outside in a park or nightlife area would be ideal. I drove to a few different bar populated areas but there either weren't enough people around or too man people around to do it so I just kept driving. I started to tell myself to think outside of the box a little bit. I always tend to drive around the same areas looking for places to wet myself so maybe I would have better luck going to some areas that I am never in. I started driving south towards the town where I grew up which was only about 20 minutes from where I currently lived. My hometown is essentially a suburb of the city where I live so it wasn't too far off the beaten path. I drove into my hometown and started to hit a few of the places I used to go only a few years prior when I was still in High School but being a suburban town there wasn't much of a nightlife so not too many people were out. I decided to drive by my old High School before I left to find a different area and to my surprise when I approached the school I saw that there was a Football game going on. BINGO!!! My High School sat right next to the Football field where all of the home games were played so the parking lot was full. I pulled into the lot and found a parking spot kind of in back away from where the majority of the cars were parked. I was thinking I could just walk around the outside of the school kind of by the field and find a dark corner on the opposite end from where I parked and pee my pants. Then I would have to walk back to my car in noticeably wet pants hoping nobody would see me. This was good enough for me so I got out and started walking. By this time, I was so desperate to pee that it was almost impossible to walk normally. Every step put pressure on my bladder and it was just begging for a release. Every time I am in this position I always wonder if I should be less "sneaky" about it and just stop in the open and let go, soaking my pants down both legs regardless of who is around me to see. I still have yet to be able to bring myself to do something like that but having those thoughts are always fun and it just helps get me in the mood to go through with public wetting. Anyways, I was circling around the front of the building when I noticed that a few people were walking in and out of the actual school. The doors to get in were unlocked and open to the public for some reason. At that point, I ditched the first plan and started concocting a new one. I had to get inside and pee my pants in my old school. I had to! The thought of doing it go me so excited I was almost shaking. When I reached the front doors of the school, I casually walked inside like I belonged making sure I didn't look suspicious in anyway despite the fact that I was walking a little funny because of my full bladder as well as me shaking from the excitement. I was now in the main commons area and there were probably 10 people scattered out in the big open area, many of them with their coats on obviously getting ready to leave. I didn't make eye contact with anybody, I just turned down one of the halls and kept walking. I passed 3 people down the first hall but nobody paid any attention to me nor I them. I turned down another hall and was met with the staircase that led downstairs to the art rooms, cafeteria and the drama room/auditorium. The bottom floor was a lot darker than the top so I figured that nobody was down there which was absolutely perfect for what I was about to do. As I was going downstairs, I suddenly felt a little movement in my stomach. I realized that I needed to poop too. Now, I don't venture too much into pants pooping but in all honesty it is something that I enjoy too whenever I am able to do it. So, once I hit the bottom of the stairs I had to decide where I was going to do this and if I was even going to poop my pants too. I was grabbing my crotch and walking now I was so desperate. Whatever was about to happen had to happen soon. I didn't want to pee my self in the bathroom like I normally do so I walked to the end of the hallways where the auditorium was, hoping it would be unlocked. I got to the door and tried the handle and to my surprise it was open. I walked in to the auditorium and all of the lights were off. Standing in the big empty room with all the seats looking at the empty stage knowing what I was about to do got me so hot. The pressure in my bladder and bowels were intensifying so I had to do this now. I decided to go on stage, behind the curtains in the backstage area where there was no carpet. There was a little utility room back there with some controls and cables but more importantly concrete floors. I decided to lay down and do my simulated bedwetting thing again like I detailed in another story when I wet at my old community college. I quickly laid down on the cold floor with my penis pointed up in my briefs. Laying like this took some pressure off my bladder so I was able to contemplate a little what I was about to do. If I go through with this how was I going to get out without getting caught in wet pants? I was playing a few different exit strategies in my head, taking certain hallways that would lead me to different exits all over the building. As the thoughts went through my head, my pee was now at the tip of my penis ready to come out. I paused briefly, the overall silence and darkness of where I was made everything that much more intense. I tried to let out a little spurt but I had to go so badly that it came shooting out as a jet into my pants. I was able to stop it right away but just the one spurt and I could already feel the warmness in my crotch. With the khaki pants I was wearing I already knew that it soaked through and would be noticeable. Every time I am in this position I always consider backing out to save myself from embarassment but then I realize that all of this would've been for nothing. I tell myself to just do it and worry about the consequences later. I paused again, soaked in the silence of the room; the only thing that could be heard was my heart pounding out of my chest. And just like that in 3.....2..........1 I relaxed and let go. My pee came bursting out of me, immediately warming up my crotch. I could hear it hitting my pants and the floor beneath me as I lay there. I could feel the wetness quickly spreading up to my stomach then up to my chest as well as down to my knees. I was so horny at this point I stopped letting it just release on it's own and I started to push it out in full force to ensure that I was thoroughly soaked. I looked behind me down towards my side to see if the puddle was expanding outwards and I could see a growing stream on my right side extending out towards the wall beside me. I could still hear the pee with every hard push and with every hard push I could feel my bowels were ready for release as well. I was still undecided whether or not that was going to happen but I was acknowledging that I had to go. When the last of my pee hit my pants I just laid there in my puddle processing what I had just done. My initial thoughts were "OMG!!!!" and "What the F did I just do?" I wasn't regretting anything yet, I was just super horny and soaked in the basement of my old school knowing that there were potentially hundreds of people upstairs/outside and the likeliness of getting back to my car unnoticed was very slim. I thrust my crotch into the ground and I could hear the pee sloshing around underneath me. I was grinding my hard on into the ground in my pee soaked pants and briefs. The smell of pee was in the air, but subtle enough where I wasn't worried about the smell lingering. Even if it did, nobody would even be here until Monday and I didn't even go to this school anymore so I wasn't worried about getting in trouble or anything. These were just the thoughts going through my head in the immediate aftermath. I laid there for a few minutes after wetting before standing up to inspect the damage and just as I suspected, I was completely soaked damn near head to toe. My entire shirt was soaked from the collar to the bottom. My pants were completely soaked in front, the entire crotch stretching out to both sides and down both legs cutting off just below the knees. The puddle underneath me was massive. There was nothing I could do about that so I just walked out of the utility room and back on the stage. I stood on the stage in my wet pants looking out to the empty seating. I couldn't believe I was standing on the stage in wet pants where I had stood in school plenty times before. I never would've guessed I would be doing this one day here in this auditorium. As I was standing there, I figured I might as well go all in so I leaned forward just a bit and gave it a little push. I was now completely filling the back of my briefs with poop. Once the back of my briefs were full I just stood there in ecstasy. I had a bulging erection in front, showing through the front of my soaked pants and a bulge in back where I had just pooped my pants. The stage of course now smelled like poop and I could also smell the wet pants too but it wasn't overpowering, it was just enough for me to be turned on. It only reminded me that I was a naughty little boy who just peed and pooped his pants in public and now I had to walk back to my car and try to not get caught. I was now in exit mode. First, I peaked my head out of the auditorium to a dark hallway back to the stairs. The coast was clear so I exited and proceeded down the hallway. My pants were clinging to me from all the wetness and every step I could feel the bulge of poop between my legs which was not helping my erection. I got to the stairs and stopped to listen for any activity upstairs. I could hear some voices but they were all from a distance so that told me nobody was in the hallway upstairs there were probably people in the commons area still only. I didn't necessarily have to exit through the main doors as I was sure that the side exits would let me out too. So instead of even trying to go upstairs I would just exit from the bottom floor which would let me out on the other side of the school form where I was parked. The only problem was that was right where the football field was located. I walked to the other side of the school still in the dark hallways of the bottom level towards the exit doors. Once I got to the exit doors I could see that there were people everywhere outside. The game was still going on but there were people walking around the entire school and football field, mainly kids who obviously attended the school who didn't want to watch the game. At this point , I felt a little panicked. How the hell was I going to get out of here? I could always turn back around and go back up the stairs and out the main exit? There were still people there but not nearly as many people as were right outside the doors by the field. I ended up waiting by the doors for probably 10 minutes to see if people would leave the area. Finally, it looked like people were clearing out, at least from where I was standing inside the school. I waited for a window to at least pop my head out and look around to see if walking out back to my car was an option. As soon as I popped my head out I saw that nobody was over by the direction I needed to walk to get to my car so I took that opportunity to exit the building finally. There were still people to the right of me but they were far enough away where I was comfortable enough to take the chance. I quickly exited and started quickly walking down the sidewalk opposite of the football field. I was now behind the school walking south, my car was parked on the north side front of the school. The coast was clear so far behind the school at least. I had to pee again but I had no idea what was around the corner ahead so I held off on peeing my pants any more (not that it would've mattered at this point). As soon as I got to the corner, two guys and a girl all high school age were walking right towards me about 30 yards ahead. "FUCK!!!" I thought. I kept my head down, got off the sidewalk and walked into the little road that went around the school to create space between myself and them. I didn't even look up at them I just kept walking. I noticed that when I passed them they were completely silent compared to when I first saw them they were chatting up a storm. I will never know if they noticed my pants but I was only like 20 feet away from them when we passed and there were plenty of lights on behind the school so maybe they did? I didn't even look behind me to see if they were looking back I just kept walking forward. I stayed on the access road until I reached the parking lot at the front of the school. There were people scattered all over the parking lot but for some reason I was fine. I walked in between cars making my way to my car so I don't feel like I was being too suspicious. I passed two more people who were walking to their cars to leave but each time I just kept my head down to not make eye contact and as far as I know they didn't notice. I finally reached my car but before I got in, I looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was close to me. There was nobody around close enough to see me so I gave it a little push and started peeing my pants again. It re-soaked the wetness up front and this time it went down the inside of my legs and into my shoes. This was probably the wettest I had ever been in public and not to mention there was a nice sized poop in the back of my pants too. I finally got into my car and sat down, squishing the contents of the back of my underwear. I didn't care at this point, I was already wet and messy anyways. I drove back home replaying what I had just done in my pants. When I got back to my house I was horny and needed a release so I made my way into the bathroom to fully inspect all of the damage. I removed my pants and shirt and admired my soaked yellow briefs hugging my skinny little body. I turned around to see the damage in back and boy was I messy. Had I not sat down in it it might not have been as bad but let's just say I had some clean up to do. I ended up playing a bit in my underwear before having a powerful climax. I hopped in the shower to properly clean my mess then decided the underwear was not salvageable so I tossed them. This was by far one of my favorite public wetting/messing experiences. I won't be sharing many of my messing stories as I don't really have a whole lot of public messing experiences. I hope this didn't turn any of you off, I will keep the majority of these stories to strictly wetting.
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  45. Moms

    I think it is great to watch moms pee. Maybe it is an extension of a fascination of watching pregnant women pee. (and a fantasy of being a PC (actually a Bobby), because of the hat and being required by law to have to take it off and hold it for any pregnant woman who had to pee. I was told this was actually police policy in the UK and I so wanted to be a Bobby (now a Police Constable) just so I could have women pee into my helmet. I was also very young (elementary school) when I was told this. When I was of age, and back on the main subject, I was dating and a date was reluctant to do more than kiss and cuddle. I thought it was me. She laughed and said it was because she had 2 kids (I knew that) and every time she was excited / laughed a lot / orgasmed, she peed a little. It embarrassed her a lot. I told her I didn't care. She thought I was kidding. She said guys say that and then get a bj or have sex and the moment it gets messy, they leave. I told her to take her time and if she wanted me to prove her past experiences wrong, I would gladly do it with no pressure. It took a while, but she let me sit in the bathroom with her while she peed. Then I asked to wipe her back to front (kidding ... she looked shocked too!). Finally, she was so relaxed with me one night, she said to go ahead, but I had to promise I would not stop being her friend. I took a long time to build her up and she orgasmed ... and peed. She froze. I did not run away. I held her. She cried. We fell asleep and the next morning started again. We weren't together every day, she had her kids some time and her ex had them some (joint custody separate household thing). But I felt it was going really, really well. A few months passed and it was a busy time for both of us. She was nervously excited and something else. We went to dinner one night and she said (after ordering) ... "We need to talk..." I won't draw it out for you, but it felt like years for me, before she finally told me her fear of peeing had made her stop being sexual with her husband and that stopped communication, which stopped the marriage. It turned out that he never minded her "losing her bladder" (his words) and never detracted from her sexiness at all. He could never understand what was wrong because she did not say anything ever to him. Well, that was it for that relationship. They are both good friends, now. He thanks me (even decades later) almost every time he sees me - no matter where we are. It is embarrassing. I tell people I alerted him not to use a car repair shop. They were not only ripping people off but also about to be raided. (True story, but the person I warned off was another person.) I did not want him to lose his car. So, yes, I get the mom peeing ... gods, she was gorgeous. I mean it was just she had her own beauty that is indescribable but just somehow takes my breath away - and with my favourite kink ...
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  46. This is a little spin-off of the story. This time it is told from Jess´s perspective. There is not much intro but hopefully the original story provides enough context. Just about ten minutes left. Jess´s hands and forearms surely could use a break. She wasn´t in shape like she used to be before the virus-induced interruption and had to become used to doing her job again. While massaging her client´s feet she though that the woman in front of her was certainly anticipating the end of the massage even more. Her client didn´t make the impression to be desperate at all but she had mentioned twice already that she needed to wee but had refused to take a break. "Maybe I´m doing a good job then", Jess thought to herself. It was her first and her last massage for the day and at the same time the first massage in ages. And she was happy that it was obviously enjoyed. She focused on the massage again and a few moments passed. Jess heard the voice of her client. "I´m going." Jess´s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes unpreventably found her clients crotch. While a big massage towel hid the lower and upper back up to the neck of her client, her butt – slightly elevated and covered by light blue satin fullback panties – almost proudly presented itself. Jess was shocked as she heard a distinct noise and saw a wet patch form and grow and grow. What a surreal scenario! Her client, a woman of maybe 30 years and drop-dead gorgeous, lay in front of her totally relaxed and peed herself without trying to hide it or to hold back. Jess couldn´t believe it and almost forgot to go on with the foot rubs. And yet there she was with her stream still going. Jess could feel her face getting bright red. Something like this had never happened before in her 4-year-career as a masseuse. She was somehow getting aroused but also felt embarrassed and ashamed for her client. Wild thoughts were running through Jess´s brain: "Wow, no way! What is happening?! Was this me? Is this my fault? Did I put her in this… state?" Jess knew that reflexology can have an impact on body functions. But her knowledge about it was limited and surely even if she wanted to she could never induce… and accident. She decided to not say a word and remain as professional as possible. Her eyes were still fixed on the glistening fabric between the slightly opened legs of her client. Her panties were soaked, the rolled-up towel underneath her was soaked and the flow was still going. Jess only managed to look away when the hissing sound had subsided entirely. "I wonder how it feels like, she seems to not mind it at all." She had to think about Tim, her boyfriend of about one year. Two months back they had talked about their fetishes and he had confessed that he was into watersports. Since then she had allowed him to watch her pee from time to time because she new he enjoyed it. But to this point she had not dared to indulge any further despite Tim´s requests. They had a fulfilling sex life, nevertheless. Jess started to fantasize. The recent happenings truly had turned her on. Maybe if she told Tim this experience it could lead to some… fun. She smiled at the thought. Checking the time told Jess that she was long overdue. She went for a last round of techniques to finish of the massage. Her client had not said a word in the meantime. "All right, we´re slowly coming to an end here. I hope you enjoyed. I will leave now. You can relax for another moment or two and then meet me at the reception. Take your time." "Gotcha." Jess quietly left the massage room and went through the little corridor to the reception. She wanted to call Tim. They had talked earlier, just after Jess had let her "after-hour" client enter, so he knew that she would be late. "Hey baby, how are you", Tim picked up the phone. Jess wanted to play it cool and also didn´t have too much time to talk. She had to control herself not to hint something right away. That would have been a mean tease. "Hey Tim. I´m still at work but will be on my way shortly." "Perfect, dinner will be ready. Love you!" "Love you, bye!" Tim had lost a bet the week before and had promised to cock her favorite dinner. "Such a sweety." After ending the call Jess contemplated how to speed her client on her way with as little awkwardness as possible. She found herself blushing a little bit again. "The poor thing. Hopefully, her very first massage experience was not ruined." A moment later her client appeared. "Listen, I want to apologize. I don´t even know…" "Hey, don´t worry about it too much. Nothing a quick rinse couldn´t fix. So, don´t shame yourself! I certainly won´t. Stuff can happen, you know. Hopefully you still enjoyed the massage." "Very much. Thank you. And thank you for being so kind", the young woman replied relieved to Jess putting money on the counter. "This is way too much, I can´t take it. But thanks for the offer." "Please", her client replied. "You opened up late just for me. And I, uhm.. caused.." Jess didn´t want to force her to talk about her wet accident and expose her. So, she quickly intervened: "It´s fine, it´s fine. I´ll take it." "It´s the least I can do." Finally, Jess took her pay and her tip. "Well, thank you very much. Have a great week and maybe till next time!" "Yeah, maybe. You too. Goodbye!" Jess peaked at her as she turned and almost floatingly left through the door. You could tell that the massage had really done her well. "Such an elegant being." When she was out of sight, Jess stood up in a hurry. She wanted to get to Tim´s place now as soon as possible because she was hungry from her long day but even more so… horny. She had to wipe down the massage table and put all the used towels in the laundry basket. Most of her other work she had already done before meeting her unexpected guest. After she was done with the massage table, Jess made an even more unexpected find. The satin fullbacks she minutes ago saw getting drenched in pee. There they were, laying near the chair at the entry of the massage room. As she was starring, an idea came to her mind. Jess got a plastic bag, collected the rolled-up towel that suffered most of the damage by absorbing the majority of her client´s urine and picked up the panties. They had gone a bit cold. She hesitated for a second but couldn´t resist and smelled them. To her surprise she perceived the smell not only to be not bad but actually enjoyable. "Kinda hot. Maybe he was right. Maybe Tim did know what he was talking about in the end. Maybe it was unfair to not even give that stuff a try. I will make up for it, starting tonight." Jess put the panties into the bag, left her workplace and got on her way to walk the approximately two kilometers to Tim´s place. It was already dark and a bit chilly but there was no way she was taking the bus with this kind of luggage. While walking she pictured in her head what she might tell him, what she might do and how he would react. She found herself more and more turned on. Hopefully, he was in the mood at all. Jess arrived, entered the building and walked up the stairs to his flat. They weren´t exactly living together yet, but Tim had given her a key a long time ago. "Hey baby!", Jess shouted while stepping through the door. No answer. She listened closely and found her assumption confirmed by deep, regular breathing sounds. "Classic." She put the plastic bag she brought down and sneaked into the small living room where she found Tim sleeping on the coach. Jess smiled then softly kissed him awake. "Baby", Tim mumbled and rubbed his eyes while sitting up. "Oh, oh now. I haven´t even started cooking. I´m at it right away, Jess. How was your day?" He had a somewhat guilty look on his face and wanted to get up but Jess hold him down and gave him another kiss. A proper one, this time. "Forget about dinner for a second, baby. I would really like to tell you about my day and I want you to stay right here with me." Tim seemed a bit confused but remained seated. "What happened? Is everything all right?" "Baby, relax! You´re in for a treat!", Jess teased. She then proceeded to explain what had happened to her from the beginning. She described how her last client looked like, what she was wearing before and during the massage and how she had mentioned her bathroom-needs twice. That last part surely sparked Tim´s curiosity. He was fully awake now. He tried to hide it but Jess knew all to well that her boyfriend was getting excited. A quick glance at his crotch give her the clearest signal. "And then, I couldn´t believe it myself, she peed herself! She even made an announcement! Panties still on, without turning a hair! Full on! With me having the premium view! Not kidding." She made a short break and looked Tim straight in the eyes. His mouth was half open. Jess could tell he was somewhere between thankful, turned on and uncertain because she had out of the blue came around with this story heavily tingling one of his major sexual desires she had kind of neglected before with few exceptions. "Wow", he said. He was lost for words. And rightfully so. Jess smiled. "And, Tim…?" "Yeah?" "It was kinda hot. To be honest." His face had the expression of true happiness. "You mean, you mean you liked watching? And…" "I mean, the hole situation was so unexpected, overwhelming and… erotic. I can now somehow relate to your omorasi-what´s-it-called fetish a little bit. Thinking about it now, that woman might have this fetish, too? What do you think? But yeah, I must admit I liked watching, hearing, witnessing her accident. It was hot." Jess didn´t only want to pleasure him by saying that but really meant it and was happy to have brought it up in front of her boyfriend. He reacted: "What do I think? I think I have to treat you really good so you don´t run off one day with some pee-pants massage girl!" Both of them laughed. Tim went in for a kiss. And another. Then Jess said: "Baby, not to be rude or demanding or anything but I´m really horny." She pointed at her cloths. "How about I slip out of all of this, put on some… let´s say surprise decoration and you meet me in the bathroom in one minute to, instead of dinner, eat… me?" In 90% of the cases it had been Tim who initialized sex, so going for it now so blatantly made Jess blush a little. But she was just so horny. "Jess Selway! … You are awesome! It will be my pleasure! I love you, baby." He gave her another kiss and she rushed to get the plastic bag and entered the bathroom without closing the door. She stripped out of her leggings. He heard Tim in the living room, his voice excited: "Surprise decoration, heh? I wonder what that could be." Jess answered through the open door while stepping out of panties which were a bit creamy but not piss-soaking wet like the pair she was about to put on: "Well, they´re soft…" She pulled her sweater and her T-shirt over her had in a hurry. "…nice…" She undid her bra and got her treasures out of the bag. The towel and the panties were wet and unfortunately cold. It would be fine, the bathroom had floor heating. The smell was not to strong and, again, got Jess even more turned on. "…light blue in color…" She put the fullbacks on. It wasn´t a perfect fit but it also wasn´t too ridiculous. "Ha! Worrying about the fit when pulling up someone else´s pissy panties. Now THAT is truly ridiculous!" Jess chuckled. She expected her boyfriend to peak around the corner at any moment now. She had described her clients underway in detail to him before and he might have already picked up on what was going on. "…soaked…" She put down the rolled-up towel and took a seat. While slowly sinking backwards onto the warm bathroom floor, Jess heard some rumbling in the living room. As she expected, for Tim there was no more holding back now. That night was unforgettable. The next morning, while both of them were still in bed, Jess said to Tim: "Last night was so unbelievable, baby, I added 'pee my panties' to my monthly bucked list." And she was thanked with a kiss. The End
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  47. That's exactly how I feel. A full bladder is the sexiest thing. Better that vanilla sex, actually.
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  48. The amused chatter and giggling of long-time friends compelled Lynne to move forth. As Lynne walked deeper into the shower room, she eagerly stripped off her gown and tossed it into a pile in the corner, revealing her nude body. Lynne was comfortable in the shower room by now, after seeing her fellow cadets bathe numerous times. She did notice, however, that her body hair had grown uncomfortably thick over the long months of hypersleep. Proceeding forth, she felt warmed by the hot steam of the shower room. To her, it felt intense; the process of hypersleep chills one to the bone. Turning a corner, she saw the orderly row of suitcases atop folded, green jumpsuits. She scanned the alphabetical list, quickly finding “APIARY, LYNNE”. Lynne chuckled at the silly representation of her awkward colonial name, but understood their reason not to write “Lynne, Daughter of Hans of the Great Apiary”. Lynne rifled through her messy suitcase, searching for shower supplies. One-by-one, she pulled her shampoo, conditioner, razor, and shaving cream from the messy heap of clothes, pictures, and computer accessories. Eager to shower at last, Lynne groaned as she put all of her weight into slamming the small, standard-issue suitcase. Though it appeared to be buckling from the stress, Lynne enjoyed a small feeling of pride; she had once again avoided organizing her things. Through the soap-scented air of the steamy shower-room, Lynne recognized the voices of her friends. Marie stood on the left, scrubbing her slender legs with a bar of soap. Her soft skin was naturally dark and tanned. Her wild, frizzy, black hair only laid down when wet. Shampoo flowed down her back, pouring gently from her knotted locks. Through the roar of the shower, Marie failed to notice Lynne’s entrance. “Well it has to work itself out somehow. If you met your past self, the universe wouldn’t break. I don’t buy that.” Further away, to her right, Lynne heard Evelyn’s reply. “Well what WOULD happen then? You haven’t given me an answer.” Despite her relative distance and the thundering, high-pressure shower, Lynne could easily distinguish the rich, alto voice of Evelyn. “Hey ladies, sleep in much?” asked Lynne. Startled, Marie turned around. Lynne noticed that she clenched her legs together for a moment before her approach. “Lynne! So great to see you!” shouted Marie. “Hypersleep was the most exciting class I’ve ever taken at the academy.” Lynne chuckled, then saw Evelyn approaching. Her striking appearance was unmistakable. Hailing from a distant branch of the original humanity, Evelyn’s bright blue skin sparkled in the shower. The thick tendrils on her head moved slightly, betraying her excitement. To Lynne, the most fascinating parts of Evelyn were her incredible hands. They were wide, accommodating for her extra fingers. Despite the strangeness of her twelve fingers, her hands looked delicate and natural. “Lynne! I thought they’d never wake you up!” she exclaimed, bursting into a quick jog. Before she knew it, Lynne became wrapped in one of Evelyn’s signature hugs. Lynne blushed as their bodies pressed together. When Evelyn broke off, Lynne candidly remarked “I could really use a shower and a shave about now.” Evelyn replied “Well hurry up, orientation starts soon!” Lynne replied “Easy for you to say. You don’t have a hair on your body to wash or shave!” Evelyn laughed. “Well that’s true. I’m about done anyway. I’ll see you two later.” As she finished speaking, Evelyn returned to her shower, turned the water off, and gathered her belongings. As Evelyn bent over, Lynne caught the full view of her exotic blue body. She didn’t mind much, and made no attempt to look away; Marie noticed. Using her signature snark, Marie teased “Someone’s been having some fun hypersleep dreams!”. Lynne lightly punched Marie on the shoulder. “Shut up!”. They both giggled. As she laughed, Lynne felt a brief sense of alarm. She had accidentally released a few drops of pee down her legs. She hoped Marie would not notice. “Orientation starts soon, I should really get cleaned up.”, Lynne pointed out. “Damn right you do!” Marie countered. They both giggled again Abruptly, Lynne stepped back and turned on her shower, in an effort to conceal the tiny accident. Lynne felt relief as she stood beneath the hot shower. First, she applied copious amounts of shampoo to her greasy hair. She moved on to rubbing her body with the bar of soap. As she applied the soap to her legs, she noticed more little leaks. It must have just been the shower that relaxed her muscles, but she didn’t usually pee in the shower with her friends present. Quietly, she rinsed herself as small droplets of urine flowed into the drain. Finally, Lynne decided to shave her legs. The razor against her skin felt satisfying and relaxing. As she traced it up her legs, she enjoyed the relief of her newfound smoothness. For a moment, Lynne internally debated shaving her thick pubic hair. As she was thinking, more pee dripped onto her hand. She decided not to shave, following the unspoken tradition of her generation of cadets. The academy seemed too orderly, and some things were meant to grow wild. As the time for orientation drew nearer, Lynne rushed through the final stages of her routine. After rinsing, she collected her belongings and returned to the bench area. Through the application of an even greater force than before, Lynne managed to stuff her toiletries into her messy suitcase again. Meanwhile, Marie enjoyed a final rinse before joining Lynne. Lynne and Marie reached for towels and began drying themselves off. “What do you think they have in store for us at orientation?” Marie asked. Lynne replied “Probably the same boring stuff, just preparing us for another orbital departure.” Lynne noticed the jiggle of Marie’s ample breasts as she vigorously dried herself. After just a few seconds of drying, Marie’s unruly hair began to expand to its signature size. Each was jealous of the other’s hair; Lynne coveted Marie’s volume and Marie desired Lynne’s manageability. Once again, Lynne upset the delicate equilibrium of her suitcase to retrieve her matching gray set of bra and panties. Lynne moved her suitcase aside, revealing the folded jumpsuit below. However, as she unfolded the jumpsuit, Lynne’s face turned beet red. Hidden in the folds of the custom-fit jumpsuit was a fresh pull-up diaper! In the scramble to hide it, Marie turned around, catching Lynne in the act of hiding the embarrassing garment. Marie’s expressive eyes betrayed her surprise. Clearly panicked, Lynne feebly attempted to explain: “I-I didn’t know they would put this here!” As she nervously spoke, small jets of urine escaped, falling audibly on the floor. Lynne expended enormous effort to stop peeing on her legs. “You too, huh?” Marie responded. “What?” Lynne asked. “It happens to a lot of girls in hypersleep. Look, I got one too.” Marie unfolded her jumpsuit to reveal her own diaper. “This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with this. Believe me, I understand.” Lynne calmed, waiting for what Marie would say next. “See, we’re in this together!” Marie retrieved her towel from the bench and showed Marie. Small, yellow stains dotted the center of the towel. Marie then wiped Lynne’s legs of the pee, gently reassuring her “It’s going to be fine. If you wear the diaper, you’ll be happy you did. Trust me.” Marie confidently slipped on her pull-up before slipping into her jumpsuit. “Just try to keep moderately dry, otherwise they’ll send you into special training. Use the toilet often.” Before Lynne had a chance to ask Marie what she meant by “special training”, The digital bells rang over the intercom system. “Looks like it’s time to go!” Marie exclaimed, rushing to put on her boots. What should Lynne do? A: Take Marie’s advice and wear the diaper B: Attempt to stay dry without it
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