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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 🥰🥰😍💖
    9 points
  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
    4 points
  4. I've been waiting to do this ever since I got these bottoms. YouCut_20200613_200108777.mp4
    3 points
  5. 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
    3 points
  6. 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.
    3 points
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  8. The guy Kills it for me. It's like watching one of those idiot Paul Brothers.
    3 points
  9. 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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  10. 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!
    2 points
  11. 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
    2 points
  12. Ripped both. SE ALGUÉM FOR NO BANHEIRO O VÍDEO ACABA!! ( IMPOSSÍVEL ) [ REZENDE EVIL ].mp4 ÚLTIMO A IR NO BANHEIRO GANHA 5000 R$!! [ REZENDE EVIL ].mp4
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  13. Sure, this is the source of the video: https://vk.com/video-126336581_456239893 Thank you, I'll look her up! 🙂
    2 points
  14. Pee Book List

    I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
    1 point
  15. 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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  16. 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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  17. (Male) Date night

    Hello everyone, I've been a lurker at omo.org for quite a while, since I'd heard of the site probably, but have only posted a hand full of times before. I'm not sure why, but I got the urge to become more active, so I thought I'd share one of my favorite experiences with you all, especially since male stories seem to be less common. I know there is a smaller audience for them here that enjoys them. I’ll post what I’ve written so far, and if people like it and my writing style, I’ll keep going. A bit of background on me first: I am a youngish gay male, and have a partner who is several years older than I am. I mention the age difference because I feel like it plays a role in our sex lives, both in and out of omorashi – we're both pretty kinky, and the only easy way I know of to describe our dynamic is an almost “big brother/little brother” sort. He's by far the more domineering one between us, and has a thing for exhibitionism to boot (I don't, but I willingly indulge him as much as I can – I don't have to tell you all how nerve wracking it can be!). To stick with omorashi, this usually means that he tells me what and how much to drink, with the goal of teasing me and forcing me to hold until I wet myself, and for him, that preferably happens somewhere where others can see, and where I would be embarrassed (within reason, of course, and we stay discreet in public areas, don't make others clean up, etc.). Personally, I prefer holding to wetting, and like to think that he gets something out of seeing me squirming in pain, too. But, this means that we usually end up in a battle of his will versus my bladder when it comes to omorashi. This particular night, we on one of our weekly date nights. The plan was to go to check out a big outdoor mall sort of thing on the other side of town, grab a bite to eat, then head to a sort of club where it was acceptable for my partner could get his exhibitionism fix, let's say. I had drunk about 1.5 liters of water before we left, to get me warmed up, and brought another bottle with me, which I drank on the drive over. By the time we got to the shopping center, I remember having to go pretty badly already, probably up at a 7/10, but I had to endure a long walk from the car to the center itself (this was a very big outdoor mall, and bigger parking lot). Just to torture me probably, our first stop was an arcade. This was all a while ago, but I remember playing a few games of air hockey (which I lost, probably thanks to spending most of the time with my legs crossed, wincing in pain every time I had to lean to hit the puck), and one of those arcade shooters – probably Time Crisis, or something. After we'd both died, he gave me a look-over and asked, “You okay there?,” which was basically code for “Are you still dry?” I said yes – I was not about to wet my pants in the middle of a busy arcade, especially the ones I was wearing at the time, so I'd been holding on for dear life (for anyone who wants a mental image, I was wearing light colored well-fitting jeans and briefs, so a small slip up on my part would probably have been visible). I was surprised when the next words out of his mouth were “Want to go pee?,” but more than anything, I wanted to take the opportunity to not wet myself before we'd even had dinner. I shook my head yes. He took my hand, and led me to the restroom in the arcade, which I quickly used. I knew we weren't done though, and before long, he'd bought me another bottle of water to drink, and he told me to drink it up quickly. We walked around a bit more before dinner, including by a fountain that I was very grateful we had visited after the restroom, not before. By the time we'd sat down at a restaurant, my bladder was starting to fill again. It didn't help that he kept asking the waiter to refill my water. By the time we had taken our sweet time eating – or he took his, more like – and we paid the check, I was probably back around a 6 or 7/10. I swear I caught a sadistic grin on his face as I winced trying to stand up and we left the restaurant. (I've got to be off for now, but I hope you've enjoyed the set up at least!)
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  18. This was a really fun commission to write, thanks to Subaru! It was great to get a chance to really focus on one character, and such a cute one too! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the flickering amber glow of firelight, Yukino Yukinoshita sat and waited for the biggest moment of her life. She was alone, had been alone with her thoughts for some time, fighting a battle between her fear and her passion. The only noises were the crackling of flames, the sea lapping gently against the shore below, the ambient chirping of crickets. Under any other circumstances she would have appreciated the peace of nature, but tonight’s quiet only made her feel sick to her stomach. She was waiting for Hikigaya. That fact kept going round and round in her head like a bad song. Any minute now Hikigaya would walk through those doors and she would tell him- if she could hold her nerve- how she really felt, how she’d felt for some time now. How would he react? Yukino didn’t really want to think about it. She just knew that she had to go through with this, had to be honest with him. Her mind was made up. If it ended badly… well, at least she’d know for sure. He sure was taking his time, though. The only thing keeping Yukino from working herself that night had been the distraction of organising the prom; she’d barely had time to think about what would come after. Now, in the aftermath, all she had left were the nagging little voices in her head reeling off all the things that could go wrong. And yet somehow that wasn’t even her biggest concern- not anymore. Caught up in the constant stressful action of the night, she’d drunk plenty of water and soft drinks to keep hydrated despite the clammy heat in their busy venue. She should have predicted that her recklessness would come back to bite her. Sitting quietly on the bench now, sea breeze blowing gently over her right shoulder, Yukino desperately needed to use the bathroom. Several times she’d been sorely tempted to rush off and relieve herself before returning, but she knew that it simply wasn’t an option. If Hikigaya came out to greet her and she wasn’t there, where did that leave them? This could be the most important night of her life, and she refused to blow it. But oh, how good it would feel to empty herself. She could imagine the relief of sitting on the toilet and just letting it go; the thought made her only more desperate. The ache in her bladder, which had once been almost pleasant, was now heavy and uncomfortable. With every passing minute sitting still was becoming increasingly difficult. Every few seconds she changed position, crossing and uncrossing and folding and stretching her legs, searching fruitlessly for some sitting stance that didn’t make her feel like she was about to burst like a balloon. No matter what Yukino did, though, she was only growing more in need of a toilet. Usually she liked this outfit, but at that moment in time she resented the way the waistband dug into her abdomen, making it even harder to hold on. She was dressed in her neat black jacket with white accents, a classy shirt and a red ribbon tied into a bow around her neck. Yukino had always loved the way black clothes matched with the coal-shade of her hair while white contrasted sharply against it. It made her look smart and adult. Far too adult, she scolded, to be wetting herself. It wasn’t the fact that she was desperate that angered Yukino. It was the fact that she was desperate again. This seemed to keep happening, even though she’d grown up and taken on these responsibilities and made such strong emotional connections with people in her life. None of that changed the fact that she still had the bladder control of a little kid. Sooner or later, she’d always known, she’d find herself cross-legged, bouncing up and down on the spot, trying to hang on during a hugely important moment when she needed to be concentrating. Tonight was that night. The worst part was that she knew she’d need to hide it when Hikigaya arrived. Fidgeting and squirming and squeezing her thighs together wasn’t helping much, but it was better than nothing. As soon as her friend got there, she’d have to give up all those things and act like everything was completely normal. She couldn’t let him see her in this state, especially not considering the magnitude of the thing she was going to tell him. If he suspected she was in dire need of a visit to the ladies’ room she was sure he would insist that she went, and that would ruin everything. By the time she got back the mood would be gone. As the moon moved painlessly behind a dark cloud, Yukino’s worst nightmare came true: she felt a sneeze coming on. She tried to hold it back, but to no avail. At any other time sneezing would be no problem. Desperate, though, she feared it could be a death sentence. By some miracle she made it through without wetting herself, but it was a close call. The force of the sneeze contracted her bladder just enough to make the need to pee just that little bit worse, and it forced Yukino to do something that she never did: with one trembling hand, she reached down and held herself, squeezing tightly in an attempt to help relieve some of the pressure. It didn’t feel like she’d leaked. Still, though, Yukino knew that it was only a matter of time before that happened, too, unless Hikigaya was extremely quick. She tried to think back to the last time she'd needed the bathroom this badly and found that she couldn't remember such a time ever existing. Her bladder was screaming for relief, silenced only by the knowledge that urinating right now could spoil a night she'd put so much work into. Still holding her private area in a battle against the desperation, Yukino closed her eyes and prayed that Hikigaya would be there soon. ——————————————————————————————————————————— In one hopeless, yearning attempt to distract herself from that painfully throbbing need to pee, Yukino found herself reading through her papers once again. She wasn’t taking the words in, not really. They were just something to look at and attempt to think about something that wasn’t her bladder. At this stage, it was doing precious little to calm her urgency. Her stomach churned with nerves when she heard footsteps behind her. She recognised those footsteps. They were Hikigaya’s, deceptively light from years of tennis and cycling, but with that jittery quality that only he carried. Slowly, the anxiety and the desperation gnawing away at her, she turned to face him. There he was, looking exactly as she had been picturing him. She couldn’t put her finger exactly on what made her love him. He was just so… Hikigaya. How strange, she thought, that he has no idea I need to go. And even stranger that he doesn’t know what I’m about to say. She’d rehearsed the lines in her head dozens of times, trying every variation of I love you she could think of, and yet now, her bladder on the brink of breaking, Yukino had forgotten all of them. Before she could remember the right way to say it, he spoke first. “Good job. You somehow overcame all our challenges”. She manufactured a weak smile, which immediately faded. She was just too nervous to smile. And she had to pee too badly. “The hard part starts now,” she told him, trying to stay on topic, “we have so many issues left to settle. We can save the expenditure calculations for later. First, we have to totally clean up everything here”. Feeling her control finally starting to give way, she stood up and went to him. Immediately, Yukino realised that that had been a huge mistake. Her desperation only intensified now her legs were straightened and apart, and she almost gasped when she felt a spurt of pee spill hotly out of her crotch and begin to soak into her underwear. She’d had no say in the squirt; it had been totally involuntary. The excess, the droplets that the fabric simply couldn’t soak up, started trickling down her left leg. It felt strange and tickling on her smooth thigh. Yukino had to fight with almost everything she had to suppress any sign that she was on the verge of wetting herself. Hikigaya could not find out- not under any circumstances. She let the wad of paper in her hands fall in front of her crotch to hide any sign of the leak. All of these thoughts flew threw her panicked mind at a million miles an hour, but it only took a few seconds in real time. “True,” he agreed, “I guess we better get to it”. “And can you also check the dressing room while you’re at it?” she felt the hot dribble of pee reach her knee, and had to force herself to soldier on as if nothing was wrong. “I’m going to go pay for the additional orders and return the key, so please do that”. After I use the bathroom, she thought silently, but felt it was best not to add that part. “O-Okay… the work just keeps piling up. Uh, but yeah. I’m on it”. “A-and also, can we meet in front of the entrance when cleanup is finished?” Yukino had already lost interest in this talk, only reciting the words she knew she needed to say lest they come back to haunt her later. A second leak escaped and wet her underwear even further. This one was a little bigger than the first, her muscles fading. She needed to wrap up the conversation, and soon. “It’d be a huge help if you could check the parking lot while you wait. If there are still people gathered out there, then please say something to get them moving,” her voice was speeding up without her meaning to let it, having reeled through the checklist of things she had to say that didn’t really matter. It was now or never. If she didn’t tell him how she felt right now, she’d surely have an accident. Another wave of desperation tingled down her spine and constricted her bladder, and she almost ruined her underwear there and then. “And also-“ “There’s still more? Isn’t that enough? Give me a break!” Yukino took a deep breath. She was sure by now that her crotch was trembling with effort. Her heart pounded in her chest- this was it. It had to be, because she had to get out of there in the next minute, or she wouldn’t make it. “No, there’s one last thing I have to say…” She cleared her throat, almost having to persuade herself to go through with it. Yukino had known that, at the last hurdle, she’d want to back out. If she hadn’t been desperate for the bathroom, she might have done it. Instead she told him the truth. “I love you, Hikigaya”. Saying the words felt like a weight lifting off of her shoulders, but she couldn’t enjoy it; the weight still in her bladder was too much, and getting worse by the second. Hikigaya’s jaw dropped. She’d expected that. He looked totally lost for words, and she’d expected that too. However, when she’d pictured this scene in her head, she hadn’t expected to be going to the toilet in her underwear. A third spurt escaped and she blushed furiously, turning the shade of a strawberry. Up came those papers in her hand, trying to hide as much of her face as she could, trying not to give away the game if she could help it. This was it. Yukino was losing control, like a child, in front of the man she had just confessed her love to. Need to leave, a frantic voice in her head yelled. Need to get out of here now. She backed off. She wasn’t leaking anymore, she was dribbling, flowing like a narrow stream, like a tap turned just about on. She had to get out before Hikigaya noticed. Pee trickling into her shoe and onto her toes, Yukino turned and fled, leaving a shellshocked Hikigaya behind her. ———————————————————————————————————————————— She rushed as fast as she dared, as fast as her bladder would permit, towards the double doors that led back inside. As Yukino moved, feeling the dampness in her underwear, on her leg, in her sock, she understood all at once that it wasn’t about making it to the toilet anymore. There was still a slim chance, maybe, but her chances was looking more and more grim by the second. This was about getting out of Hikigaya’s sight before she completely lost control. She could not afford to humiliate herself in front of him. And although she would fight until she could fight no more to reach the bathroom in time, escaping her friend’s gaze was the top priority now. Running- or even walking quickly- was immensely difficult in her condition. For one thing, she had no choice but to move with her thighs pressed tightly together. But what made it even worse was the heaviness of her bladder, which now felt fuller than she’d ever thought possible, pee pressing down in an effort to escape. Her muscles were clenched tightly shut in that entire area of her body in an attempt to stop the constant stream that was flowing down both of her thighs now. Just before Yukino pushed through the doors and away from the scene, she chanced a glance over her shoulder. In the dancing firelight, there was no mistaking the shimmering drops of urine on the floor behind her. She could only hope that Hikigaya didn’t suspect what was truly going on. No sooner had the door closed behind her than Yukino's facade crumbled. Gone was the composed, controlled girl that many people knew so well, the girl who had just bravely confessed her love to her closest friend. Now she was a wreck, quivering and squirming as she charged towards the nearest bathroom. Now she was able to focus on nothing but how badly she had to pee, and whether or not she would be able to sit down on something white and comfortable before she did it. Bathroom or not, her bladder was going to give out soon. The question was not if, not even when, but where it would happen. She swung around the corner, praying fervently that there would be nobody in the hallway that she was about to turn into. Empty, thank goodness. At least there were some small miracles left for her. Yukino shot a second glance over her shoulder and saw more dribbles of pee streaked across the floor, looking far more obvious in the harsh fluorescent indoor lighting. If anyone else joined her in this room now they would surely see the evidence of her leaks, and it wouldn't take very long before they put two and two together and traced these puddles on the floor to her. if that happened, she was sure she would die from the embarrassment. No, being caught was simply not an option. She had to make it. And yet... she knew she could not. It was too far away, the door all the way at the other side of the corridor like a distant light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. Deep down, Yukino knew it was a lost cause. Maybe if she had left Hikigaya a few seconds sooner... maybe if she had had three bottles of water instead of four at the party... maybe if she had remembered to use the toilet before the prom started... Maybe, maybe, maybe... Her bladder was giving up. It was taking over, making its desires very plain. There was nothing left for Yukino to do; she was arguing, fighting, but losing. The desperate fullness of her body could simply shout louder than her mind. At some point, although she didn't know when, the trickling leaks had become a flow with a genuine forcefulness. She felt like a water feature, sheets of warm pee washing down those smooth thighs and towards the floorboards, pulled by gravity to an inevitable fate. Yukino looked up, papers still in her hands, grasping so tightly that her knuckles were going pale. The women's bathroom was still at least thirty metres away. Despite all of her determination, all of her resilience, despite how hard she had tried to keep the river inside of her, she knew she was done. She couldn't do thirty metres. She simply had to go too badly. One last look around confirmed that the hallway was still empty. That, at least, was some minuscule comfort. The wad of papers fell numbly from her hands and hit the floor, where they scattered, forgotten. Yukino plunged both hands between her legs and squeezed, knowing deep down that it was no good. Her privates were flowing, now: no longer losing a thin stream but peeing as openly and as powerfully as they would were she on the toilet. Her knees knocked together, feet turning inwards. One final moan of desperation floated from her lips, heard by nobody. All that was audible otherwise was the patter of urine falling onto the floor. Finally, completely, Yukino began to wet herself. The pressure that had been growing inside of her like a volcano erupted in an explosive release of hot fluid, which almost instantly saturated her underwear and started working through to every other fabric it could reach. Within seconds the pee was no longer being held back by clothing- it poured straight through the material covering her crotch and splashed onto the floor like a waterfall. The rest drenched her skin, not just over her legs but between them, running down to leave a trail on the polished floor. Beneath the shame and discomfort of it all was buried the tiniest speck of pleasure from the relief, but she couldn't enjoy the feeling; she was far too concerned about someone spotting her. Ordinarily Yukino would have sought some shelter to finish her accident in, but she found that she was immobilised, frozen in place almost by some unholy force of desperation. When, eventually, the flood began to slow, she breathed a last sigh of relief and humiliation. She’d dishonoured herself, soiled herself like a child, and that was without even mentioning the possible aftermath of her talk with Hikigaya. And yet, by some miracle, she was so close to getting away with it. All she needed to do was get out of there before someone arrived and saw her. That thought was enough to get Yukino moving, pacing briskly towards the bathroom, leaving an enormous puddle at the scene of the crime. She forced herself to ignore the nagging feeling that she was forgetting something, focusing instead on getting somewhere private where she could peel off these wet clothes that still felt warm on her skin. Just before she slipped through the bathroom door, Yukino turned back and took a look at the lake she had lost control of. It would look very much as if someone had emptied a bucket of water over the floor, if not for the faint smell of urine. She heard footsteps at the other end of the corridor and disappeared into the women’s toilet, shutting the door quietly behind her.
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  19. A friend of mine wanted to have some fun, so I came up with a play date for us. I know we enjoyed it, perhaps you will too. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f837af3e88ab
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  20. Welcome to the first episode of our new kinky, pants wetting themed, game show: The Public Wetting Challenge! Here is how it works- A contestant is given a specific challenge that involves wetting their pants in public. Successfully completing each challenge earns them an ever increasing cash prize. But, if they fail to complete one of the challenges for any reason, they can lose their winnings and go back to the last safety point. As they progress through the game, the prizes get bigger, but the challenges get more daring. In this episode, Alisha’s first challenge is to find a place to sit down in public and wet herself. 101 Preview.mp4
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  21. 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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  22. 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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  23. I’m writing this thread in response to wettinghose Posted June 22 Sure would love to hear more. I worked with a group of people my age for a supervisor who also supervised other groups of people my age. One person in my group also happened to be one of 3 other guys with whom I shared an apartment. We arrived around 9 or so. There were the usual munchies, soft drinks, beer and wine. I freely ate and drank wine. At midnight we all were given servings of champagne. We did the usual toasting when the ball dropped. I was very thirsty. I went to the drinks/munchies table and the only drinks available were many servings of champagne. I drank one. A few minutes late I drank another, then a few minutes later drank another. Never was my thirst quenched. I continued drinking champagne until the part broke up. My apartment mate and I started the 6 block walk to our apartment. I warned him I was drunk and had to walk slowly. We got to our apartment and I told him I was really drunk but not as drunk as a girlfriend had been. She was so drunk she wet her pants. He said “that poor woman”. I said It was shame I never really saw her again. He said I could bet she made sure of that! We got inside and I drank some water but had no awareness of my bladder. I took off my pants and went to bed. A few minutes later my stomach started complaining. The complaining got worse somI got out of bed put on my pants and hurried across the wide area to the bathroom. I got inside just in time to lift the toilet seat and throw up. I closed the door and threw up again. Then I threw up. Then I threw up very little. Then I dry heaved. Then I dry heaved. Then I got a particularly strong dry heave. I felt something push out from my butt into my undies, and warmth spreading at my crotch and down my legs. I pooped in my pants and I wet my pants. When the dry heaves slowed I clean the poop out out of my undies and as soon as I was certain it was over pulled up my pants and went to rinse out my mouth and quench my thirst. I went back to my bedroom. Somehow I thought to do what I had frequently done 11 to 13 years old: simulate a diaper. At the time I bought more undies instead of going to the laundromat 3 blocks away. I put on on of my last clean undies then roughly 20 from my laundry. I was soon asleep. The next thing I knew it was still dark and I was wetting my pants. I couldn’t stop. When I did stop the outer most undies were damp but my bed seemed to have been spared. I took off my wet undies, dried myself and put on clean undies and went back to sleep. I next woke up in late morning. I put on pants and a shirt and tried to get to the bathroom. The door was locked and the shower was running and With no warning I felt warmth spread at my crotch. I wet my pants again. I quickly retreated to my bedroom, cleaned up, put on clean undies. I went back to bed. I woke up after noon and this time I took a shower. I had no feeling of a full bladder. I got back to my bedroom and got dressed with winter coat. I had a work project that required my attention that day or lose months of work. I went to open my bedroom door and felt warmth spreading at my crotch and down my leg. I wet my pants again. As soon as it stopped I took off my wet pants and undies and put on one of my last 2 clean undies and dry pants. I took public transit into work, as I always did. On New Years Day with transfers it took about an hour to get to work. I got there, did what needed to be done in about an hour, drank some water, and left for the return trip home. I was about 2 stops from my stop. I felt a very sudden warmth spreading at my crotch. I was wetting my pants again. I got off and completely soaked my pants before I could get to the sidewalk. Very fortunate for me none of the apartment mates were up and about. I changed again putting on my last clean undies. I realized the new yea year I pope in my pants but not in a toilet. I peed in my pants 5 times and peed in a toilet 0 times. That made me a New Year’s baby! I made point of using the toilet every hour whether I felt a need or not. I finally went to bed. The next morning I took my wet and dirty pants, undies and the rest of my laundry to the laundromat. After all the laundry was done one home I went grocery shopping. As I often did I went down the infant/toddler supplies aisle. I saw something I had not paid that much attention to before: GerberR plastic panties for over 35 pounds. I thought I’m over 35 pounds. I bought a pack of 3. When I got home I took off my pants and tried on one them. It fit without stretching! The fit was much tighter than pictured but they fit. I went to work and as I usually did took the last public transport of the night. I drank as much water as I could hold and put on the plastic panties. I went for a walk avoiding the brightly lit Main Street. I walked farther and farther home. I could feel growing bladder pressure. I held until I did feel an orgasmic release and warmth spreading at my crotch between my leg and to my butt. I felt my pants and my crotch was dry, my butt was fry and between my legs was dry. I turned to walk home. Every few minutes I wet again. By the time Ingot home my plastic panties were bulging, but they did not leak! So from New Years baby to adult omorashi practitioner!
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  24. I smell some new content I need to try. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year
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  25. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f80f5d9c7578 Should meet the criteria.
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  26. 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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  27. np, glad to encourage writing on here that is legitimately well done
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  28. Not entirely the same thing, an interesting idea I had (but am not sure how to implement) is something like a BLE system that notifies you if you come in range of another person who has marked that they are "into" omorashi on the app. You could discreetly find other people near you, but it's more of a concept than anything. I don't know how to really do privacy, security etc. for a smartphone app (and don't have a dev license for iPhones), and I'm not even sure if there would be interest.
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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. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f81c2bd15a48
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  33. She’s back! https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/77295/23967385/huge-blue-jeans-wetting
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  34. I found this one since some nice person had saved the stories and posted them as a zip file not too long ago. I hope nobody minds that I repost the story here. It's not written by me, it was written by someone called "MoonSpirit" on Shara and Ger's site: Speak Up - Or Forever Hold Your Piss For some reason, I have always been shy about telling anyone that I needed to use the bathroom. Most of the time, if there were no facilities around when my need arose, I just held it silently. This story is about one of those times, but after a few hours, I could no longer keep silent (or dry)!!! Chris and I awoke early. It was a beautiful summer Saturday and we planned to get our errands done early, and then enjoy the day together doing absolutely nothing but enjoying nature. We went to the supermarket, the dry-cleaners, the pharmacy, and the garden shop. After all of this running around, we stopped at a diner for breakfast. When we finished our meal, Chris went up to the counter to pay the bill and I headed for the ladies' room. Of course, I never said where I was going, only "I'll be right back." I had to pee, but was not bursting. Upon arrival at the ladies' room, I saw a sign saying "caution...wet floor." As it turned out, the ladies room was closed because the cleaning men were cleaning a mess left by its previous occupant. I asked how long before I could enter, and the man told me it would be about 15 minutes. I could have easily waited it out, as I didn't have to go that badly, but that would have meant that I would have to tell Chris I had to go. I'm shy about that, so I couldn't do it. I just walked out into the diner, met Chris at the door, and left with him. Chris drove home to put our packages away. He told me to wait in the car and that he could handle the three small bags we purchased at the stores. Again, I couldn't tell him about my need to pee, so I just said "fine." I watched as he walked into the house with the packages. I know I should have just gone in with him so that I could relieve my now aching bladder. Chris was in the house for about eight minutes, so I knew he must have used the bathroom. Well, at least one of us was comfortable! When he got back in the car he told me that he decided to go to the beach. It was kind of cool for sunbathing, but relaxing on the beach sounded great. We were both wearing shorts and tee shirts, and had sweatshirts tied around our waists. Traffic moved briskly on our hour-long drive to the beach, but every bump we hit sent a pain through my midsection. I had to pee - BADLY! The words were on the tip of my tongue "please stop at a gas station, I gotta pee"... but I could not say them. So I suffered, in silence. I occasionally crossed my legs to ease the tension, but it was more like a casual crossing of the legs rather than a "I gotta go" crossing. The only way I could get a bit of relief was to lean forward a bit so that my peehole was pushed tightly against the car seat. Even then, I knew that if I relaxed just a bit, I'd lose some urine when I shifted position, so I held my bladder muscles tightly. Just before we arrived at the beach, Chris pulled into a gas station and asked the attendant to fill the tank. My hand was on the door, and I could see myself getting out of the car and walking to the bathroom. It was hard for me to say the words, so I just said, "be right back," and walked out of the car. My bladder felt like it was about to explode. I had to walk around the building to the bathroom, but the door was locked. There was a sign on the door that read "please obtain key from attendant." This was going to be hard for me - remember, I'm shy about letting people know I've gotta pee, and this would entail walking to the front of the building, where Chris would see me asking for the key. I had no choice, I was about to burst. When I got to the front of the building, Chris was paying for his gas purchase. I waved at him and then asked an attendant for the key. I was told that the bathrooms were out of order. Chris was watching, and I didn't want him to know that I couldn't use a bathroom, so I walked back behind the building so that he would think everything was fine. I had to go so badly now, that I didn't think I could walk back to the car normally. I looked around and saw no one. I had to go - right now! I contemplated unzipping my shorts and pulling them down so that I could squat right there, behind the building to relieve my aching bladder. I feared that someone would come walking by and did not want to get caught with my pants around my ankles, so I opted to pull my shorts and panties to the side, and pee standing up. One more quick look around told me that I was alone, so I proceeded to pull my shorts to the side. I started to pee slowly, just a few drops at a time. This wasn't easy, as the pee was running down the inside of my legs and wetting my sneakers. Oh, but it felt so good! I'd peed a few drops, hold it, and then pee again. I didn't want to let it all out at once, because I knew it would gush and wet the sides of my shorts, as well as my legs and sneakers. My bladder wanted total release and I began to pee hard and strong. Just then, a man and a child came around the building. I let go of my shorts and tightened my bladder muscle for all I was worth. I had to bend at the waist to stop from peeing all over myself at that point. Luckily, I regained control and told the guy and his kid that the bathrooms were out of commission. I then walked back to the car. My thighs were shaking from the pressure of trying to hold back the piss I had started to take. I sat in the passengers seat and immediately crossed my legs - tightly! The rest of the ride to the beach was agony for me. The pee was right at the tip of my peehole and I couldn't hold on much longer. I was using every muscle in my body to hold it back at this point and couldn't carry on a normal conversation with Chris. Finally we got to the beach and parked the car. Walking was no easy task, but I tried to smile and make like nothing was wrong. We found a spot and spread out the blanket. I was wishing it was warmer and we were in bathing suits, for I would have gone into the ocean and peed at that point. We laid on the blanket. I was on my stomach with my hand underneath me pressed tight against my peehole. Chris decided to go get us a drink. Right there, on the beach, I scooted my ass off the blanket, pulled my shorts to the side, and started to pee again. I was peeing so furiously that a puddle was forming in the sand and I had to lift my butt up. It had to be obvious to everyone around me that I was pissing, but I didn't care, the relief felt so good. I then saw Chris rapidly approaching the blanket with two sodas. Once again, I pinched it off. This time wasn't so bad though. I had let enough out to be comfortable for a while. Of course, I still had to go, but was not bursting like I had been for the past hour. I was also thirsty, and drank the soda Chris had brought me quite quickly. Within a half an hour, my bladder was once again expressing its need for relief in a BIG way. I couldn't find a comfortable position, no matter how hard I tried. This pee wanted out - and it wanted out NOW. A few drops escaped into my shorts. I glanced down and saw a wet spot the size of a quarter. I simply could not wet my pants. I jammed my hand into my crotch and squeezed my thighs together. Upon seeing this, Chris said, "I think we should find you a bathroom." I nodded in the affirmative, as I could no longer deny my need. As we made our way toward the bathroom, a few more drops leaked out. Luckily, I had my sweatshirt tied around my waist, so this was not really visible. When we arrived at the bathrooms, there was a line for both the men's and women's room. Chris asked me if I was going to be able to hold it, and I nodded yes. I wasn't sure that I could hold it though, as by now, my shorts were quite damp. Chris must have known how badly I needed to go by the look on my face, because he said "oh, you poor thing!" Of course, I told him I was fine. I was hopping foot to foot now, as pee was rolling down the inside of my legs. It was dribbling out and I couldn't stop it. I could control it so that it wouldn't gush out, but I simply could not control the spurting dribbles. If Chris noticed this, he didn't mention it to me. Finally, it was my turn in the ladies' stall. I pulled my sopping wet shorts down and sat on the bowl. Since I had peed in the sand, and then in my pants, there really wasn't much left for the toilet bowl, however sitting on the bowl with my pants down was such a relief. We walked back to our blanket, folded it up, and headed back for the car. Before we got in, Chris put the blanket on the passengers seat. He knew what had happened, but didn't embarrass me my mentioning it. We drove home and spent the rest of the afternoon making passionate love. Of course, I showered first!
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  35. Ski pants outfits are so difficult to take off when you need to pee
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  36. 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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  37. About to pee my pants on the kitchen chair if i dont go soon Layed down on the bed to just torture my poir bladder. Im surprised i havent peed my pants yet My penis is throbbing from my overfull bladder
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  38. 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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  39. It is so endearing when one tries to keep the carpet clean~
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  40. https://vk.com/videos238000763?z=video335117013_456239030%2Fpl_238000763_-2 This probably isn't it since you don't see an actual wetting but I fell in love with this video for the desperation aspect. If you go to 2 minutes in she's stuffing toilet paper in her panties to help clean up her accident.
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  41. I have played with the new editor and made a new random holding challenge. I'll attempt it tomorrow myself. I wasted my whole afternoon for this. https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=47015 Tell me your highscore.
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  42. Well said @canipee! Also I don't think the women in either of the videos posted were at all desperate.
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  43. I´m going

    This continuation of the story barely has anything to do with the initial events in the massage room anymore but describes how the couple Jess and Tim explores omorashi more. I hope, you guys have as much fun reading it as I had writing. Feel free to comment on what you liked and what you didn´t like so I can improve my writing a little bit. 😊 Jess´s feet hurt and her legs were tired. Although she and Tim had just made a halt to have a piece of cake and some coffee and to restock on supplies in the tiny village that was now four kilometers behind them, Jess really had to pull herself together not to lament on and on to Tim how this was not an enjoyable vacation at all. Instead, she tried her best to hide her misery and to not spoil Tim´s mood who was in his element. Hiking was his thing after all. It was already late afternoon of day three out of four of their trip. Jess had stopped counting kilometers long ago and stoically walked behind Tim on the narrow trail. Tim was carrying practically all their luggage in a huge, heavy backpack and it still looked like he was moving effortlessly while Jess was struggling and sweating. She would stay strong, not whine and fight through it, Jess told herself. Step by step. After about two hours of uphill-fiasco Tim stopped to look at the sun and then at his watch. "It will be dark in less than an hour. We should find a place and put up our tent. We managed a good distance today. I´m proud of you, baby. If we can keep up this pace, tomorrow will…" "Rest?! Agreed!", Jess interrupted Tim while dropping on a stump. She got a bottle out and started chugging water. Only minutes later they found a suitable place for the night and Tim started to put up their tent. The tent was small even for only the two of them. But Jess didn´t mind because that just meant cuddles at night. The sun set and it finally got a little cooler when Jess and Tim ate dinner. Sandwiches and bananas. Jess was thankful for the time she was spending with her boyfriend, but she was also exhausted so there was not much talking. "Is everything alright? What are you thinking about?", Tim asked. Jess smiled and half-jokingly said: "I´m thinking: Ouch, my calves! Ouch, my feet!" Both of them laughed and Tim answered: "Is it that bad? Do you want me to apply my dilettantish massage skills?" Jess giggled. "Thank you but no. Honestly, all I want right now is a kiss. And you spooning me while we sleep and recover." Tim looked a little bit disappointed. "You want to go to sleep already? To be honest, I was hoping for sex tonight. Look where we are. We´ve got the world for ourselves, it´s just you and me. We could do all sorts of fun stuff. Naughty stuff even… and it has been four days…" He playfully pushed Jess who was sitting in the gras next to him on her back and leaned in for the kiss. They deeply kissed for five minutes. But Jess decided against more 'physical activity' because of her hurting legs and her tiredness. "Tim, I love you. But not tonight ok? Let´s get some sleep and then maybe start the day off right tomorrow, if you know what I mean." "Baby, I love you, too. And I will school myself in patience eager to find out what 'starting the day of right' could mean", Tim said acting all innocent. Jess thanked him and kissed Tim one more time. He would find out soon enough. She had two scenarios in mind. Both included watersports, his favorite fetish. She would wake him up in the morning, take him by the hand and guide him outside where she would do her morning piss in front of him. And maybe, if she would find the courage, she would spray a little bit on him or pee on his bare feet without warning. That would be a first time. Her other idea, also a potential first time, was waking him up, get him hard and immediately try cowgirl with a full bladder and just see what happens. Jess figured that if there would be leaks it was not a problem because there was no mattress to worry about and the sleeping bags could be easily rinsed. That one evening and night that sparked her own interest in watersports was almost four weeks ago. There hadn´t been much going on between Jess and Tim in this regard which surely was because Tim didn´t want to come across as pushy. But Jess herself had become more and more curious how certain things would be like, feel like and how Tim would react and reward her. Tomorrow was a golden opportunity. When she came back from a quick wee in the woods Tim had already stored the backpack and their other stuff inside the small tent. There was no food-plundering wildlife to worry about but there was a high chance of rain tonight. Jess slipped inside the tent, stripped down to her underwear and got under the light blanked which was basically a fully opened sleeping bag. Tim came back from his toilet-trip and joined her. The couple lay in spooning position for some minutes listening to the sounds of nature. "Are you warm enough and comfy?", asked Tim. Jess just wiggled her butt against Tim´s crotch and nodded her head yes. "Baby…!", Tim whispered a bit accusatory. She could feel his dick growing and poking her a bit. "You are such a tease." Jess giggled and grinned. "I will make up for it. I promise." "I can´t wait. Good night, baby." He passionately kissed her neck. "Love you, good night." And she fell asleep in his cozy embrace. When Jess woke up the next morning, she would have loved to turn herself around once more for some more rest. But her need to pee was quite urgent so she got up to go to the bathroom. She still felt sore from all the hiking of the previous days. It was like there were weights on her feet or glue on the ground. Either way, she made her way towards the toilet in slow motion. Something was odd but Jess couldn´t put the finger on it. In the middle of the bathroom she stopped and turned to see Tim taking a shower. He didn´t seem to have noticed her. Jess said good morning, but the sound of the running shower seemed to cover her words completely and Tim didn´t answer. She shouted "Baby!" but nothing. Weird. A lewd thought suddenly flashed through Jess´s mind. This would definitively get his attention. Without taking of her T-shirt and her panties she was wearing she stepped in the shower to join her boyfriend and stopped the water. Tim looked puzzled when she smiled at him while grabbing his hands and guiding them to her crotch area. Her heart skipped a beat. Then she just let loose without a warning. Jess let her morning pee flow with a passionate exhale. She enjoyed the moment and excitedly anticipated what might happen next. Tim´s voice came from far away: "Baby… baby. Jess, hey..." Jess woke up. She needed another second to really become aware of the situation. She was in a tent. Then it hit her. Jess immediately clenched. "Baby... wake up." Jess´s mind was racing: "Oh. My. God. Did that really just happen? Did I really just… no way, surely that was just in the dream, right?" But after testing with her hand there was no denying the hotness and wetness anymore. She could feel her embarrassment shooting up, blood rushing to her face. This had at no point been part of her plans from yesterday. She just had an accident. And there was no hiding. "And surely Tim knows. He´s lying right behind me.", Jess thought to herself. She didn´t know whether she should cry or laugh or what she could say while she slowly turned to face Tim. When their eyes met, there was not the slightest bit of judgement in his look. And in this moment Jess was endlessly grateful for him and all the trust and love they gave each other. Her embarrassment subsided and she just wanted to make love with him. "Hey.", she said. "Good morning, my princess. Uhm… Is everything alright? I didn´t want to wake you up but you…" "I know. I can´t believe it either. But go on.", Jess prompted with a wink. "You… you peed…I was already awake, then there was this hissing…" Tim´s arousal was obvious. "Yeah, what the fuck. I accidentally wet my panties in my sleep. Well, at least half-accidentally." "Half-accidentally? Pee-dream?", Tim asked. "Pee-dream. And it could actually have become a wild sex-dream if it had went on a little longer. Baby, are you turned on by any chance? 'Cause I am.", Jess admitted. "As if you couldn´t tell, you tease." They shared a kiss then Jess pulled Tim on top of herself. "I want you right now. But I´m still pretty desperate." "Yeah, you just went for about five or six seconds before stopping I think." Jess felt his skin on hers. His strong grip. Passionate kisses. "I figured that if I would lose a few spurts here and there while we fuck you wouldn´t mind too much, would you?" This was like oil into the fire of Tim´s excitement. "Oh baby, I love you."
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  44. (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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  45. I invite you to accompany me on a day when I am to make a policy speech at a meeting and you agreed. It is an important gathering of people I wish to influence for a cause upon which I was working. I put a lot of time and effort into the preparation, and while I had done hundreds of such presentations, this one was making me anxious. So, I was quite glad that I would have a friend in the audience. We arranged to meet for breakfast, in advance. I gave you the address and then made my way there upon waking the next morning. I was the first to arrive and was seated. You entered the room shortly thereafter. I looked up and became aroused. You were were wearing the dress I liked, which reveled a healthy amount of cleavage and came to slightly above the knee. You wore knee lengthy boots, and underneath those boots, I could immediately detect that you wore knee socks. I was then immediately sure, although I could not yet confirm that you wore the underwear that I liked, as I concluded that you had decided to dress to make my horny. You took your seat as if all was normal. It was far from normal for me, but we were in public and decorum needed to be met. I arose to great you to my table. , although my body was not the only thing that was standing at attention. You extended your hand and there was a flirtatious smile on your face. I took your hand and grasped it and guided you to your seat. I otherwise was reserved and was careful not to publicly display any undue affection. You consumed a copious amount of liquid during our breakfast. Included was a full glass of water, a full glass of juice and three cups of coffee. It began to dawn on me what you were doing. On the surface we conversed about many things, none of them sexual, and we certainly did not make any reference at all to the things you were in the process of doing to drive me crazy. Appearances did need to be maintained and we had no idea as to who might be listening to us. All I know was that my mind and heart had begun to race. We concluded breakfast. I paid the bill and we got up to leave. I expected, given your consumption, that you would have excused yourself. However, you did no such thing. We exited the building and I hailed a cab. I opened the rear door to allow you to get in. It is at the moment that you got into the back seat that my suspicion was confirmed. You gave me able opportunity to see up your skirt and I seized that visual moment. You, of course, were wearing cotton panties. They were of a pastel color, rose to be precise. I also distinctly saw a very small wet patch. OMG. I got into the cab next to you. You then leaned over and whispered in my ear, that you really needed to pee, and that, in fact, some may have come out in your panties. i was wild with lust, but was now a bit annoyed as well. "you know that that may speech is very important! What are you trying to do to me?!" You just gave me a very devilish grin. I wanted to admonish you and fuck you at the same time. Any thought of being frisky with you in the cab was mentally dismissed as it was broad daylight. Also, I certainly needed to get my head in the game. Although the cab ride was short, you did put on a show. you crossed your legs and began to pump your leg, knowing full well that as to how I would interpret what you were doing. You reached down and adjusted your knee socks, pulling both of them a bit higher. You were killing me. We got out of the cab and immediately I got drawn into meeting people. I introduced you to t a few people, but we soon had to separate. I tried to be in the moment, as I had to engage with several people before my speech. However, I was also highly aroused and flustered as a result. Within 30 minutes, I mounted the podium and move to the center to address the audience. When I looked out to the audience, you were sitting there right in front. You saw me see you and you immediately mouthed the words, "I still need to pee." OMG, you are so damned naughty. Your legs were crossed and again, you reached down and pulled up your knee socks. i somehow made it through the speech. I forced myself not to look at you. Following the speech, there were more to follow and I had to sit there on the platform. My eyes wondered back to you, as I sat there. You put on a very delicious show. You crossed and recrossed your legs and did some discreet squirming. You maintained a very discreet manner and only you and I knew was was happening. I nearly came in my pants. I had to think of something else, as I could not cum in my pants and, I had to soon stand up. Through utter concentration, I got myself in order and was able to not embarrass myself when I did have to stand. We arrived at a break. I had to mingle. Eventually, I was able to leave the room. You were immediately in tow. I was both very cross with you and highly aroused. I pull you in a room, close and lock the door. It was an empty conference room with chairs arranged around a conference table. I sternly admonish you for your behavior. I then sit and pull you across my knee. I lift up your skirt and began to swat your bottom. I give you five good swats, thoroughly enjoying the feel of my hand landing on your cotton panties. However, you know that by the feel of the hard on now sticking in your abdomen. Not satisfied that you are really feel the wrath of my ire, I then pull down your panties. I see that the wet spot has grown a little larger, but not by much. You certainly did manage to contain all that pee, all morning long. I then began to swat your now exposed rear end, quite hard and it became redder with each swat. You begged me to stop, complaining that you had to pee and that my spanking might cause it to come out. After about twenty wacks, you managed to keep everything under control. It was I who was out of control. We were both snapped back into reality as we heard the door being jingled, as someone attempted to enter the room. It was looked of course, but we immediately had to compose ourselves. Who knew if that person had a key. You stood up, yanked off your panties and placed them in my hand. you then composed yourself and left the room. I stuffed the panties and attempted to compose myself, as I had to go back into the room, mount the stage and participate in a round table discussion. How was I ever going to do that? I left you with a very full bladder, sans your panties, as I headed back into the conference to participate in a panel discussion. The panties, which had been moistened with what could be some pee, or maybe some sexual lubrication, or both, where now in my pants pocket. I was wildly horny and I had to duck into a corner to adjust myself. I had to straighten out my erection so that it stood straight up and not straight out. I needed to immediately look presentable. I took the stage and took my seat. You took yours too, right in the front row. It was obvious, in how quickly you followed me, that you did not detour, in any way, to mitigate your predicament. The panel included three others and a moderator. Although there were significant gaps of time where I did not speak, it was imperative that I pay attention. Your presence, in your predicament, was not at all helpful. I was getting to be quite cross with you. I was, out of my mind, horny, and I could not show it. You continued to act, like you did, before the break. You continued to squirm in your seat and cross and recross your legs. You continued to tease me mercilessly. Worst of all, you paid very close attention to all on stage and knew when to strike, knowing full well that I was always keeping you in sight. When you sensed the others where looking elsewhere, you would slowly uncross your legs and give me a very clear shot up your skirt. Omg, I nearly came in my pants. There was more than once where I had to have a question repeated. I suspect some even thought there was something wrong with me. I knew I was sweating and must have looked flush. I was struggling, to say the least. The session, mercifully, came to an end and the program moved on to another speaker. I immediately went into the audience and, somewhat roughly and abruptly, grabbed you by the arm and all but dragged you out of the auditorium. Although I was trying to act in a manner that did not draw undue attention, I an afraid I was indeed overacting and drawing attention. I dragged you into the hallway and down the corridor to the elevators. I did not speak a word to you. I was a bit of a mess, both full of lust and more than a bit cross. I was going to teach you a lesson and you knew what was coming. You began to whimper. When the elevator door closed, i pushed you up against the wall and rapidly slipped my hand up under your skirt. My finger, first one finger, and then the other, entered you. I sternly said, "you humiliated me, and now you are going to learn your lesson." Before I could do much in the way of digital stimulation, the elevator reached its destination, and I withdrew my hand as rapidly as I inserted it. I dragged you out of the elevator, a bit more roughly as there was no longer an audience. Down the hallway I marched you until we were outside the room. I insisted the key card and opened the door. I then swept you off your feet and on to the bed. I immediately dove in between your legs. You tried to kick me off and voiced protests about having to pee very badly and not wanting to wet the bed. I cut you off in your protests and stated that if you played games then games would be played on you with all the attendant consequences. I then reinserted both my fingers in your pussy and immediately began torturing your g-spot by making "cum hither" movements with my curled fingers. I also began torturing your pee filled pussy with my tongue. I licked your lips and teased your clit with passing strokes, slowly, giving it more and more the attention it craved. With my other hand, I pressed down on your lower abdomen, also causing increased urgency. I then incorporated sucking, gentle biting and kissing of your clit, as I continually changed up the sensation. You did not know what you would feel next, other than the unimaginable urge to pee. You had not idea whether you would pee or cum, or do both. The pressure was unbelievable. I played you like a musical instrument. I backed off as soon as you approached the edge. I did this repeatedly. The peaks and valleys were getting shorter and shorter. It was very intense. Just when I sensed that orgasm denial was not going to be sustained anymore, I moved away from you. I then dragged you on my knee and yanked up your skirt. I then said that I hope you were learning your lesson about playing with fire. I then began to administer your punishment. I began to spank your bare bottom until it was very red. Your kept pleading me to stop as it was going to cause you to pee. After twenty good swats, I felt that you had enough punishment. I also was quite impressed with your ability to hold. I sat you up on the bed. I stood over you. I spoke gently. I explained why I was so upset. You could barely pay attention to my words, you had to either cum or pee so bad. I gently touched your face and brushed your hair. You looked so beautiful. I played with your hair. I loved my hand to your shirt, which was still on. I unbuttoned it slowly. I hugged you and kissed you on your lips. I moved my kisses lower on your body. I unclasped your lacy bra and I fondled your breasts. My kissing moved to your breasts. I licked and kissed your nipples. You were panting due the many signals your body was sending. The stimulation of your nipples was not helping. I pushed you back on the bed and then moved between your legs again. I finished you off with my mouth and my fingers. Your orgasm was very intense, followed immediately by my trusting my hard cock into you and thrusting hard and fast with all the pent up energy the last few hours of excitement had caused. My orgasm was as intense as yours. As we embraced on a now very wet bed, we both felt spent, but very good.
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  46. 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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  48. I had some very fun stuff planned for either A or B. Anyways, here's option A! Lynne, upon seeing the yellowed towel in Marie’s hand, reluctantly decided to wear the pull-up diaper. After all, she wanted to heed Marie’s confusing message about “special training”. Cautiously, Lynne looked around for anyone else entering the shower room. She put on her bra, snugly covering her perky breasts. Sighing, she packed away her panties, knowing that she wouldn’t wear them today. After another quick glance down the hall, Lynne reluctantly slipped on the pull-up. Despite its thin appearance, the padding felt thick between her thighs. The diaper seemed substantial and reinforced. “You look so cute!” Marie said. Lynne blushed. “You too.” Marie traced the thin, blue, horizontal line on the crotch of Lynne’s diaper. “This is where they measure to. If you wet yourself and it gets higher than this line, they put you in special training.” Before Lynne could ask about special training, another bell rang over the intercom. She rapidly laced up her boots and tied her hair in a quick ponytail before exiting to the hallway. Waddling slightly, she walked into orientation class with Marie. Entering the orientation room, Marie and Lynne were greeted by the hubbub of girls catching up. One girl explained her hypersleep dream: “My dream was so weird! I dreamt that someone stole my ship, moved it to a warehouse of identical ships, and I had to steal it back at gunpoint! What did you dream about?” The girl next to her replied, explaining her vague visions of picking flowers from the overgrown console of a computer. Lynne thought about her hypersleep dream. All she could remember was a moment where she stood in the heavy, warm, and sudden rains of her homeworld. She blushed and squeezed her thighs together, accidentally allowing a few drops of pee to escape. She still felt dry, confident that she made the right decision. She glanced at Marie, who seemed to be doing fine. Marie happily chatted with Evelyn, gossiping about students and teachers alike. At the exact moment that class was expected to start, a wave of silence swept across the room. The familiar Dr. Halsey entered from the front door, then confidently walked to the whiteboard. “Good day cadets! Welcome to orientation!” Her voice carried easily to the back of the room, both warm and precise. Her impeccable enunciation rhythmically defined every syllable in a unique way. Evelyn perked up, shifting in her chair. The tendrils on her head became flush and stiff against her skull. Dr. Halsey continued: “Welcome to Tau 6001. This is a very unique planet, and I’m sure you’ll all have an enjoyable experience here, whether for flight training, scientific research, off-road driving, or combat. Can anyone tell me why Tau 6001 is good for your kind of training?” A girl near the front raised her hand. Lynne started to zone out, absorbed in Dr. Halsey’s words. Dr. Halsey addressed the girl: “Yes?” The girl answered “The skies are clear over the Plains of the Sun, so the flying is good.” “Excellent point. Anyone else here a pilot in training?” Dr. Halsey asked the class. A few cadets raised their hands. “Good to see some pilots here! I was a pilot myself, and I found my training on Tau 6001 exhilarating at the time.” She chuckled. “Those old aircraft would shake so hard if you got into headwinds…” She briefly trailed off, then addressed the class again: “Anyone else?” Evelyn raised her hand. “Yes, Evelyn?” Evelyn spoke in an unusual, low, soft voice: “It’s good for the research team because I’m—sorry – it’s wet.” Lynne panicked for a brief moment, coming to her senses. She realized that a trickle of pee had been escaping as she zoned out. Again, she squeezed her thighs, but the flow required more effort to halt. Marie caught a glance, then re-focused herself. Dr. Halsey continued. “Yes, the thundering rains in the north provide plenty of water for the greenhouses and coolant tanks of the Oceanic Research Facility. Who here is going into research?” Lynne, Evelyn, Marie and six other girls’ hands shot up. Surprised, Dr. Halsey said “Got a few brainiacs in here huh?” A few students in the class chuckled. Lynne began to laugh, but stifled herself as she felt the urine ready to exit. Orientation continued similarly to other school events, moving at a slow pace. Progressively, Lynne felt the increasing buildup of the two large glasses of water. She continued to rub her legs together, doing her best not to be noticed. Though her technique was somewhat effective, occasional dribbles and leaks made their way into Lynne’s absorbent pull-up. Though the lecture was interesting at times, Lynne’s focus remained on her alarmingly warm crotch. Dr. Halsey continued her lecture: “…And that brings us to the weather on Tau 6001. Besides the plains, most of the inhabited continents are quite rainy. Evelyn, could you get the lights, please?” Evelyn replied “my pleasure.” Before standing up and flicking off the lights. Dr. Halsey pressed a button up front, sending the projector screen down. The projector itself advanced forward from its recess in the back wall, then powered on to show the Tau 6001 weather graphs. In the dark, Lynne held her crotch in and effort to stop the leaks. The diaper felt warm against her skin, far squishier than before. Marie noticed as Lynne rocked back and forth slightly. She whispered “Psst. Are you OK?” Lynne readily admitted “I really need to go pee, I might have an accident” Marie replied “Just hold on a little longer, the break is coming up and you can go then.” Lynne strained to view the clock in the dark, but surmised that fifteen minutes remained in class. She started bouncing in her seat in a futile effort to stop a brief, but sizeable leak. Lynne was right to take Diane and Marie’s advice: if she hadn’t put on the pull-up, she would have soaked herself by now. Until the end of class, Lynne continued to sit in agony while she wet herself little by little. Lynne was thankful that Dr. Halsey had made the room dark enough that she could easily hide. She was nearing her limit, with her legs tightly crossed despite the thick, squishy pull-up. At long last, Dr. Halsey dismissed the class. To maintain her dignity, Lynne uncrossed her legs the moment the light came on. She shot up, continuously dribbling, and briskly walked to the bathroom. Marie followed after her, betraying no signs of desperation. Lynne reached the bathroom and bolted towards an open stall; each quick step she took marking a synchronized jet of hot urine into her damp diaper. Lynne slammed and locked the door, then frantically began to unzip her jumpsuit. The fatal flaw of the jumpsuits worn on spaceships was the difficulty they created in using the bathroom. Every few seconds, Lynne grabbed herself to halt another flow. She managed to disrobe after fidgeting intensely with the system of zippers. “Lynne, are you OK in there?” Marie asked through the door. She must have heard Lynne’s desperate, frantic panting. Curiously, no other girls were in this bathroom. They must have gone to another one, possibly nearer. “I’m fine!” Lynne shouted, holding back an immense flood. Lynne noticed the yellow line on the front of her diaper. Through slowly wetting in class, the line had risen to the halfway point. The pull-up felt squishy between her legs, making the task of closing them together difficult. Knowing that she hadn’t reached the line yet, Lynne clenched harder than before in a final effort to retain some degree of dryness. The force of her legs crossing tightly together squeezed tiny rivulets of pee down her bare leg, unbound from the absorbent, urine-soaked material. The surprise of the small stream, coupled with the unbearable strain on her muscles, forced her to relax. Lynne gasped, now powerless to stop the river of piss from flooding her damp diaper. She sighed. “No, no, no!” She said, holding back tears. In a split second, her crotch became enveloped by warmth. The pressure released within as her bladder muscles relaxed. Hot currents of flowing pee swirled around her pussy, giving her strange feelings. Lynne heard a muffled hissing sound as she wet herself; the pull-up expanded and yellowed to absorb the water. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Lynne plopped onto the toilet seat in defeat. Marie knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She tenderly asked. Lynne silently unlocked the door and Marie entered. “Looks like it’s special training for you.” Marie said. Lynne, still feeling the heat of her accident, looked sadly at the ground. Marie stroked her hair for a moment. “Don’t worry. It’s not that bad. You aren’t graded or anything. They teach you some techniques to help you gain control again.” Lynne sniffled. “I’m not in control?!” “It could happen to anyone”, Marie said, in a genuine and comforting voice. After a moment of silent reflection, Marie began to unzip her jumpsuit. Lynne looked up. “What are you doing?”, She asked in a trembling voice. “You’re not going to special training alone.” Marie said boldly. Her zipper was just below her exposed diaper now, which was almost completely dry. Marie parted her legs slightly. Lynne watched in silence, harboring some suspicion about what Marie was about to do. Marie looked forward, past Lynne, and took a deep breath. She stood up straight, closed her eyes, and relaxed. Lynne watched and listened in awe. In the silent, brightly-lit bathroom, a quiet hissing sound became audible. Between Marie’s dark, muscular legs, a spot of yellow emerged. The hissing grew louder and louder as Lynne watched with her mouth agape. Marie was rapidly wetting herself, and the yellow mass of her piss rapidly approached the indicator line. Like a river, Marie’s urine flowed and soaked the diaper. She appeared calm, relaxed, and confident. “Now at least you’ll know someone in the class.” Marie said. Lynne felt so grateful in that moment that she stood up to embrace Marie. Marie returned the hug, holding Lynne in her arms. The soggy, bulky, crotches of their pull-ups touched as they pulled close together. They then dressed themselves and waddled out of the stall. “Let’s go to the nurse’s office. I’m sure Diane will want to see us.”, Marie said. Smiling, Lynne followed Marie out of the bathroom.
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