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  1. Before I get grilled about this being a repost (which it almost certainly is), I did a search for her name and "New York" and didn't find this so? Reposting or posting for the first time for some of you! I can't help but wonder if some lucky security worker has the footage stored somewhere. One can dream anyways!
    11 points
  2. Desperate to pee, Alisha is trying to get to the bathroom, but you are blocking her way. Listen to Alisha beg you to let her past so she can get to the bathroom in this sexy desperation video. Incredibly desperate to pee, she is crossing her legs and bouncing up and down as she begs you to let her past. Despite her pleas, you hold your ground, not letting her by and causing her to wet her pants.
    6 points
  3. Hi, This time I drew something different than usually. I drew my pervert persona, her name is Yuri, while she's wetting herself. She's not ashamed like Sunset, cause I made her personality to match mine, so she's enjoys wetting. Yuri is pervo weeb, who has omo fetish just like me. 😅 I hope it's good enought, that was my first time drawing someone horny.
    3 points
  4. View File Brazilians Girls Wetting Themselves (ThisVid) I found an awesome profile of someone uploading custom videos of two Brazilian girls wetting themselves. I've ripped a few for your pleasure. Please check out the original creator for more. Source: https://thisvid.com/members/1780747/ Submitter 8BitMike Submitted 04/10/2021 Category Female  
    3 points
  5. Shes a perfectly legal adult now and super gorgeous. No one is watching this and visualizing her at 17 wetting. if she was 17 NOW and talked about it, that would be different
    3 points
  6. Yes and no. I really like these characters and I'm glad so many people have enjoyed this story, but I think there's a lot of things I could've done better and since starting I've had so many good ideas that it's too late to implement. So... I'm planning to reboot the story, same characters, same setup, but better written and with changes that I hope will make it better! Not sure when that will start but hopefully soon.
    2 points
  7. Here is the last story for HololiveEN. I realized that I gave the most pure girl the most erotic scenario, but I find it to be poetic. I already have ideas in mind for several other generations of Hololive, so let me know what you'd be interested in seeing. Thank you! For the past few weeks, Ninomae Ina’nis had been distraught by the events plaguing more and more members of Hololive. Her mental and physical connection with the Ancient Ones had granted her several supernatural abilities, one of which showed her the activities of anyone she associated with. As a result, she was well aware of all the recent “accidents” of the other Hololive girls. She watched as her friends and coworkers all had unique and embarrassing episodes. If she knew better, she’d have thought someone was making all of it up. Naturally, the Ancient Ones would join her in viewing these events, asking Ina telepathically about the ways of the human world. This curiosity did not exclude erotic or sexual tendencies either. As a part of Ina’s conscience, they would often ask her to replicate pornographic scenarios and fetishes, as well as masturbation sessions to regularly satisfy the both of them. Needless to say, every instance of the aforementioned girls messing themselves did not go unnoticed either, and it made the Ancient Ones aroused. Ina sat at her desk, sipping on tea and doodling on her drawing tablet. She had been constipated for the last few days, and it was starting to hurt. The tea she was drinking was laced with a potent laxative she had picked up from the pharmacy. She had a stream in a few hours, so she was hoping it was as fast-acting as the doctor told her. As she pondered to herself, she felt a tentacle gently caress her inner thigh. She jumped a little before realizing what was touching her. “Hey, not now,” she started, “I’ve got a stream soon. Can we save it for after?” The rubbing against her leg made it obvious what the Ancient Ones wanted, but they could wait. Between her urge, or lack thereof, to poop and her upcoming stream, the petite girl had more pressing matters to attend to. For the time being, the Ancient Ones retracted their tentacles, but made it clear that they were eager for pleasure. The paranormal girl was sketching on her tablet when she felt a sudden pang in her stomach. After several days, she was about to finally get the relief she sought. She rose from her seat and started to make her way to the bathroom. As she reached the doorway, however, she felt herself get pulled back by something. “What the,” she inquired as she turned her head around, identifying the culprit. The tentacles of the Ancient Ones had planted themselves outside of the door, sticking to the wall with their suction cups. “This isn’t funny guys,” Ina pouted before continuing, “you know I have to poop.” She tried to start walking forward, but was met by the same resistance as the first time. She felt her gut tighten. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, so any shenanigans the Ancient Ones were up to would have to wait. “Seriously, this isn’t funny!” She tried to force herself through the doorway, to no avail. Rather, the ancient ones wrapped their tentacles around Ina’s arms and legs and began to suspend her in the air. “What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?!” Ina snapped, growing furious at the childishness of the Ancient Ones. “I know you guys are horny, but this is just ridiculous.” The petite artist started to struggle, only to be met with a sharp pain in her stomach again. Rationalizing the position she was in, she started to beg for her freedom. “Come on, guys. Let me go, please!” The desperation in her voice only grew as the pressure against her anus did the same. “We can do whatever you want afterwards. Literally, anything you want!” Little did she know that the Ancient Ones were about to get exactly what they wanted. After a bit of pouting and begging, a small fart escaped from Ina’s rear, causing her to clench her backside. She asked, “What is it you guys want?!” Right after, she felt a tentacle rub right against her crotch through her black panties. Preparing for a tormenting erotic session, she suddenly jolted from surprise as she felt an unwanted probe against her anus. “What was that for?! Are you trying to make me crap myse-” Ina stopped at the end of her sentence, as she had been hit like a brick by an epiphany. “Oh shit…” That’s exactly what the Ancient Ones were trying to do. They usually had a tendency to subject her to anything erotic they saw in the visions of others, and the last few weeks had been filled with nothing but girls messing their underwear. Ina grew desperate, now knowing that the thing they wanted the most was the thing she wanted the least. Flustered and confused, her pleas devolved into whimpers as she tried to make some sort of negotiation with her spirit-bonded companion. “Hey, guys, let’s talk about this a little bit…” Ina whined as her pleas went unheard. “I know you guys are into some kinky stuff, but there’s lines that you shouldn’t cross, you know?” Again, her words fell on deaf ears as she felt a tentacle attempt to probe her through her underwear again. From her front, another appendage was roughly moving itself back and forth against the girl’s vagina, arousing her against her volition. “Let me go… please…” Ina was starting to lose control, and she knew it. She was being attacked on both fronts, one in arousal and the other in pain, and knew she wouldn’t win. Deep in her heart, she just wanted this to be over with more than anything. A tear started to stream down her cheek as she lost her resolve. “You guys want me to mess myself? Fine,” the artist said firmly, releasing all of her tension, allowing herself to go limp. Small grunts surfaced from her lips as Ina started to release several days’ worth of shit into her panties. The laxatives must have done their job well, as instead of logs of poop, feces ejected from her asshole into a mound of soft mush nestling itself it the back of her undergarments. In response, her panties started expanding outwards at a rapid rate, the bulge growing from the size of a golf ball to that of a baseball in a matter of seconds. Running out of room in the rear, the solid waste started pushing its way to her sensitive area, which was currently being barraged by an unrelenting tentacle. By the time she had finished forcefully crapping herself, no areas in her panties were spared from the gross, smelly mass. Ina should have felt disgusted with herself, messing herself worse than almost any of the other Hololive members thus far. But instead, what should have been a face of humiliation and defeat was replaced with one of pure ecstasy. Drool starting to run down her face, it was clear that the usually pure girl was now in a similar or stronger state of arousal than the Ancient Ones. Naturally, they were very much aware of this, and now wanted to reward Ina in the best way possible for the show she put on for them. The tentacle which was massaging her front increased its pace and intensity, eliciting some eccentric groans from the otherwise pure vtuber. What she wasn’t expecting, however, was for the rear tentacle that was probing her to start rubbing her filthy backside in a similar manner. This drove Ina wild. Her body started gyrating forward and back to match the motions of the Ancient Ones against her. What used to be groans and incomprehensible speech escalated into howls and moans, as if she was an animal in heat. “F-fu… Fuck, FUCK!” Screams erupted from the usually reserved artist as she exploded in bliss, releasing a powerful orgasm. Any sense of self-preservation left her body along with her sexual juices as she soiled her already dirty panties with her cum. Just like that, in what was possibly no longer than five minutes, Ina had her world turned upside-down. Having accomplished their mission, the Ancient Ones retracted their tentacles back into the half-conscious girl, allowing her to fall to the floor and returning control of her body to her. Utilizing the last of her strength, she sent out a tweet to let her fans know she had to cancel her stream for the day. Her eyes heavy, she made no attempt to clean herself up, passing out on the floor for a well-deserved nap.
    2 points
  8. That's my profile, anyone that wants to add me, I will accept. 😉 Also, I can post the original files here, if you all want to, just let me know.
    2 points
  9. Collection of videos of latina who is desperate to pee in the woods, pulling her pants down and peeing nude onto a log. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph60601ddc2d042 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e31040aaa351
    2 points
  10. Ripped. Despeeration (4K Public Desperation Pissing).mp4 Lady Desperately Pees w_Spread Hairy Pussy .mp4
    2 points
  11. Ripped. The time I... PEED MY PANTS ON THE STREETS OF NEW YORK.mp4
    2 points
  12. I hope you like that 😛 I was spotted while i piss :D:D:D that was so funny
    2 points
  13. Walgreens has the 9 counts for 12.99 or 2 for 20. 28 count for 29. Really want to try some but I’m not sure how big/roomy they are.
    2 points
  14. Chapter Three That weekend, Aidyn came over to Naomi’s house to help her draft the petition. The past few days had been more of the same for Naomi, with her barely scrambling to get her damp panties down before throwing herself onto one of the toilets at school after hours of holding it. She, at least, hadn’t wet herself since the day she’d met Aidyn, but each way-too-close-call made her more eager to get the petition underway. The other aspect of the past few days was one she hadn’t expected. Aidyn was in many of her classes, particularly ones close to the end of the day. And, very often, Naomi would notice him getting… fidgety. She would find herself staring as he uncomfortably adjusted position, crossed his legs together at the ankles, stretched them out, bounced his knees… She’d be weirdly transfixed by the way he was moving. The only thing that would snap her out of it was a pang from her own bladder reminding her that they were very much in the same boat… And then spasming again to chastise her for thinking about boats that rested in the water. She didn’t know why she was so interested in Aidyn’s squirming, it shouldn’t have been so fascinating. So Aidyn had to pee really bad. So what? So did she. So did everyone else, pretty much. But, she couldn’t stop feeling interested in it. She couldn’t stop her mind wandering to how he must have been feeling with so much straining to come out when he had nowhere to release it. She didn’t need to do much to imagine it, since she was feeling the exact same way. Did it feel different with guy-parts at all? She supposed maybe holding it was easier for him since he had a bit more of something to grab and try to pinch closed? She also found herself imagining how it felt when he let it out. Did that feel different to guys? It must have since they did it standing up, right? It was probably fun to pee standing up, because you could make it go in a bunch of directions. That probably made things easier, too. Aidyn could pee in a lot of places Naomi would have a hard time with. He could pee into bottles, or outside, or— Why was she thinking about this?! It was just making her own need worse! Why was she so fascinated by the idea of this guy peeing?! That was gross! Maybe she just thought it was funny? But, no, she hadn’t felt at all like laughing when she’d seen him have an accident. She’d just felt bad… She didn’t feel like laughing when she thought about that expression he’d made when relieving himself, either. She felt like… Well, she didn’t really know what she felt like, but it wasn’t that. When Aidyn came over, it was still the only thing on her mind. That look of pure bliss on his face… She… Well, she wanted to see it again, she knew that much for sure. She had to just admit it, she just wanted to see Aidyn pee after really, really needing to do so for a long time. Maybe if she saw it again, this time all the way through, the weird thoughts would stop. She would have seen it, so it would be out of her system. But, how could she see it? She couldn’t follow him into the restroom anywhere. Not in public, she was a girl! She couldn’t go into the men’s room! Especially not for the sole purpose of watching somebody pee! Not at home, Aidyn wouldn’t just let her do that! No, it would have to be outdoors, like the first time. She had to find a way to get him desperate somewhere that the only option for relief would be outside, where she could see that adorable look on his face again. So, she told him that they needed to get some supplies for the petitions. “It will look so much more professional if we have colored paper, you know?” she said. “I guess so,” Aidyn said. They walked to the mall. It was a pretty long walk, and Naomi made sure to rush Aidyn right out the door, no time to stop at the toilet if he needed it. They picked out some fancy stationary paper, and then stopped at the food court. Which Naomi decided was just perfect. It would give her the opportunity to fill Aidyn up with a few drinks. She wasn’t sure how to get him to drink a whole bunch for a second, but then inspiration struck her. “Soda drinking contest, go!” she declared, gulping down her own drink. Aidyn laughed at her and started doing the same. When they’d finished them off, Naomi said it was a tie, and they needed to do it again to decide a winner. On the second round, Aidyn definitely finished before Naomi did, so she said; “Best two out of three?” The third round commenced, and Naomi was the clear winner. So, a fourth round was held. They finished close enough to the same time that Naomi was able to declare another tie, and in total she was able to get Aidyn to drink down five big sodas in under half an hour. She completely missed the fact that she’d just done the exact same thing. They wandered the mall for a bit longer, but Naomi knew they needed to leave before Aidyn realized he needed the restroom, so she started to urge him out. They really needed to work on making the petitions look all nice, after all. “We should really get to work, don’t you think?” “I would say so,” Aidyn agreed. “Before we leave, I should probably use the restroom, though.” Naomi had to try very hard not to let her disappointment show. She guessed there was still a chance Aidyn would get desperate, she didn’t think it had been long enough for all the soda to work through his body, but now it was less likely she’d get her wish. Fate, however, must have been smiling on her. The men’s room by the mall’s exit was being cleaned. Aidyn couldn’t use it. She watched his expression very closely as he realized that. His brows knit together a bit for a second, but only for a second. If Naomi hadn’t been paying such close attention, she wouldn’t have noticed it. “Oh, well, the women’s is still open,” Aidyn said. “If you need—“ Naomi did feel a small pulse from her bladder, but she was more focused on her goal. What if Aidyn went off and found an open men’s room while she was still peeing? That wouldn’t do at all! “I’m fine,” she said. “Let’s just go. I know a shortcut back to my place.” The shortcut went through the wooded area of town, where if someone was really desperate to pee, their only option would be to use a bush. It also wasn’t actually a shortcut and would add more time to their route. But, Aidyn didn’t need to know that. Naomi watched him as they made their way toward the wooded trails. He came to a stop in front of a gas station. “Naomi, I’m sorry, but—“ Naomi knew what he was going to ask, “Come on, we have to get home! We can’t let these petitions wait another week!” “Well… Okay,” Aidyn said. “I’m being silly. You drank as much as I did and you don’t have to go yet. I can wait.” Naomi wanted to praise him, but that would have sounded weird. She noticed a more serious throb from her bladder when he’d mentioned her lack of a need to pee. Her bladder was insisting that his assumptions were completely wrong. The sodas Naomi had drunk were beginning to stretch it out, and it thought Aidyn’s idea of taking a pee break at the gas station was a good one, even if Naomi herself didn’t. Naomi told herself to ignore the pulsing in her middle. It would just go away soon, probably. Then, she’d see Aidyn pee again and get this weird fixation out of her head. By the time they were deeper into the trails, she was thinking her judgement had been wrong. She had to go really, really bad. It had come on very suddenly, like all five of those huge sodas just slammed into her bladder all at once. After all the encouragement she’d given Aidyn to just hold it until they got back to her house, she didn’t want to show any sign of need. Still, her steps had become much tinier and more careful. She was trying very hard not to slosh the liquid inside of her back and forth too much. Aidyn, however, didn’t have much reason not to show what he was going through. He was walking cross-legged, something Naomi found very interesting since it contorted his steps so badly. He’d tripped a few times, and she was sure at least one of those had made him spring a leak since his hand went to palm his crotch just for a second. When they’d stopped for a moment, he’d immediately started bouncing in place on his toes. He was wearing a thin sleeveless shirt, which was much skimpier than what he wore to school. It allowed Naomi to notice a bit of swelling just beneath his navel that hadn’t been there when they’d still been at her house. When she realized that it was his full bladder, stretched with all the soda she’d had him drink, it made her feel funny. Since her own bladder was giving her so much trouble, she glanced down and examined if she had a bump like that, too. She did. It wasn’t as obvious as Aidyn’s was, didn’t protrude nearly as far, but it was there. Not only did her bladder feel full to bursting, it looked it, too. Being so desperate to pee while Aidyn was also so full was exciting to her for some reason. She didn’t have to imagine how he was feeling, because the sensation was being mirrored in her own body. As they kept walking, Naomi mis-stepped and stumbled. When she stumbled, the first bit of her pee came out. It was a long, hot jet that blasted through her panties and against her inner thighs. She cupped herself to make it stop, clenching and clenching and clenching as she timidly rose back onto her feet. “You okay?” Aidyn asked. “Fine,” Naomi promised. Aidyn noticed her hands were still buried beneath her skirt. “Starting to feel it now?” he asked. “Took you long enough. I’ve been dying for, like, an hour. Are we nearly there?” “Nearly,” Naomi said. But, they weren’t. In fact, she’d purposefully led him around in a circle for the last hour. Her bladder was furious with her for that, throbbing more and more with each second, asking if she just wanted to have an accident or something. They kept walking. Now that Aidyn knew she had to go, Naomi didn’t mind holding herself in front of him. Every time they stopped at a fork in the road and Aidyn asked which way they should go, they were both jiggling in place. After another forty five minutes, Aidyn had to stop every few steps, which truth be told, Naomi was grateful for since walking had become difficult for her as well. Each time he stopped, Aidyn would grip himself tight, apologizing to Naomi for acting that way in front of her, that he just couldn’t help it because he had to go so bad. Naomi assured him she didn’t mind. She didn’t add that she was really, really enjoying his performance. His little dance was just so cute to her that she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Every wince, every shift in his posture, every grab, every half-mumbled curse… It was just adorable! It was almost enough to distract her from her own need, that had built its way into a true emergency not too long ago. Almost. She realized that she couldn’t stay out here much longer. She needed to get home and use the toilet or else she’d be peeing herself in front of Aidyn for a second time. She’d already had a couple more leaks, but nothing too major. Even if she hadn’t succeeded in her goal of watching Aidyn pee again, she’d gotten to see him get very, very desperate and that was almost as good. So, finally, she actually started leading him in the correct direction. Now that she was on the right path, her bladder felt more and more like it was about to spray its contents down her legs and into the dirt below. It was very angry with her for ignoring it in favor of this bizarre quest she was on. Each step caused a little to come out. Not very much, just a drop or two, but it happened on every, single step. At this rate, she’d probably dribble out everything by the time she was home. Aidyn suddenly came to a dead stop, and Naomi heard a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “I— I’m sorry, Naomi. I have to pee so bad. Like, you have no idea.” Naomi was pretty sure she did have an idea, but didn’t say anything. “Can I just—“ He removed one of his hands from the vice-grip it had had on his dick to gesture at the surrounding foliage. “Please? It’s an emergency.” Naomi said nothing for a moment. This was what she’d wanted, but his pleading was doing something to her that his desperation alone hadn’t. “Naomi, I— I wouldn’t normally do this in front of a girl, but I seriously can’t wait. It’s so bad. Please? It’s okay with you, right?” “Oh, you mean you want to pee here?” Naomi asked, trying to pretend she hadn’t understood perfectly well. “Yes,” Aidyn kept pleading. “Please, Naomi? Just… Say it’s okay so I don’t feel so gross? It’s… Ah… It’s coming out…” Those words… Dear God… Those words. “Okay, go ahead.” She was trying to figure out an excuse to follow him, when he just immediately turned around a bit on his heels, unzipped right where he was, pulled himself out and let it flow. Apparently, he had become so desperate he didn’t have the time to walk further out away from her. The face he made was gorgeous. There was no other word to describe it. His head tipped backward, his eyes gently closed, his lips parted. A few seconds later, a moan fell from them; “Ahhhhhhhhhh…. God…. I’m so sorry, Naomi. I just… Ohhhhh….” Naomi didn’t respond. She couldn’t. The sounds he was making were intensifying the fascination she felt. She knew she shouldn’t do what she did next, but her eyesight dropped down a bit to his dick and the liquid that was erupting from it. A clear, consistent stream of long-held pee spraying the dirt with the force of a fire hose and creating a fizzing puddle. The entire thing was amazing to see. His expression, the sounds— both from his throat and from his stream hissing out— the forcefulness of his pee… It was just so… Interesting. It almost made her want to—to— To pee! Her bladder was really convulsing now. If she’d thought hearing other girls pee while she waited in line for a stall made her need amplify, then watching Aidyn pee like a racehorse that had gorged itself on diuretics as he moaned like a porno actor was like giving her own bladder a megaphone. She had to go. She had to go right now. There was no more holding it. She’d never done this before in her life, but there was no time to figure it out. She tore her panties down and squatted before unleashing an absolute ocean of pee. It sprayed everywhere, creating a huge muddy puddle beneath her. Despite her best efforts, some of it went onto her feet and ankles. She had no idea how this was supposed to work, and was just making a mess, but thank God it wasn’t in her clothes. When they’d both finished they just stood in that spot for a while, trying to catch their breaths. Aidyn thanked Naomi profusely for not being angry at him for needing to do that, and Naomi thanked him for not turning around to look at her before she’d finished. Everything was okay. But then, Aidyn said something that made Naomi’s heart stop cold; “I know you did all that on purpose.”
    2 points
  15. I believe I remember the video, it was called "Women in coding" or something similar. I watched it and, to be honest, didn't find anything interesting.
    2 points
  16. Big boys don't need their hands to hold it, I thought. I guess I was wrong...😳 It felt good though. 7_4_21.mp4
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  17. I just remembered another time when my whole family saw me desperate...this was so embarrassing! I had been on a night out with university friends, I think at some sort of concert or something and because we all wanted to drink a bit we decided not to drive. I didn’t drink much (well alcohol anyway, I drank plenty soft drinks) because I wanted to remember the night and get home safely. My parents were the sort who would never go to bed unless al the kids were home so they had set up a games night in the lounge and my brothers and sister and my parents were all playing games and having snacks and drinks. I think I headed home maybe about 10/11 ish and we got the train. It’s about half an hour from the city to where we lived then a 15/20 minute walk uphill to the house. I don’t recall using the bathrooms at the place we were at and I remember giggling with my friends on the train as we all tried looking for the train toilet. I actually recall my horror when I found it was out of order! So there was a group of maybe 4 or 5 of us from memory all on the train and all wanting the bathroom but finding it funny and laughing at each other squirming in our short skirts, tights, boots and shirt tops. Once we got to the station in our town two of the girls got into a taxi as they lived a bit out of town but I decided to walk home as it wasn’t far and all main road., I remember really really needing to pee at this point and asking funny trying to hold it in, probably stopping now and again to keep control. The closer I got to home the more I wondered if I would manage to keep it in! When I got to our front door I could see lights on in the main room and was hoping no-one would see me so I could run straight to the toilet! But my dad must have saw me coming and he came and opened the door for me as I squirmed right in front of him as I walked in. Then my mum called me to ask how my night had been and I remember shouting back that I would tell her in a few minutes after I had been to the bathroom. That’s when she came out the lounge towards me with my siblings behind her. I honestly hadn’t noticed that anyone was missing because I was just so desperate to get to the loo! But then my mum looked at me squirming and very matter if factly said ‘your sister is having a bath. She was complaining of back ache again (she had arthritis) so I ran her a bath with the stuff the doctor sent for her. She shouldn’t be long. So how was your night love?’ I slipped my shoes off and stood there in front of my siblings and parents with a shirt skirt, tight fitting top and tights on prancing back and forth and jumping up and down like an idiot trying to tell them how good the evening had been whilst trying very hard not to wet myself. My younger brother was so embarrassed he looked away and said I looked a right state but all I could whimper back was that I wasn’t drunk I just had to pee so so badly! I don’t think they believed me especially as I lost my balance with all my squirming and ended up sitting on the bottom stair bouncing my legs and squirming almost crying. I practically crawled up the stairs and begged my sister to open the door and peed loudly and for ages while my own sister sat naked next to me in the bath! I will never live that one down!
    2 points
  18. The Wet Rune

    Chapter 11. Complete control Stepping out of the bathroom she re-joined many of the others who were now stood in the reception, Gemma and a couple of the others looking far more relieved as other joined the short line coming out of the toilets she had just used. It seemed they had all somehow made it. “Right then, here are you passes and name badges for the convention” Philippa said, making an obvious glance towards the ladies. But checking her watch she was clearly weighing up her choices, she was supposed to be a key speaker at the first panel on Ancient Gallic burial traditions. But with their later than planned arrival it only gave her 3 minutes to be in the main hall and ready to present. Squeezing her legs together she pinned on her badge, she had clearly made the decision that she would just have to hold it. Checking her bosses bladder it would be uncomfortable but these talks were only about an hour and she was sure Philippa could make it that long. For her part Annabeth was joining Courtney at a different panel on ancient African civilisations. Having not expected to be back in the country she hadn’t planned to present and that gave her the freedom to do what she wanted for the next few hours. A rare time for her as she was usually pressured into one talk or another where ever she went, sometimes feeling a little like a prized pony to flaunt in front of other universities that hadn’t managed to get her to teach for them. It also drummed up quite a lot of paper collaborations from other institutions around the world, papers she would barely be involved with but that sought her name to go on them. Watching Philippa shuffle off through the large doors to their right, Annabeth and Courtney filed into a group heading the opposite direction, large celling to floor posters displaying the work of many of the speakers. But going past one, something caught her eye, something she instantly recognised. It was one of the runes, not the one currently attached to her arm but one of the 11 others. It was carefully placed into a crate with a tablet almost identical to the one she had touched, but pristine and probably in a museum somewhere. If she could find it and learn more about the origins, maybe she could do something about the one she was unwillingly joined too. Walking into the large auditorium she was pleased to be handed a small cup of coffee from an attendant, enjoying the warmth against her fingers. Nearing the front of the room she grabbed a chair next to Courtney and for some reason the accompanying Monica. It seemed she had come to the same talk, although thankfully was sitting a row behind. Part of Annabeth had thought this kind of tense rivalry was going to be left and school but yet here she was. 45 minutes later the was a pause of applause for the latest speaker as he signed off, but now was the one she was waiting for. Dr Sam Farris, the one with the other rune. Sitting up in her seat Annabeth listened attentively to every word spoken by the middle aged woman on the stage. Her confidence and ability to enthral the crowd quite enjoyable as she told tale after tale of tracking artefacts down and the some times odd places she had found them. “Another interesting find was this rune in Jamaica of all places.” Clicking the slide Annabeth’s heart missed a beat as the photo from the banner was now displayed across the large projector screen. A faint nudge from her arm from Courtney meant she had clearly noticed what it was too. “This rune tablet was actually found in what was thought to be a pirate horde off the coast of port more in Jamaica. A strange assemblage of artefacts from the 12th century and beyond that show that even pirates were interested in history.” A few chuckles went around the crowd, perplexing Annabeth slightly and making her feel like she had somewhat missed the joke. But then again she was concentrating on picking up every possible fact or clue from what she was saying in a literal sense. “We still don’t know the whole story of this piece but we believe it to be of Ancient Egyptian origins and was found with a rather splendid world wide haul of artefacts including things from Sumatra, Aztecs, Mamelukes and even Mongols. Who ever collected all of these items definitely had an interesting life which is a shame why there was so little to identify the holders. But moving on I think that…” Wait was that it, was that all the woman was going to say about it, that it was interesting? Listening to the woman continue she couldn’t help but feel a little let down and sank back in her chair. But getting a couple of glances over from the presenter she reminded that she was supposed to be a professional and not a sulking teenager. Adjusting her posture she sat upright again, listening more attentively but sadly nothing more was mentioned of her mystery rune. “Thank you for listening, any questions?” A round of applause filled the auditorium but as it diminished Annabeth found her hand in the air. “Yes, Dr. Cole is that you?” “Hi Dr, Farris, yes it is. I was wondering if you had any more information on the rune you showed from the pirate haul and its origins” “Oh yes, its an interesting piece but sadly no, not much is known about it. May I ask why that piece in particular?” “I was just wondering as I have come across something similar, but like you I'm missing some key information.” “Another rune? Well now you have peaked my interest. We had assumed there were no others, but if you have found one then perhaps they were part of a set.” “I…uh…Not exactly, we have found reference to one in a temple in morocco that looks very similar.” “Morocco!, more and more interesting. But like I said I'm afraid we have little knowledge on such things but if you find more than a reference then please let me know.” “Do…Do you happen to know where the run is stored, Id love to study it.” Annabeth asked. “Im afraid it was lost with a number of other artefacts that it was with in Egypt in the uprisings in 2011.” “Oh ok” Another dead end! Although she hadn’t even known that this was a possible lead an hour earlier so she couldn’t really complain. After fielding another couple of questions the first talks of the day were over. Walking back out into the main room Annabeth spotted a few of her colleagues grouped together for the short break before the second round of talks. Her boss Philippa currently standing with her legs tightly crossed but engrossed in a rapt conversation with one of her PhD students. Grabbing a free cup of coffee again her and Courtney began to walk over to join the others. “Careful there, sure you can manage another one.” A mocking comment came from behind them. “What?” Annabeth asked, entirely sure she knew what Monica meant as they joined the others. “I just wouldn’t want you to miss any of these talks because you have to visit the ladies room.” “Im fine thank you” Annabeth smiled back, locking eyes with Monica who seemed to be enjoying the superiority she was giving herself and her bladder. “Well, even if you are I think I am going to go and make use of…” Philippa started, before being interrupted by a new arrival. “Philippa!” A grey haired woman said, a large pearl necklace hanging over her slender neck and expensive looking dress. “Dean Jones” Philippa said a little surprised. “Always a pleasure to see you. How have you been?” Annabeth’s red faced boss asked before being lead away to another group of more senior looking figures, her gate uneven and slow even compared to those she was walking with. Bent slightly at her waist it was uncomfortable just watching her as she disappeared into a crowd. “Right then, do you think we should find the next room?” Monica asked having followed them out and joined the group too. It seemed that the two of them were going to be spending more time together today than Annabeth had realised, how fun she thought to herself. “Im just going to nip to the ladies” Gemma replied, handing Daisy her coffee. “Again?” Monica said, causing the young students cheeks to go bright red. “I…I mean I don’t need to I guess…I can just wait.” Gemma said resigned. “Just go, ignore her. We will wait here till you get back.” Courtney interjected, getting a glare from Monica as she was upstaged by her inferior. A much relieved Gemma smiled at Courtney before dashing off towards the ladies before Monica could stop her again. “You know you shouldn’t encourage that” Monica said, still scowling at Courtney. “What, letting someone go to the bathroom?” “Yeah, I mean how does she expect to make it through life having to dash of to a toilet every 30 seconds. You don’t see me or Philippa doing that do you?”. The sentence clearly showing that Monica thought of herself at the same level as Annabeth’s boss rather than in her actual position, the same as her and many others. Rolling her eyes Courtney just dismissed the comment, infuriating Monica even more but she stayed quiet and a minute later Gemma returned looking much happier, accepting her coffee back and the group moving towards the next hour of talks. This was the hour Courtney would give hers, a thorough walk through time and possible mentions of what they were originally looking for. It was her thesis that the fountain of youth was in fact real and may have been linked to the garden of Eden. A non-mythical location where unknown species of plants may have grown around a natural spring or lake which gave it medicinal properties. It was a long stretch and many of their peers were unsure of its likelihood, but despite this she made a compelling argument for its existence. After all, a story even as old as this one was tended to be based on some truth and wouldn't have survived thousands of years and multiple cultures unless someone believed it. Despite a few stumbles in her words Courtney did a great job and came across confidently, Annabeth was sure she would make a great lecturer in the future. But soon the talks were over and once again there was a short remission with Courtney disappearing towards the hall next door in search of food. The rest of them loitered in the hallway making small talk for the most part. “Do you guys see Philippa? Annabeth asked as she became aware that several of their group were missing. “No, she is in the keynote. It’s a two hour talk.” Monica replied, sipping from he own drink. Two hours, for her sake she hoped her boss had managed to make it to the ladies before it started. Downing their drinks and jealously watching Courtney eat her plate of snacks she had somehow found about a minute before they closed, the group made their way into the last talk of the morning. It was on a career in academia and was a little unnecessary for herself given she already had the perfect job. But for the students it was going to be invaluable. Despite this, as the talk wore on Annabeth couldn’t help but let her mind wander back to Philippa and if she had indeed made it to a bathroom. She had been extremely desperate the last time she had seen her, unable to stand up straight. Given how full she had been on the bus and the fact it had now been 3 hours, there would be no way she could still be holding on…surely? Despite the confidence in her assumption, she found herself unable to concentrate. The lure of finding out about Philippa mixing with her filling bladder again. Most of the others had been a couple of times since arriving, the coffee and tea fulling their need. As far as she could tell only herself, Courtney, Monica and maybe but probably not Phillipa hadn’t gone. So feeling a slight tightening sensation in her bladder she decided to kill two birds with one stone, because there hadn’t been a break the key note would be ending a few minutes earlier than this talk. “I'm going to go to the toilet, I might see if I can find Philippa too.” She whispered to Courtney who simply nodded. Standing she slowly extricated herself from the row of seats and returned to the reception only to see a cleaner mopping the area she had almost lot total control in earlier. Blushing madly and avoiding eye contact with the cleaner she looked at the small cleaning and be back in 5 minutes sign now on the desk. Walking around the wet floor area she entered the bathroom, grabbing a stall easily as all but one were free. Sitting down she let out a sigh and checked her phone, scrolling through the news before finishing up and leaving. The occupant of the other stall sitting in almost silence. Washing her hands she stepped towards the door, almost slipping in a puddle of water. Catching herself she emerged through the door to see the warning sign now next to the toilets. Rolling her eyes she made her way to the doors next to the key note room, a round of applause from the other side indicating that the talk was about over. But a few minutes later no one had come out, in fact it was her talk that opened its doors first. The others coming out to find her waiting outside the main room. “You ok, we are going to get our lunch.” Courtney asked “Yeah, ill wait for Philippa and come find you.” “Ok, sounds good. Ill come find you guys when we find a table or two.” She replied. Minutes went by and yet there was no activity, she was starting to wonder if there was another door they might have exited out of. Eventually she heard footsteps and quiet chatter approaching from the other side of the door which opened and the usual crowed of academics quickly flowed out of the room, excitedly chatting about what they had seen or in some cases where they were going to get lunch. The mornings activities quickly forgotten by some as the smells from the dining room nearby reached their noses. Quickly passing the hundred or so audience filed out but there was no sign of Phillipa. 30 seconds passed and Annabeth was wondering if her boss had excused herself early and was no longer in there, but then came a set of heavy and uneven footsteps. Taking a few steps towards the corner of the room Annabeth didn't want to be seen staring if her boss was indeed the one approaching. Walking extremely slowly and with her lips pursed tightly together Philippa emerged, both hands grasping her heavily distended abdomen that was far larger than it had been earlier, the melon sized lump squeezing out from under her belt and clearly causing her a great discomfort. Looking at her Annabeth could tell she was at her wits end, tears forming in the corners of her eyes and crow’s feet developing from where she must have been clenching to keep everything contained. She had been bursting three hours ago, but somehow she had made it through not one but two long talks. Taking a moment to scan her, Annabeth was amazed to see the slow waddling woman was at 100% of her capacity. The power of her mind and control of her body fuelled by her desire to not humiliate herself surrounded by her peers and superiors. Stopping for a moment she let out a loud grunt, doubling over and a hand pressing against her crotch, her face going redder from how humiliated it must have made her feel. But when the wave passed she continued, unaware of Annabeth's gaze. From her point Annabeth was fascinated, she had never thought possible to hold 100% of a bladders fullness and yet here her boss was. Just as with Joy at the airport she felt a strange desire overcome her to see the outcome, one way or the other. She could help, but this time she didn’t feel responsible. She hadn’t distracted her or pulled her away and she hadn’t been the one to make Philippa skip the bathroom despite being desperate for it two hours ago. Slowly Philippa crossed the room, one unsteady footstep after the other as Annabeth watched, hear heart fluttering in her chest as she knew that the woman was absolutely full and just moments from an accident almost exactly where she had been earlier. But somehow, her boss crossed the room, sweat gathering on her brow and cheeks puffing out with every heavy breath. Her only saving grace, the speed at which everyone had gone looking for their free lunch. Eventually she reached the open door, exiting towards the main reception and the toilets. Following to the doorway Annabeth heard a loud gasp and rounding the corner she saw her boss slamming through the bathroom door, her calm demeanour completely gone. Looking down she could see a faint trail of wetness as a strange sense of satisfaction overcame her, the resolution she had been hoping for had happened. Wait, did she want her boss to wet herself, shouldn’t she feel sorry for her? Because it definitely didn’t feel like she did, which was a little worrying. “Hey, you find Philippa?” A voice asked behind her. “Oh hey Courtney” Annabeth said blushing slightly. “I…uh no I think she must have gotten out a bit early.” She replied, figuring her boss might want a few minutes to herself to clean up. “Ok, well maybe we will see her later. Some of us have grabbed a table if you want to join.” “Sure thing” Annabeth said turning and joining her friend for lunch, her stomach rumbling slightly and reminding her she hadn’t actually eaten anything since last night, something thing that seemed to be becoming a regular thing. At least here she hoped she had other alternatives to insects. Lunch was quite enjoyable as she caught up with her students and their projects that they had been carrying out over the summer break. Phillipa did join them about 10 minutes later, looking a little sheepish but much more relaxed than she had earlier. Despite a quick check, her black slacks had hidden any evidence of her accident, although Annabeth was sure she must have been feeling a little uncomfortable in her sure to be wet underwear. After lunch the next few hours of talks passed by uneventfully and soon it was time to head home. New connections had been made and even if it had turned out to be a dead end, at least Annabeth knew there were more runes out there to be found. Who knows where or who might have them, but it was a start and walking towards the bus she was feeling a lot more optimistic than she had this morning. “Hey” Philippa greeted them having gone ahead a few minutes earlier to check on the driver. “Listen.” She said leaning in with a hushed tone. “I was thinking of the way here, since we have finished a little early I've asked the driver to make a stop about halfway back in case anyone needs to stretch their legs or…use the facilities.” “Ok thank you, I'm sure the others will appreciate it.” Annabeth replied, wondering if her bosses close shave had put her in their shoes and now she was feeling sorry for them. Or maybe she was just worried about needing to go again as badly as she had before lunch. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Monica said loudly, but it wasn’t to them. Above on the steps up to the bus she was talking to Gemma who had been happily talking to her friends before the interruption. In her left hand was another cup of coffee, her face blushing madly as she was called out for something everyone was now thinking about, a sullen look covering her for a moment. Looking over to the bin next to her she took a step towards it. “Why are you so caught up on this?” Courtney asked, shocking some of the others as she called out the task master in front of them. “Look, I just don’t want to stop on the way home because someone drank too much and needs to pee like a child.” Monica shot back, not enjoying Courtney’s second time of questioning of her. Leaning over to Gemma as the other two scowled at each other Annabeth whispered, “Don’t worry, we have stop half way home. Just don’t tell Monica or I’m sure she would complain about it.” Gemma nodding and giving her a smile before boarding the bus. “Why should some of us that have control like an adult, have to suffer for those that don’t.” Monica continued. “Not that your boss over there was much better, we all saw her scurry off like the rest of them.” Now it was Annabeth’s time to blush, although she couldn’t help but feel a little angry about it. This was the least professional behaviour she had seen out of anyone; these were students who were supposed to look up to them. Here Monica was undermining her authority and just out right embarrassing her. Little did she know Annabeth herself had been saving the reputation of her precious university last time, she could only imagine what it would do to their image if a group of students had turned up on a bus and in clothes covered in their own urine. Annabeth felt her tempter flaring and half her mind wanted to fill her up and make her wet herself right then and there. But there was no way she could explain that and as much as she wanted Monica to be brought down a peg or two she also didn’t want it to be instant. It was almost the hope of making it that she wanted her to taste. “What are you trying to prove here?” Courtney asked, her arms out indicating to the random bus stop they were in. “That maybe youth isn’t everything.” Monica smirked and Annabeth was sure that it wasn’t just a dig at Courtney's age but also at her hard work and entire project for the last two years. “Uh ladies, shall we get a move on…we don’t want to make a scene do we.” Philippa interjected and with a final scowl Monica turned back into the bus and took her seat. That final comment was it for Annabeth, it was one thing to embarrass a lecturer in front of students, it was another entirely to dismiss and degrade one on their project and passion, especially one who had worked as hard as Courtney had. She wouldn’t get away with this Annabeth told herself as she joined them on the bus but purposefully took a seat closer to the front. She wanted to sit somewhere where she could keep an eye on Monica for more than one reason. Giving Courtney the window seat she lowered herself into the isle seat about 2 rows down from Monica and immediately got to work. Locking onto her she was somewhat surprised to see her target already at 88%, but thinking about it she had been with her almost the entire day and never once did she see her use the restroom. But how can that be, she was at 77% when they arrived over 7 hours ago. No wonder she was confident about her bladders abilities if that was the case, but it didn’t change anything. Just because she may have been able to back up her own confidence, there was no reason to take it out on her, Courtney or Gemma. Although part of her was impressed by the woman’s capabilities and she couldn’t help but wonder when the last time she had peed was if her bladder had only gone up 11% since the morning. Doing some mental maths that was less than 2% an hour she had filled, so unless it took them 5 hours to get home Monica would somehow make it and even have hours to spare. Her gargantuan bladder was a sure sign she could out hold all of them on the bus, even Courtney several times over. Unfortunately for her though, Annabeth’s new found powers would make sure that even if she did make, it would be by the skin of her teeth and she would experience exactly what she and the others had felt earlier. But leaning back in her chair Annabeth knew she would have to be patient, she didn’t want to raise any red flags or make Monica think anything odd was going on. This would be a battle of her pride and her bladder, nothing more. Next to her Courtney seemed a little dejected, putting her head on her bag and trying to get some sleep on the way back. Looking over at her Annabeth couldn't help but feel her anger flare up again, a strange warmth filling her body as her nostrils flared. For 20 minutes she watched the outside pass by the window as they made their way out of the city and back on to the main motorway. They were making good progress but checking her watch Annabeth knew this was about to change, it was becoming rush hour and now was her chance to start the games. Looking across to Monica she could see her shaking her head and muttering to herself as she seemingly went through the programme of the day with a red marker, as if it was a piece of coursework. Her bladder had increased to 89% but still she seemed to be completely unbothered by it. Connecting to it Annabeth pushed some of her pee into the snarky woman, amazed to see that despite her own bladders contents reducing by 9% Monica’s had only gone up 2%!. Even so she smiled when she noticed her target shuffle slightly in her seat, adjusting her posture and uncrossing and recrossing her legs the other way over. The first cracks in her superior demeanour that wouldn’t survive the trip if she had her way. But for now she would let her sit there, regaining her confidence and drawing out the inevitable conclusion of this little game. Another 15 minutes quickly passed but that was the only thing that was happening quickly. As expected commuters had flooded the motorway on their way home and in combination with the still Icey conditions were going far slower than normal. Locking onto her once more she felt the now familiar heat radiating around her body, a little shiver of pleasure running up her spine as she pumped another 10% of her now almost empty bladder into Monica. Half a smile forming on her face as once again she watched the woman squirm noticeably, her bladder now at 93% of its total capacity. She was truly nearing the limit of her control, but Annabeth was sure she would still be expecting to make it. From her estimates they were still around an hour and half from home and she would enjoy watching Monica slowly crack in that time. Although, that time didn’t include the detour to a service station for the break Philippa had organised and that Monica wasn’t aware of. Would she abandon face and use a service bathroom, or would she try to make it even with the added pressure?. If she had to, Annabeth would have bet on her pride beating her bladder, especially if Annabeth or maybe if no one else asked. It seemed a little bit of an insult to her boss who had specifically arranged something like this, but if Annabeth could make everyone comfortable enough then no one would feel a need to use a bathroom when the chance came up, removing any and all chances for Monica to relieve herself without destroying her pride and regretting all of the snide remarks she had made through the day. Stretching her arms above her head she craned her neck around, happy to see that now she was near the front she could basically see everyone on the bus using her little mirror. With that and her plan she got to work, her own bladder and Courtney's basically empty and available to skim the top off. Her sleeping friend hadn't offered it this time but she was sure she wouldn’t mind, if she could even tell with how little she was planning on adding. But over the next 20 minutes she managed to get all bladders on the bus to below a third full, most had been less than half full to begin with. But with the extra space of 20% of Courtney and 75% her own bladder, she had been able to accomplish her mission. As if on cue Philippa stood up at the front of the bus, clearing her throat. “Hi guys, we should have some time for a stop shortly so you can use the facilities if anyone needs them?” Silence filled the bus as no one spoke up, a few people just looking at one another. The only person that seemed to perk up was in fact Monica, would she actually say anything to save herself? But after looking around for a few moments, almost imploringly at Gemma she turned back towards Philippa but said nothing. “I mean…if no one wants to we can skip that and head straight home?” “Sounds good” one person said, a number of others nodding in agreement and with that it seemed Monica's fate was sealed. A devilish smile appearing on Annabeth’s face as she saw the genuinely worried look flash across Monica’s, something she wasn’t going to be helping. In fact, it had been plenty of time since she had filled her last time. Connecting to her once more she let another 10% flow between them, her toes curling slightly in her boots as she watched the numbers tick up and felt her own bladder emptying. Across the isle her target was looking more and more desperate, her legs tightly knotted and as Annabeth finished filling her up to 95% her legs began to bounce. The paper she was reading quickly thrown on the chair next to her and her hands now pressing between her legs for a moment. A quiet gasp escaped Monica as she doubled over slightly in her seat, her heavily distended bladder clearly causing her some problems now. But for Annabeth this was what she wanted to see, Monica was finally getting a taste of her own medicine. It would have been easy for her to have not said anything about the others desperation on arrival, but she had stuck her nose in and now she was paying the price. For the next 30 minutes she watched eagerly as Monica’s movements became more and more erratic, her legs bouncing constantly as she kneaded her thighs with her clenched hands. Slow rocking movements happened from time to time, usually after winces that seemed to suggest her bladder was likely pulsing or cramping inside her. Annabeth would have been worried about her noticing her watching, but it seemed the dark-haired woman was in her own little world and too far gone for that. But now it was time for her next filling. Connecting their bladders once more Annabeth knew this was going to be it, her hands had grown sweaty with anticipation as she started to empty her bladder into Monica again heart heart fluttered again. Slowly and for more than 5 minutes she kept going, and going, and going with a little bit at a time. But finally, as she heard Monica groan and double over she hit 99%. Part of her was urging herself to keep going, to end this, but a larger part wanted to play with Monica. Somehow, even at 99% she was staying dry although her movements had all but stopped. Her torso wavering as she stared forwards, dumfounded by what had happened to her iron bladder and immaculate control. A sheen of sweat building on her brow as her arm wrapped around her abdomen, seemingly trying to shield it but it would be no use. Even from where she was sat Annabeth could see how Monica’s tight pant suit cut into her heavily distended abdomen, a tight bisection cutting through the giant inflated organ. Another loud groan filled the bus as both of Monica’s hands flew between her legs, a couple of others noticing the commotion. She was now at 100% but still fighting for control. Like her boss earlier it seemed Monica had the fortitude and level of control that she had seen very rarely until now. It was taking its toll as even over the sound of the bus she could hear the deep heavy and laboured breaths coming from the almost pregnant looking woman. She must have been battling hard to contain the litres of liquid held within her small frame of the groaning woman a few rows ahead. Annabeth wondered how long she could hold it even at 100%, it clearly depended on the individual but surely no one could go above 100%?. She wasn’t sure quite what her vision was measuring given that some people lost it earlier than others like those on the plane, but Monica seemed to be just about managing. Her face screwed up in agony as she now cupped her bursting bladder with both hands, hunched over on her seat looking like she was about to explode. Sweat was beginning to drop off the black-haired woman as she rhythmically winced, but mile after mile came and went as she held on and on. Her fortitude commendable but it was what Annabeth was banking on. Finally, after 10 minutes of staring at her Monica groaned quietly and quivered for a moment. Unable to look away Annabeth saw a faint sheen appear on the seat under her target as she rocked in her seat. She had leaked!, The dark of the evening and inefficient lighting on board was hiding the leak that she had seen and was sure was now soaking into the seat beneath her. Now back down to 99% Annabeth couldn’t help but push her back up to 100% , smirking as she heard Monica groan again. This time she only lasted a few seconds before another patch of wetness spread out of her Cinnamon coloured trousers, this time dropping to 98% and a clear streak flowing down the back of one of her bent legs. This leak had been more substantial and she was almost certainly about to lose control fully, but in a way Annabeth didn’t want that, she wanted her to suffer more for what she had put her through. Plus, she was enjoying the feeling of using Monica like a play thing, her bladder a vessel for her to fill and empty at her desires. Pulling out 5% back into her own bladder she saw Monica relax a little, She would give her a moment of rest before the storm that was about to come. Slyly Monica separated her legs gingerly, clearly seeing the damage to her trousers before closing her legs and placing a hand over her sure to be wet crotch. Puffing out her cheeks for a moment she grimaced, a sure sign that despite what she had taken out Monica was still battling. Her burning muscles that had started to fail must have been urging her to give in and wet herself. But she knew that It would never happen willingly, Annabeth was sure Monica would fight until the very end. Looking past her she spotted something she recognised and something that made Annabeth smile again. They were still at least 40 minutes from home, she still had plenty of time to appease the voice in her head that was already telling her to break Monica again. But steeling herself she was patient, she wanted Monica to feel in control again before cracking her like an egg. Who knew how many times she could do it, how strong were her adversaries muscles? Maybe if she could hold out a couple more time she might even give her a chance of making it home mostly dry. The next few minutes passed by slowly for both of them but for different reasons. But spotting a sign for services in 2 miles it seemed a good time to do it. After all Monica could ask at any point for them to stop, but she knew she wouldn’t. Connecting she flooded another 4% into Monica who shot almost instantly back up to 99% and let out another load groan, almost flinching at the additional pressure. Now more than a few others had clearly become aware of what was happening to the former task manager as she battled with her body as it betrayed her. A few of those she picked on regularly including Gemma were watching on, clearly enjoying the sight. Monica resumed rocking in her seat, gasping periodically as she clutched at herself furiously. Pursing her lips her head seemed to be in the clouds as it teetered on her waving neck. But still she said nothing and soon that services had passed and so had the chance to ask them to pull over. So, Monica hadn't used the out she had given her after all. Connecting to her Annabeth pushed another 1% into her, watching as Monica pulled her legs up towards her chest for a moment, a grunt of exertion passing through the woman’s lips as she shuddered for almost 10 seconds before she stamped her feet to the floor and both hands shot once again between her legs. A faint hiss just audible from where Annabeth was sitting reached her ears like the most pleasurable music. A short burst of wetness escaping and overflowing from the edge of the chair and dampening the sides of her trousers. Her pee now visible on the rear of her lightly coloured trousers, but once again she had cut it off with some immeasurable effort. Now at 97% Annabeth pushed her back up to 98% but left it there, wanting her to feel on the absolute edge of control for as long as possible. Again, it seemed that despite her now sodden clothes Monica was in denial but Annabeth would give her another chance, next services 13 miles. Again and in spite of the puddle she must have now been sat in, Monica said nothing as they passed the services almost 15 minutes later. Well she made her choice Annabeth thought to herself as she connected to Monica for another round of this game she was playing. Now almost second nature she pushed her bladder into the sweating and squirming woman already sat in her own puddle of piss. Monica let out a deep rumble from her throat, a strange sound that was a clear sign of the agonising discomfort she was feeling. Ticking up to 100% she was frozen in place, a forceful whistle of air escaping between clenched teeth as she desperately tried to hold on. But then another crack appeared, another burst of wetness from her tired muscles as her trousers glistened again. For a few seconds a trickle could be seen running down the back of her legs as she sat rigidly and unmoving. Somehow, she cut it off but by now there was already a puddle on the floor and many had seen her lose control. No one spoke but they all knew what was coming, apparently except Monica who was still ignoring the inevitable. The warmth she was sat in and the wetness spreading down her legs should have been sure signs but she was fighting a losing battle. Even if they started to pull over she doubted she would make it without help. But Annabeth knew something she might not. That was the last services and there would be no stopping until getting home. A fact that meant her little game was already over, Monica was always going to lose but she hadn’t finished with her yet. That last leak had taken her to 95%, well that was just too low for Annabeth. Pumping in yet more she pushed Monica back up to 100% smiling as she heard the woman groan pitifully again. “Oh no…oh…oh….oh…” It was the first time Monica had said anything, her first whispered verbalisation that anything was wrong. It was like she had only just not realised she was going to have an accident…more of an accident on this bus. Watching Monica Cross her legs tightly Annabeth could see drops of the previous leak fall from her sodden trouser legs. A shower of drops also falling from her shoes as she lifted her foot off the floor. Screwing herself up she let out a little whimper, but then a loud hiss filled the air. The new position of her tightly crossed and knotted legs amplifying the squelching sound as a pressurised just left her forcefully. The sound closer to opening a bottle of fizzy drink than anything Annabeth thought could come from someone peeing. It was accompanied by another groan as Monica doubled over, her double crossed legs and high knees almost touching her chest as she breathed heavily into her legs. Drops of sweat racing down her face as it looked downwards, she was nearing the end but she had miraculously stopped it once again. Her muscles of steel able to repeatedly stop the flow of liquid that had been forced passed them. But this test of strength was not fair and it wasn’t over yet. In the corner of her eye she watched as one of the students elbowed Gemma, pointing towards their previous tormentor and the condition she was in. A shocked look appearing on the students face before transforming into a toothy grin that she failed to hide behind one of her hands. But seeing her it did give Annabeth an idea. Connecting to Gemma Annabeth pulled almost half of the woman’s bladder out of her, a cramp signalling how full she herself was feeling. She had needed a lot to keep the copious bladder of Monica filled at all times, but after this she wouldn’t need to worry about either of them. Looking back at Monica she smiled to herself, this was it for her target. Connecting for what she knew would be the last time she pushed all of the liquid she had taken out of Gemma into Monica, a symbolic and somewhat poetic way of breaking the iron bladder by using the paper bladder she had that day been making fun of. Instantly Monica sat up rigidly as her bladder hit 98%...99…100…101…102 numbers Annabeth didn’t think were possible but after a second it was clear that they weren’t. In almost silence, her eyes open and mouth agape Monica exploded into a wet mess. A loud hiss filling the bus followed moments later by a splattering noise as a deluge of pee shot out of Monica’s tortured bladder. Waves of liquid overflowed the seat that was doing its best to soak up the monumental accident before it cascaded off the sides of the chair and splattered noisily onto the hard plastic floor of the coach. The puddle rapidly expanding and snaking its way down the bus. “If that’s someone spilling something you are going to have to….Oh!” Philippa stopped in her tracks as she stood up to confront the clumsy student, only to be dumbfounded by the waterfall erupting from between Monica’s legs and rolling across the bus towards her. For minutes Monica peed, the heavy stream constantly flowing onto the floor and spreading out around her. The trickle of pee and pressurised stream hissing through her trousers now the only sound as everyone fell quiet. A few stifled laughs from some of the students who couldn’t help but express their satisfaction in her humiliation. The Giant puddle now spreading to the back of the bus almost 10m away as the bus continues on its journey. Monica's trousers almost completely darkened as they absorbed the pee still erupting from Monica's monumental accident. “Did you do that?” A quiet voice whispered next to her. At this point Annabeth realised what she had been doing, the power she had been feeling over Monica and the enjoyment she had been having. For the first time she felt a tinge of remorse, but unlike the strangers on the plane she hadn’t made her have this accident. Monica had repeatedly skipped the bathroom, even after leaking Annabeth had given her a chance to save herself but she hadn’t taken it. It was Monica’s pride that had caused this she told herself. “I…I didn’t help it.” Annabeth responded sheepishly. “Good, she deserved it.” Courtney joked, nestling hear head back down on her bag as they entered the outskirts of town. Slowing the bus stopped at the first traffic lights since the motorway and everyone looked down as a tidal wave of Monica’s pee rolled past them from the back to the front of the bus, beginning to spill down the stairs at the front. ------------------------------------ Thanks for reading! I hope everyone enjoyed Monica's comeuppance and Philippa's to some degree.
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  19. It was late at night, after the bars had shut. I was sitting on a wall, waiting for someone. On the other side of the road were two girls together. One was on the phone. I think she was arranging for their lift to collect them. The other was clearly desperate for a pee. She couldn't stand still and she kept grabbing herself through the front of her shorts. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I was sure she was about to dart away somewhere to pee in a dark alley, a shop doorway, or between two cars. Clearly she wanted to stay with her friend and she kept trying to attract her attention. But she was too engrossed in her phone chatter. I've sometimes seen desperate girls grab themselves from behind, as well as from the front. This girl started doing that too, reaching behind her bum, and then squeezing her fingers up between her thighs. And then she did so with both hands, on from the front, and the other behind. She bent, then straightened her legs slightly, as if to pull up as hard as she could. Then she let go and leaned back to rest her bum on a shop window, and her pee came flooding out and ran down the glass. Right in front of me she had gone beyond the point of control and was now wetting herself, publicly peeing in her shorts. She remained still, the only movement being the huge stream of pee and the puddle at her feet, growing quickly and running over the pavement and into the road. Now she had lost it, she didn't seem to try to regain control, she just let it all flood out of her and through her knickers. She stood up when at last she finished. Her friend was still on the phone. It was only when she ended the call that she showed her the damp patch on her denim shorts and told her what had happened. Neither looked back at the puddle on the ground as they walked away down the street.
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  20. How can you download private videos from Thisvid if I am friends with that person and can see their videos? The sites I use to download videos only work for the public videos now but I think I used to be able to download private videos if they were playing in the browser but I can't anymore. Does anyone know how to download private videos from Thisvid?
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  21. The long ago at Wet Set (back in the day) I wrote a series of Joanne (the Joanne Chronicles). They've been mentioned recently, here: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/50440.htm and here https://www.omorashi.org/topic/58080-witnesed-accidents/?tab=comments#comment-1761594 So an update as of today. Joanne and I went for a relatively quickly walk. Its been a difficult few months for her, and we almost exclusively talked about what's been going on. I see her every so often (once a month?), and for many months I've not asked and she's not mentioned her frequent accidents. Actually during Covid her accidents have been far less frequent as she's working from home and the toilet is close at hand, but she's had some minor ones (as in dribble/spurts in her panties just at the toilet). As we were almost back at our cars she said, "You've not asked me for a long time about if I've had any accidents. And today, this morning, I had a huge one. I was awful." Joanne has never liked her accidents, but she knows I love them, and her telling me is a form of flirtation, and as she said 'awful' she smiled knowingly. I asked what happened. She was walking her dog and had had a lot of coffee as she hadn't slept well, a sure indicator that she'll need to pee, but she figured she could hold it. Not too far from her house she totally lost control. "I really, really peed. I soaked my panties totally, and it was cold, so under my jeans but over my panties I had on sort of underwear shorts. Thank god they absorbed a lot of my pee, but my jeans did get wet, and I was soaked on the inside." She said she was somewhat anxious about meeting a neighbor, and knew her jeans were somewhat wet (in the butt and inside her legs), but not as badly as if she didn't have on the 'underwear shorts'. She made it home without meeting anyone, but "I didn't really know who might have seen me as I was walking really fast and not looking around." Of course I asked about what type of panties she had on: cotton, light blue cotton bikinis. I thanked her for volunteering that she had an accident...I will certainly ask more often. Perhaps I'll get lucky and be with her (that has happened more since I stopped writing the Joanne Chronicles), and get even luckier and get some pics or vids. I do have some pics from years past....Gotta love her.
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  22. Hey everyone! Here's my latest story! I keep opening and closing for commissions, so I am sorry to those who are annoyed at the inconsistency. Lot of personal business going on and my own mental health can be tricky sometimes. I am open for commissions at the moment though! So, let me know if you are interested! 🙂 THE IRON BLADDERED NURSE “Ahhhhhh, fuck! It’s coming out’ screamed Marie, desperately fumbling in her bag for her keys. Her fingers were trembling, as she slid the key into the lock, her legs tightly crossed together. I pushed open the door to her house and my girlfriend staggered in, as a rivulet of pee snaked its way down her leg. It soaked into the white cotton uniform of her nurse’s outfit, leaving a thin wet line down her body, as she moaned in agony. Yanking down her trousers, she practically fell onto the toilet seat and; unable to get her pink knickers off in time, I saw a wave of hot urine burst straight through them. Too exhausted to hold on any longer, she sighed in annoyance as she started to wet herself on the toilet, pee bursting through her pink panties, causing a large wet-spot to form on them as the pee poured into the basin. ‘You okay?’ I ask, looking at her from outside the bathroom sympathetically. Marie gave a defeated half-smile. ‘Well, at least I made it back home this time!’ said Marie, as her accident finally came to a stop. ‘True. Work was definitely hectic then!’. ‘You can’t even imagine! I couldn’t find even two minutes to go during my entire shift, I barely had time to drink water to keep going and Sarah annoyed the crap out of me!’. ‘Oh?’ I ask, watching amusedly as she pulls her pee-soaked underwear off her legs, before throwing them into the bathtub in disgust. ‘Everytime we’re on assignment together, I swear she finds a reason to comment on how desperate I look, the woman never seems to need bathroom breaks! It’s not fair’ whined Marie. ‘Ha, she sounds like me!’. Marie looked at me in confusion, then, her eyes widened in shock. ‘John… when was the last time you went to the bathroom?’. ‘Oooh, yesterday morning I think?’ I answer honestly. ‘What?! If I tried to hold it for that long, I’d have wet myself half-a-dozen times! How do you do that?’. I shrugged. ‘Just don’t really need to that often’ I explain. ‘If I need to go, it’s never so bad I can’t hold it for longer. Just isn’t really an issue for me’. ‘I wish that were the case, it would make life so much easier. Though, I wouldn’t mind you shutting Sarah up’. ‘How do you mean?’ I ask, confused. A wicked smile crosses my girlfriend’s face. ‘Sarah’s got a massive ego and if any other nurses need to pee, she won’t go until we’ve all been before her, it’s a point of pride. Sometimes, she holds the entire shift, just so she can rub it in!’. ‘Jeez, that’s uptight! So what, you want me to challenge her to a holding contest or something?’. ‘I’ll get it arranged’ says Marie, cleaning her legs with a damp flannel. ‘I guarantee you she’ll accept’. ‘I don’t know’ I say, somewhat bemused by her interest in organising this. ‘Seems a bit petty’. Marie frowns, before giving me a look that immediately makes my cock start throbbing intensely, as she pulls off her shirt and unclips her bra; exposing her perky tits. She then walks over and whispered into my ear: ‘If you do, I’ll let you play doctor with me’. My cock is near-instantly fully hard. ‘Get that holding contest organised’ I say quickly, before picking up my laughing girlfriend and carrying her into the bedroom. ONE WEEK LATER Marie and I strolled into the bar, hand-in-hand, as we waited for Sarah to turn up. The place wasn’t too crowded but not too busy either, just as we hoped. Unlike normal for me, I’d used the bathroom a few minutes before we turned up, as Marie told me Sarah would. ‘We’ve agreed that each of us can use the bathroom before arrival but not once we get here, unless we give up. All three of us have the same amount of drinks as each other, at regular intervals. We can all use our own ways to help us hold on, except getting another person to physically help us hold’. ‘You’ve really thought about this haven’t you?’ I said laughing, wrapping my arm around Marie. ‘I want Sarah to stop being such a smug bitch! I probably can’t do it but you have a good shot at it… and if you do, I’ll let you have me however you want tonight’ she said quietly, blushing but with a naughty grin. My cock hardened at the possibilities and I smiled lustfully at her, giving her a deep kiss. ‘Get a room you two!’. We both turned and saw Sarah approaching. She was dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a white blouse, her straight yellow-blonde hair tied in a bun. Where Marie was short, with smaller breasts and a large bum, Sarah was tall, with 32DD cleavage and a slimmer figure. In my already aroused state, I subtly took several breaths to calm myself, as Sarah took her seat at our booth. ‘It’s great to meet you John’ she said, shaking my hand. ‘You too Sarah!’ I smiled. We made small-talk for a couple of minutes, as Marie ordered the first-round, at which point Sarah grinned wildly. ‘You sure you’re up for this Marie? There’s no shame if you back out now’ said Sarah teasingly. Though said jokingly, I could see Marie’s frustrated look and a natural defensive instinct kicked in, causing me to go on the offensive. ‘Just be careful you don’t overburden yourself Sarah. It would be embarrassing to watch a thirty-three-year-old woman walk home in soaking blue jeans like a little girl’. Marie snorted, as Sarah laughed at me contemptuously, a competitive glare in her eyes and smile. ‘Alright then John, you just keep dreaming! Marie says you’ve got a strong bladder! Try not to hold yourself too much when you waddle away to the bathroom’. I smiled. This was going to be more fun than I thought. Over the next two hours, we downed three rounds of pint-glass beer and relaxed, talking about a host of topics. At several points, Marie and Sarah got lost in talk about the hospital and I started scrolling through my phone. However, once we passed that threshold, things started to get interesting. Marie was showing the first signs of desperation, regularly fidgeting; though she was trying to conceal it. Sarah meanwhile was clearly less desperate but starting to show the odd sign. I could see her leg tapping beneath the table, the odd rub on her arm that showed she was restless, as well as playing with her drinking glass. Meanwhile, I barely felt any need. I could register my bladder no longer feeling empty but otherwise, if it weren’t for the contest, I wouldn’t have thought about it at all. At one point, Sarah looked at me directly and; not breaking eye contact, I raised the drink to my mouth. She watched as the beer passed in-between my lips, her eyes slowly widening as I downed half-a-pint in less than five-seconds, yet showed no sign of discomfort. She watched me for several minutes closely after but I gave nothing away, nor felt any major signs. My still body seemed to unsettle her and she finally gave away the first major sign of desperation: Crossing her legs. Not repeatedly, tightly or fidgeting but it was the first major concession that I had taken the lead from her. I could see it in her eyes: She hated having to do that. I smiled at her. ‘Struggling Sarah?’ I asked playfully. ‘Not as much as you’ll be soon’ she retorted, though there was an edge of doubt in her voice. As we continued getting drinks, I could see how badly my girlfriend was starting to struggle. Her black-tight wrapped legs were struggling and she was openly fidgeting now, occasionally holding herself too, with her ability to make normal conversation having greatly diminished. ‘Damn it you two, how bloody much can you hold?’ she asked frustrated, as Sarah smiled innocently at her. ‘It’s a talent, not everyone has it Marie’. However, even as she tried to act confident, I could see how it was starting to really get to her. Her legs had been crossing and uncrossing fairly regularly now for the last half-an-hour and though well-hidden, I’d spotted her holding between a legs a handful of times, never for more than a second or two at a time. Even so, I found Sarah’s ability to hold fascinating. Every woman I’d ever met; apart from Marie, always needed to go to the bathroom so often. On my first date when I was fourteen, I’d accidentally made my date; Charlotte, wet herself in the park, walking her home, as I hadn’t stopped us for bathroom breaks the whole time. She’d been too shy to ask and I’d completely forgotten about any need to. One moment she’d been bouncing on the spot, as I tried to comfort her to make it the last mile back to her place. The next, a cute red-thong was showing through a sodden pink skirt, with pee dripping off her legs and Charlotte standing in a puddle; sobbing and screaming in frustration. My cousins Amy and Alicia; both in their mid 20’s, nearly lost control on a road trip where I didn’t stop for bathroom breaks at gas stations more than a half-dozen times. Eventually, they’d demanded I pulled over and had scrambled to the nearest toilets, both only just making it. Even then, I’d noticed damp patches on their crop shorts when they returned to the car; scowling at me. From family to friends to partners, every woman I’d ever met always seemed like they got desperate way too fast. It was actually one of the things that I’d immediately liked about Marie as a nurse. On our first date; as a trained habit from years of mistakes, I asked a half-dozen times if she needed a bathroom break. She didn’t need to once, even after the cinema, an XL cup of lemonade at the cinema and wine at dinner. It was beyond refreshing and when I learned that she was a nurse, it made a lot of sense. Of course, she’d had a handful of accidents since then. Shifts that have gone on too long, leading to a desperate sprint to the bathroom while leaking, or a back alley, even once losing it in on my passenger car seat when we got stuck in a traffic jam. But for the most part, her bladder control is very strong. However, I could clearly see that Sarah’s was far, far stronger. Marie was bouncing rapidly on the spot, her face dripping with sweat and she had long ago given up rational conversation. Openly holding it, she jiggled about in frustration for several minutes, growing more and more desperate to pee. Sarah and I both watched her, as she pushed her hands deeper against her black jeans; even holding tightly inside them at one point, but eventually, she’d hit her limit. ‘I can’t hold it anymore’ admitted Marie, struggling to stand up from the booth. ‘If I go any longer, I’m going to piss myself in this booth’. I watched as Marie quickly waddled off, her legs tightly clamped together, as she pushed her way inside the women’s restroom. ‘Seems like she couldn’t cut it’ said Sarah happily, very glad she had defeated Marie. ‘Can you?’ I asked calmly, still not showing any signs of desperation. Sarah frowned at me and, to prove a point, drank more than half her full pint glass of beer in one. For a minute or two, she gazed at me confidently, seemingly sitting still, as if her need had abated. Eventually though, her ego was outweighed by her growing need and I watched smugly as she began to fidget again. Slowly at first but soon, she was regularly shifting in the booth, her legs trembling gently and she started to look seriously pained after we took our mutual drinks together. Just then, Marie returned. ‘Damn you both, you two have ridiculous bladders’. Sarah smiled but didn’t actually say any cocky retorts this time, her attention now firmly on holding herself. ‘How you feeling babe?’ Marie asked me. ‘Not too bad honestly. Slight twinge but not much else really. Could probably go several more hours comfortably’ I said honestly. ‘Bullshit’ Sarah responded, though her voice sounded worried. ‘Is it?’. With that, Sarah went back to being quiet and Marie and I watched over the next hour as her desperation got gradually worse. She talked in bursts but regularly started holding herself, at first just subtly, the odd clench underneath her jacket. Then, it became more open and obvious, her hands regularly between her jean-clad legs, even rocking back and forth slightly, as Sarah’s need for the bathroom grew worse and worse. Meanwhile, while my own need had at least become noticeable, I hardly felt any discomfort. It felt more akin to when you know you could use a bathroom break but could also easily forget about it, if a good film or show distracted you. Sarah was way past that point, her desperation now a clearly visible affair, as her legs were regularly trembling, her feet tapping against the bar floor, while she tightly clenched her drink glass, a few beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead. Marie; for her part, was absolutely loving this. Though she’d lost the contest, she could see I was clearly winning and was winding up Sarah even further to make it more difficult for her. ‘Hey babe, you remember that holiday we took to the lake last summer?’. Sarah shot Marie daggers, as I smiled. ‘Oh yeah, that one with the rivers nearby, flowing into it, constantly gushing near our lake-house’ I say, seeing where she wanted me to go with this. ‘It was beautiful wasn’t it, the rain was so beautiful there, just dripping off the trees in the morning, ah, I loved it!’. Marie shot me an evil grin as Sarah openly moaned for the first time, her face now unwillingly showing the first signs of major desperation, as me and my girlfriend both realised that I was undoubtedly going to win this contest. Sarah however, hadn’t yet come to the same revelation and was struggling on. For the next few minutes, her legs began to cross and uncross rapidly, her bum bouncing up and down in her seat like she was impatiently waiting to stand up, her face a mixture of anger, frustration and fear. Then, as we took our seventh drinks of the night, Sarah let out a high-pitched whine. It was exactly the kind that I’d heard from half a dozen women before, desperate to pee, who knew they could barely hold on any longer. Less than five minutes later, the inevitable happened. ‘Fuck it!’ moaned Sarah angrily, quickly stumbling out of the booth and practically sprinting into the women’s bathroom. ‘Yes!’ cheered Marie, high-fiving me, before kissing me deeply, her tongue going deep down my throat, getting me instantly hard. I could feel her fingers slide over the bulge in my trousers and she gave me an incredible look of arousal. ‘I want you so badly right now’ she moaned through a hot breath into my ear, nuzzling my neck. ‘I didn’t know you were so into this’. ‘You know I’m competitive baby and watching you beat her so easily… hmmm’ she purred at me sexually. Marie slid her hand over my bladder. By now, I could feel a noticeable pressure but even so, hadn’t shown any noticeable signs of desperation. Just then, Sarah returned to the table, scowling at me. ‘You did really well, Sarah. I’ve never seen a woman hold it that long’. ‘Shut up you git’ she said frustratedly, downing the rest of her drink. Marie smiled at me, trying not to laugh. ‘Come on John, we’d better get home. See you on Monday Sarah!’. Marie and I walked out, stumbling slightly, the drink making us giddy. She was laughing almost the entire way home and kept pulling me to the side of buildings, trees and vaguely out-of-the-way cars, where she kept putting her tongue down my throat, rubbing her breasts against my chest and encouraging me to grope her bum through her black jeans. A few corners away from our apartment, she pushed me onto a park bench; the entire area deserted apart from us in the late-evening, where she fell to her knees and began unbuckling my trousers. ‘Marie, are you crazy! If we get caught-’ I was cut off by the overwhelming sensation as my cock slipped out of my trousers, exposed to the cold evening air, only to be blanketed in the hot warmth of my girlfriend’s mouth. Her head throbbed down the length and I felt my eyes practically roll back in my head, while a deep moan escaped from my lips. ‘Fuck Marie… when are we next doing this?’ I say, half-jokingly, as she cups my balls. ‘Whenever she starts getting bitchy again’ she says, the words distorted by my length inside her mouth. Her tongue feels incredible, running down my shaft and I can feel the tension in me building to a breaking point. ‘Marie, I can’t… hold on…’. In response, Marie takes my cock out of her mouth and begins sliding down her trousers; exposing a pair of frilly white knickers, which are soon around her ankles. Quickly straddling me, she pulls down low-cut top, allowing me to suck on her boobs as I slowly enter inside her. Marie instantly bites my neck to prevent herself from screaming and I can feel the walls of her pussy tighten. ‘You’re so fucking wet babe’ I moan quietly. Marie looks into my eyes, raw lust and excitement in them, before grinding her pussy deeper into my cock as we both gasp repeatedly; barely holding back our screams. I feel myself pound deeper and deeper into her slick wet pussy, with her lips all over my neck, as I can feel my ability to hold back slipping. I try to slow down but Marie just bounces on my cock more furiously. ‘Marie… I’m going to cum’. ‘Cum inside me baby. I want you too’. I didn’t need to be told twice and I moan, as I begin releasing deep inside her; with Marie letting out a loud scream. I look around in worry, scared someone heard us but at this point, I hardly care. She’s mine, I want her, the whole fucking world can watch for all I care. Slowly, after half-a-minute, my orgasm is complete and I can feel her begin to come down from hers, though she’s bathing in the afterglow; nuzzling my shoulder. Looking into my eyes, she smiles that beautiful smile and we hold each other in silence for several seconds. ‘I mean it you know’ I say breathlessly, as Marie looks at me, confused. ‘When are we doing another one of these contests?’. Marie smiles, blushing, as we both begin to pull our clothes back on; rushing back home before anyone sees us. *FIVE MONTHS LATER* I open the door, as Marie races past me, running up the stairs; doing a jiggling pee-dance as she goes. I smile, walking to the bathroom door as her green nurse scrubs go down to her ankles and a second later, a thick stream of urine jets against the toilet bowl. Marie sighs in relief, as I watch her stomach slowly deflate, the easing pressure clearly relaxing Marie. ‘Better?’ I ask, leaning against the door. ‘Very’, she replies, wiping her pussy clean. She flushes the toilet, pulling up her scrubs and goes to wash her hands. ‘You’ve been holding even longer than before lately!’ I say, genuinely impressed. ‘Still not long enough for Sarah’ grumbled Marie, annoyed. ‘She’s started to get real bitchy about that again. Apparently, she’s the top candidate for the head nurse promotion next year and she’s really lording it over us. Started to act like she has authority at times, saying we shouldn’t be wasting so long on our bathroom breaks when patients need help’. ‘Seriously? What a bitch, she’s so stuck up! We’ve seen her get desperate like anyone, she needs a reality check’. Marie turns to look at me, a mischievous smile on her lips, as I frown playfully. ‘What?’. ‘John, that’s it! I think it’s time!’. It takes me a second to realise it but then I smile. ‘Seriously? Another holding contest!’. ‘She needs it! At worst, it will get her off our cases for a while. She was more subdued for months after our first’. ‘When will we have time though? You’re working solidly for the next month’. ‘You’re forgetting, nurse’s day out next week! The hospital insists we have some ‘bonding time’ at least once every 3-5 months, so, half-a-dozen of us get sent out a time for paid trips into the city for a full day. Sarah and I are on this one and if I mention you’re attending, I bet you she won’t use the bathroom all day, not unless you do first’. I look at Marie, disbelievingly. ‘You really think I’ll use the bathroom first?’. She smiled, pressing her back to me, grinding herself against my crotch, causing my cock to quickly stand-to-attention. ‘Nope’, she said naughtily, sliding my hands underneath her top. ‘Okay, I’ll do it’ I said, my mouth already having gone dry, as I massaged her boobs. She laughed, grinding her sexy bum deep against my cock, as I could feel myself sliding in-between her cheeks; with only thin layers of fabric keeping us apart. Marie purred excitedly. ‘I thought you might’. *SIX DAYS LATER* ‘Hey girls!’ called Marie, spotting the group of her colleagues, already waiting at the bus-stop. I recognised a couple of them: Jolene, black-hair, pale-skin; huge breasts. Amara, mixed-race, Indian, super-friendly, very long legs. The rest were mysteries to me, though the last one to arrive certainly wasn’t: Sarah Jones. She was dressed in a white-skirt, just below knee-height length. A tight red shirt covered her chest, though she was showing plenty of cleavage by leaving the top two undone. She had comfortable running trainers on, her hair was freshly straightened and I could tell immediately what was going on. I’d seen it in other girls before. She had gotten herself as comfortable as possible, in the lightest, most relaxed clothing she had, intending to hold longer than I could manage. I’d seen it before in a study-date I’d had with a girl back in highschool. She’d been prideful about me never needing the bathroom during our work sessions and wanted to prove she could do it too, so she wore a light black-dress and kept finding ways to bend over and flaunt herself to me, hoping it would cause me to get distracted. It had been amusing to watch Molly try this for 3-4 hours. She’d ended up wetting herself in a public library. ‘Hi Sarah! Good to see you again!’ I say, shaking her hand. ‘You too John’ she smiles, though I can see a competitive glare in her eyes, the same one Marie has. I smiled. For the next couple of hours, I joined the nurses as they walked around the shopping centre: Trying on clothes, looking at bags and makeup, a lot of things that sent me scrambling for my phone, in order to scroll Facebook; out of boredom. However, Sarah had my attention. Everytime she took a sip from a water flash she’d brought, I did the same from a similar size bottle I’d brought. Marie had insisted as much. ‘I don’t want her whining after that she held more than you. You’ve got to match her, drink-for-drink’. So I did. Every time Sarah’s red lipstick lips curled around her water bottle, every time her neck pulsed with the liquid pouring down her throat, I made sure I was there to match it. For a while, I wasn’t sure if she was noticing, though I spotted the odd glance towards me; here and there. Eventually however, two-hours in, when all the others were getting changed in some clothes store that I’d already forgotten to remember the name of, in contrast to all the others, Sarah approached me. ‘You know you won’t beat me this time Jonathan’ she whispered, before I watched as she downed an entire bottle of sparkling water; in less than ten seconds. I was impressed but kept my face cool, unreadable. Pulling out my own drink, it took me a few extra seconds but soon, mine was downed as well. ‘Let me know when you need to use the little girl’s room Sarah. I’ll make sure they stop at the bathroom for you’. I could see my mocking words had rattled her competitive side, though I just smiled sweetly and walked back over to Marie, who had just come out of the changing room. The next several minutes passed by uneventfully, until we all walked past a set of bathrooms on the third-floor. ‘Hey, can we stop for a second?’. The request came from one of the nurses in the group: Jade. Red haired, green-eyed, with boobs like basketballs, she was swaying uncomfortably on the spot. For the last several minutes, in-between trying on outfits, I had noticed her repeated leg crosses, tapping her heel impatiently. Now, it seemed she’d finally had enough waiting. ‘Really Jade?’ said Sarah disappointed. ‘We don’t want to have to stop every five minutes because of your bladder’. ‘Oh don’t be a hard-ass Sarah’ said Marie, annoyed; waving her hand at Jade. ‘Go on’. The others nodded, as Sarah rolled her eyes contemptuously. Jade power-walked into the shopping mall bathrooms, the sound of running water and toilets flushing making Sarah give the slightest of shuffles. I smirked, realising that I’d spotted the first sign of Sarah starting to need the toilet. The hours slowly ticked by and; one-by-one, each of the other members of their group started using the bathroom. Some tried to hold longer than others, wanting not to annoy Sarah, yet one-by-one, each had to relief themselves. Amy, Lara, Freya: Skirt, shorts, jeans. Each would begin rubbing their legs together, sneaking in a few discrete holds, then getting more obvious, before finally admitting their need and running off. Amara did well, clearly shy, though I caught her openly stuffing her hand down her panties in a lingerie store, trying to relieve the press. When she noticed me looking, she turned bright red and ran off to the nearest bathrooms before Sarah could even protest. Jolene went next, having shown a lack of signs, except for tightly crossed legs as we all had lunch, until she finally grumbled and went: ‘Right, I need to go before I piss my knickers!’. I laughed, though Sarah shook her head at the vulgarity. Despite this, I could see that the pressures were starting to take their toll on her too. While she was nowhere near holding herself yet, there was the odd bit of fidgeting and I could tell that she was beginning to feel the need on a registerable level. Sarah quickly noticed me looking at her and straightened up her body, acting as if she didn’t need to go. I smiled. ‘It won’t last’, I thought to myself. Within the hour, I was proved right. Things started getting worse for Sarah when Marie finally gave in. She’d been squirming about for an hour or so and had held much longer than our last contest, something I was very proud with her for. However, though she clearly hated admitting defeat to Sarah once more, she liked the idea of pissing herself in front of all her colleagues from work even less. She squirmed repeatedly on the spot in her black jeans for twenty-minutes, growing gradually more desperate as we all went through the various aisles of the store, until finally, she walked up to me with gritted teeth. ‘I can’t hold it anymore or I’m gonna have an accident. Don’t lose’. ‘You know I won’t’. Marie smiled at me, brushing her hand gently across the front of my trousers; as she smiled at me smugly. Meanwhile, I looked back towards Sarah, who was looking over some jackets in one of the aisles. Well, that’s what she made it look like from a distance. As I silently approached from the opposite end, I could see that the hidden spot actually gave her a perfect place to hide her growing desperation. Her legs were swaying from side to side, I could see a look of discomfort on her face and one hand was gently pressed on the front crotch of her trousers. Approaching, she saw me coming and immediately tried to take on a more relaxed position, though I could tell it wasn’t anywhere near as easy for her right now. ‘You know Sarah, maybe you should use the bathroom. We don’t want to have to clean up any accidents on the way back’. Sarah blushed bright red at me and smacked my arm. ‘You are not going to beat me this time Jonathan’ she whispered at me, in a hissing tone. As if to prove her point, she pulled out a water bottle and downed another half of it. Less than last time. I smiled and did the same. She scowled and walked off, as Marie returned to the store. Over the next few hour, as we moved into the afternoon, I felt my own need to go starting to grow. It had been there for a number of hours; though thanks to my control had little effect. However, now, it was starting to become a minor nuisance. The unfamiliar sensation of tightness around my waistband, with a slight urge to fidget, feeling almost alien to me. The last time I could remember feeling this was during my school exams years ago and that was more nerves, than holding too much. Now however, for the first time in years, I felt actually uncomfortable from my bladder. Marie noticed my uneasy expression. ‘You okay babe?’. ‘Yeah, just… getting a bit harder to hold it’ I admitted. Marie looked at me, shocked. ‘You’re not going to…’. ‘No, no, I can still hold on for a good few hours, no problem. Surprised I even need this really. Guess I’m just not used to holding against somebody. How’s Sarah doing?’. Marie smirked. ‘Well, if you’re starting to feel it, let’s just say that Sarah is already hitting some limits’. ‘Really?’. ‘Oh yeah! She probably has less than an another hour before she uses the bathroom or pees her skirt. I hope she misjudges herself. The others are starting to notice too and she hates showing weakness. This is going to be fun!’. I laughed. ‘You’re mean’. ‘I’m competitive’ she whispered into my ear, her voice like melted chocolate, as she quickly slipped her hand down the front of my trousers. I felt myself instantly harden and suppressed a gasp, looking around to make sure no one could see us. ‘You’re crazy’. She smiled devilishly. ‘You win this and I’ll do much more than that’. As Marie strode away from me, shaking her sexy bum at me as she went, I could see Sarah and the others come out of the changing rooms and what Marie said was clearly true. Sarah’s walking was tense, slow and every time they stopped to look at something, her legs would clamp tightly together, occasionally crossing. I could see a worried look on her face, as she was clearly getting close to a limit. She’d drunk nearly eight bottles of water today and to make it worse, I caught her eye, then drank my own, showing no signs of any real need to go. While I could now feel an uncomfortable tinge, Marie’s reassurance of Sarah’s condition had emboldened me and I could clearly see that I would win this competition. Sarah; unwilling to admit that yet, drank from her bottle to match me but it was clear that every drop of water rushing into her bladder was an extra bit of pressure. Pressure that, bit-by-bit, she could no longer handle without clear signs of being bursting for the toilet. As the afternoon lighted turned into an evening twilight, we made our way through the city, towards a nearby bus-stop. Sarah; normally leading the group, had fallen near to the back, unable to walk at the same speed without tearing into her weakening bladder muscles. At one point, Marie turned around and let out a light gasp, which only I heard. Quickly turning, we saw Sarah bent over, pressing both her hands deep into her skirt, her legs crossed and clamped tightly; sweat pouring down her face. She was clearly absolutely bursting and I was beginning to wonder if she could even make it back to her house, let alone win. Despite her attitude, I felt bad for her. I’d seen plenty of accidents in others before and they always had a negative impact on someone’s social status, usually for months; sometimes worse. ‘Sarah, do you want to stop?’ I asked sincerely. ‘If you hold on any longer, you’re going to wet yourself on the bus. You’ve done well, okay! Let’s stop’. Sarah turned the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen, realising Marie and I had seen her desperation and immediately straightened up, to my shock. The pressure on her bladder had to be enormous, I’d never seen a woman hold so much for so long before. ‘I’m perfectly capable of making it home without disgracing myself like a ten-year-old schoolgirl’ said Sarah contemptuously, somehow walking quickly to catch up with the group. ‘Come on!’. Well, she had at least admitted that her goal now was to make it home, not beat me. Even so, I wasn’t sure she could. The moment she sat down on the bus, she chose a seat by herself; tucked in the corner, where the rest of the group couldn’t see her hold herself. Marie and I could however and practically needed to hold our mouths close to avoid gaping at her. Sarah had both her hands shoved up her skirt, clearly holding herself inside her panties and every-time she wriggled on the seat, her skirt flashed up towards us. She was wearing yellow nylon panties with red hearts on them, with made me feel surprisingly turned on. The other nurses were gossiping for a while, however Jolene first noticed Sarah’s obvious distress among them and, being empathetic, went to ask if she was okay. By this point, Sarah was clearly on the verge of a full-blown accident, however she practically growled at her colleague’s request to see if they could stop the bus and find her a bathroom somewhere. Together, we all stared, waiting to see how long she could make it. The minutes ticked by and Sarah’s fidgeting grew worse and worse, she was practically vibrating on her seat now and the others were constantly talking about it, wondering why Sarah had waited so long. We knew of course but weren’t going to say anything. As I watched her, I felt an uncomfortable pang in my own bladder and crossed my legs. Sarah noticed and stared hopefully but I uncrossed them a few moments later, shrugging towards her dismissively. After that, she didn’t look at us again. Each bus-stop, bump on the road and aggressive turn, Marie and I expected to see a pool of urine flow off her seat. But it didn’t happen. Even as her desperation went visibly beyond the levels I’d seen Marie wet herself at on long car journeys home after her shifts, Sarah continued to hold. I was in awe. I’d never seen anything like it and I was almost rooting for her. Not to win; that was impossible now. But I wanted to see if she could make it. The others gradually filtered off at their stops, with every mile bringing us closer to Sarah’s house, inch-by-inch, as she sat there, squirming on her seat desperately like a little girl. Soon, I saw a distressed look on her face, as if she had just lost control but then, the bus stopped. ‘Fruitdale Street Bus Stop!’. Sarah looked up and practically ran off the bus, shocking Marie and I, as she frantically legged it towards her house, about half-a-minute or so down the street. She was clearly in major discomfort but as the bus rounded the corner, Marie and I saw her enter her house. She had made it. ‘I don’t believe it!’ said Marie, shocked. ‘She looked ready to flood half the bus!’. ‘I guess neither of us won then. Sorry sweetheart’. Marie smiled at me. ‘Oh, it may have been a technical draw but trust me, she won’t see it that way’ said Marie happily, hugging me tight. ‘Besides, you saw how she ran off there! I doubt she made it home with her panties entirely dry’. I smiled at that, as Marie gave me the dirtiest look I’d ever seen. ‘To be honest, neither have I’. I frowned in confusion. ‘What? I didn’t realise you needed to g-OHHHH’. Marie gently bit my neck and slid her hand down into my trousers, looking ready to jump my bones right here in the bus. ‘God, please let there be a round three to this’. *13 MONTHS LATER* ‘I challenge you to a holding contest’. Wait, did I just hear that right? ‘Excuse me?’. ‘You heard me Jonathan!’. Oh this can’t be happening. This is just too perfect. It has been over a year since the last holding contest and ever since, I’ve been trying to get Marie to organise another one. I won’t share all the details of what she did to me after we got home; as well as on the bus, however it involved rope, new lingerie and three orgasms for me in one hour. Unfortunately, it seemed like Sarah wasn’t interested. Her near brush with a public accident seem to have subdued her. Marie and the other nurses had mentioned how much nicer she’d been since. She also got the head-nurse job, so I figured she just wasn’t interested in doing that kind of stuff anymore. Too busy. I was disappointed. Yet now, here Sarah was, challenging me in front of everyone. I figured she must have been planning and training her bladder muscles for a long time, lulling me into a false sense of security. Yet now, she was striking at the perfect time. More than a dozen nurses from Marie’s hospital were being invited to some medical conference, however in reality, it was an excuse for a long two-week vacation; paid by the hospital themselves. I’d been invited along as well, with Marie wondering why, as it was meant to be nurses-only; no couples allowed. Obviously, Sarah had pulled some strings to get me here. The other nurses were looking at her in confusion, not believing their boss wanted to do something so childish. Marie was just looking back and forth at both of us, wondering what I’d do. Well, the last two times I’d won, Marie and I had the best sex of our relationship. I wasn’t going to turn that down. If Sarah wanted a competition, she’d get one. ‘I accept… on one condition.’ Sarah smiled. ‘Name it’. ‘If I win, you have to answer one question, truthfully, in front of everyone’. Marie looked at me, confused, though I quickly winked at her. ‘Deal. If I win, you can’t use any bathroom for the rest of the trip, without my permission’. Sarah was clearly confident and I could see what she wanted. If I lost, she wanted to make sure it was utterly humiliating for me. No doubt, I’d not be allowed to use any bathrooms, period, for the rest of the trip. I’d be made to suffer repeated accidents, until I either went home or Marie dumped me from sheer embarrassment. It was a clever revenge… if she could make it happen. ‘Deal!’. The rest of the nurses with us began discussing the turn of events amongst themselves. Some thought it was childish, others were intrigued to see which of us would win. Marie was giving me one of her hungry lustful looks again and I knew I’d made the right choice. We’d all chipped in to hire a bus, so while we waited for it to arrive, Sarah and I both used the bathrooms at Marie and I’s house, so there could be no accusations of cheating. As she walked out of the bathroom, I whispered to her: ‘I’ll try to be nice to you when you wet yourself’. ‘I won’t be to you when you do’. She smirked at me as she walked out the door. Her body was wrapped tightly in a dark-blue pair of jeans, wearing black-trainers and a tight red blouse; showing off her cleavage. She was extremely confident she could beat me this time, not nervous and trying to gain advantages, like before. I smiled. This was going to be fun. The bus ride was going to be a long nine hours, with five scheduled rest-stops; none of which Sarah and I would be using as intended. Everyone took their seats, Marie sitting by the window, while I was next to her on the aisle seat. Jolene and Sarah were together, with the latter whispering to her: ‘How… beat him… guys can just hold longer… he didn’t need… last year. You were bursting… end… what’s different?’. I heard fragments of what Jolene said with growing interest, while Sarah just smiled and replied: ‘I’ve been practicing’. As per our rules for the last holding contests, I would match her, drink-for-drink and vice versa. I saw her open up a large can of fizzy cola and asked Marie for a matching one of Sprite. We both guzzled them down quickly and glanced towards each other, watching the other. Sarah was smirking at me confidently. She must have felt her preparation would give her an edge. I almost felt bad in not telling her that I’d been strengthening my muscles over the past year as well. Just in case. As the hours ticked past, we each drank roughly 1-2 drinks per hour: Usually fizzy or sparkling water. After a short time, people lost interest in not watching us do anything and the rest-stops gradually began to tick past. However, at the third-one, I had noticed Sarah glancing at me several times in the last hour, waiting for me to show a sign. She hadn’t yet shown any visible signs of desperation, so I exited the bus with the others, shocking Marie and Sarah, though they quickly realised why. Instead of going into the bathroom with the others, I quickly dived into nearby grocery store and bought two 1.5 litre bottles of lemonade. As I approached the bus, I downed mine, throwing the empty bottle into a nearby bin before I’d even re-boarded. I then handed Sarah hers, smiling sweetly. ‘Enjoy’. Marie couldn’t help but snort with laughter, as Sarah looked at the large bottle, warily. ‘If you don’t think you can manage it, you’re welcome to concede’. I knew she wouldn’t of course and the accusation hit right at her pride, so she unscrewed the lid and began to drink. Slower than I did; over several minutes, though I didn’t complain. Depositing the empty bottle in the bus waste bins, she settled in with a book and began ignoring me, as I smirked confidently at Marie. ‘You sure that was a good idea?’ asked Marie. ‘That was a lot! Even for you!’. ‘Exactly’ I said. ‘So imagine how much it will affect her’. To Sarah’s credit however, the hours began to pass and I saw no signs of the desperation I’d expected. Instead, I saw her tummy gradually bulge underneath her shirt, filling up to the level it had been towards the end of her last contest. There, she had barely made it home without wetting herself; or so she claimed. This time however, we’d both already drunk as much and she was showing almost nothing. I’d noticed her readjust her seating position once or twice, but otherwise, nothing; hell, even that could have just been me seeing what I wanted to see from it. However, as we passed the seventh hour, things began to change. As the bus was heading up a tight hill lane, the bus swerved, narrowly avoiding hitting a deer; crossing the road at the worst time. Several women screamed and Marie grabbed my arm for comfort, causing me to look up, startled. As I looked around, I saw Sarah gasp, as a second deer shot out, once again narrowly avoiding death. Distracted from me, she crossed her legs tightly and let out a short moan, as I realised what was going on. Sarah had undeniably gotten better at holding. Far better. But she was still feeling the pressure and that momentary lapse in her concentration had proved it. She had probably started feeling it hours ago, yet whatever practices she’d done, they were very effective in hiding her need. Sarah was impressing me more with each contest. The first time, she’d been an above-average holder, in a career-field where that was already a necessary requirement. Yet now, she was a true master at controlling her bladder needs. Even so, I could now see that her control wasn’t as iron as she was making it out to be. The first cracks were starting to show. However, as I thought on this, I could feel my own need begin to make itself known: A gentle but noticeable urge, giving me the slightest discomfort to what had otherwise been a largely relaxed coach journey. Regardless, I was determined not to show any signs and I could easily do so for a good time longer. The next two hours passed relatively uneventfully, though for both Sarah and I, our needs become gradually worse. I felt the pressure in my bladder increase to a level where I had to loosen my trousers and was occasionally fidgeting uncomfortably. Sarah, noticing this, had beamed with delight when it first started, though her own need was soon distracting her from revelling in this small victory, as I saw her legs begin to cross and uncross. Not often but enough to show her bladder was filling, her ability to hide it, slowly failing. However, before either of us had much time to think about this, our bus arrived at the log-cabin we’d all be staying at. It was a huge place, with more than two-dozen rooms and everyone was thrilled for the journey to finally be over. ‘Ah, cramp, cramp, cramp’ moaned Marie, stretching in the cool-evening air, her bones clicking several times. ‘You’re telling me’ I say, stretching out my arms to try and get some feeling back in my shoulders. ‘Cramps Johnathan?’ asked Sarah happily, as she walked past confidently. ‘Hope the pressure’s not getting to you already?’. ‘Only from sitting still too long. You’ll be fine though, all the fidgeting you’ve been doing must have been good exercise’. ‘Dream on Jonathan. See you in the morning’. Everyone slowly departed into their rooms, with Marie and I quickly changing and falling into bed in our pyjamas. As we lay next to each other, her body resting over my chest, I shifted uncomfortably. ‘You okay?’. ‘Yeah, you’re just… pressing on my bladder’. ‘Oh, sorry’. I feel Marie’s hand run gently over my stomach, her cool fingers a respite to the warm bulge that is now protruding from my stomach. ‘God, I’ve never seen you hold so much before’ said Marie, sounding impressed. ‘Are you going to be okay to sleep?’. ‘I’ll get used to it’ I said reassuringly. ‘I fell asleep once with a full bladder after my mate Steven’s stag party. Just need to get comfortable’. Marie gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned out the lights, as I adjusted to find a comfortable rest space. ‘Johnathan?’. ‘Yeah?’. ‘Make sure she loses tomorrow’. I laugh and kiss her on the head. ‘You got it’. *EIGHT HOURS LATER* The next morning, I woke up, with Marie already in the shower. Groggily, I sat up and clutched at my stomach, now bulging larger than I’d ever seen it. Despite this, my need to go felt relatively controllable, next to how much I knew was there. I tried to think to a time I’d drank this much and held this long before, yet none was in my head. I smiled. Sarah’s little game was definitely pushing me to new heights. ‘Hey sleepyhead’ said Marie, stepping out the shower. ‘How you feeling?’. ‘Groggy. You should have woken me; I’d have joined you!’. ‘Running water is the last thing you need right now! Come on, let’s go join the others for breakfast. I can’t imagine Sarah’s doing too good at the moment’. That was putting it mildly. As we walked in, I could see Sarah constantly fidgeting at one end of the breakfast table, sitting in what should have been a comfortable summer dress. She had a small portion of toast and dried crackers, clearly hoping they’d make her feel less desperate; absorbing some of the immense pressure she was holding. Marie gasped when she noticed it too. Sarah’s belly was now bulged out so significantly, it looked like she was in the early stages of pregnancy and the others were starting to pay real attention to our contest. ‘Hey Johnathan!’ said Amara. ‘How you feeling?’. ‘Feeling good’ I replied, before reaching out to pour a glass of orange juice. Though she tried to hide it, Sarah visibly winced as I drank it, realising that now, she would have to do the same. I sat down at my chair, dressed in a white sports-shirt and black shorts with a comfortable elastic waistband. Though I was occasionally fidgeting, the clear lack of stress in my face and body was noticed by the other nurses, in contrast to Sarah’s growing desperation. ‘Hey boss! Looks like Jonathan’s doing a lot better than you. Sure you can beat him?’ asked Jade, pouring a drink of tea for herself almost cartoonishly slowly. ‘Of course I will!’. Sarah’s tone was aggressive but full of uncertainty and she had good reason to be. By now, everyone could see how badly she was wriggling in her chair, her mind largely distracted by thoughts of the toilet… or failing to make it. Meanwhile, I was sitting there, hardly a step above casually desperate. It was getting to her and I felt my confidence grow that I was going to be the clear winner for the third time. Finishing breakfast, we all made our way outside, taking up positions in loungers and on picnic baskets to bathe in the morning sun. Almost everyone was relaxed, even me, despite the occasional pang of desperation. Sarah meanwhile was starting to really suffer and over the next two hours, it only got worse. When I ordered a lemonade to sip on my lounger, snuggling with Marie, I could hear Sarah whisper: ‘Fuck’ in frustration, as I gazed over to her; my mouth nearly agape at what I saw. Her bladder had swollen to a nearly balloon like-level and her desperation was now clearly visible, without restraint. Minute to minute, she was badly squirming on her lounger, unable to lie or sit still for any length of time without holding herself for minutes at a time. Everytime her body looked set to calm down or get back in control, it would only last a few minutes before she would either begin wriggling desperately again or I would buy us both another drink, looking to speed up the process. ‘She isn’t going to make it’ said Marie happily, watching Sarah’s pained expression, as she slid her hands inside her panties; desperately trying to hold on for longer. I smiled. ‘She never was’ I said cockily, thinking Marie might roll her eyes at my arrogance. Instead, she practically purred at me and rubbed her hand over my chest; clearly turned on. I laughed. Whatever I got for winning this was going to be absolutely amazing and I was going to win this. Everyone but Sarah could see it, who was badly in denial. I saw Jolene walk up to her as we passed the twenty-five-hour mark, both of us having held our bladders for more than a day. ‘Boss, you can’t beat him. You’re on the verge of an accident and he’s nowhere close. Just give it up, better you answer one question than wet yourself in front of us’. ‘No!’ hissed Sarah, aggressively enough that Jolene stepped back in shock. ‘I won’t give in… he’s… just hiding it… he’s got to be close’. In truth, I was trying to restrict my desperation to wind her up but not by much. It was certainly the most desperate I’d ever been. I was regularly wriggling now, shifting uncomfortably every few minutes in a way I wasn’t used to, so much so that Marie had even abandoned snuggling me and got her own lounger. Despite that, I knew I was still in control. If I had to hold on another three-hours, it wouldn’t be pleasant but I’d manage. I wasn’t sure if Sarah could last another thirty minutes. I got my answer when; just over ten minutes later, she lurched forwards out of her lounger, standing up and clamping her legs together tightly, practically bending together at the knees. Everyone turned to see Sarah now dancing desperately on the spot, holding herself with both hands like a little girl, as I rose from my lounger as well. Sarah looked towards me with desperate hope; quite literally, however everyone could see that our levels of desperation were not comparable. Despite being uncomfortable, I was only wriggling my legs together slightly, swaying slightly. If I focussed, I could still stand still for a while. Sarah meanwhile was practically vibrating in her summer dress. I’d seen it before. Girls I’d been on dates with; before I learned basic social manners, always got into a borderline-insane level of desperation at the end. They’d stand if sitting, hold openly and begin dancing on the spot, as if trying to draw attention to themselves; despite wanting none. Once that happened, unless they found a nearby toilet quickly, it was only a matter of time until they lost control. I’d seen it all through my teenage years and it was about to happen to Sarah now. ‘You’re doing well Sarah!’ I said teasingly. ‘Let me make this easier. I’ll have a drink!’. Sarah’s eyes widened in horror, as she realised what that meant. Fizzy cola quickly poured down my throat, before I handed Marie the empty-glass, who I could see was staring and trembling with lust. ‘Oh wait… that means… you’ve got to have one now!’. Amara reached out to hand Sarah a glass, who stared at it for several seconds; as if it were a vial of poison. Reaching one hand from in-between her legs, she took the glass; her fingers trembling and raised the drink to her throat. About halfway through the glass, she stopped and I could see her legs were now wrapped together like conjoined snakes; as her entire body shook violently. ‘You have to finish it boss’ said Marie smugly. Sarah shook her head and looked up, tears in her eyes. ‘I can’t’. A second later, the glass fell out of her trembling hands, the sudden noise startling Sarah into jumping back in fright. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Everyone gasped as a sudden burst of urine raced out from underneath Sarah’s dress, soaking her right leg and running over her black-trainers. Sarah had turned fire-hydrant red and tried to race back inside the cabin but froze after several steps. ‘No, no, no, no, FUCK! I can’t hold it anymore!’. Her voice was broken and so was her bladder control. Within seconds, I watched in awe as wave after wave of pee burst through her light-blue floral knickers; now showing up through her wet summer-dress. Pee was running down her legs like a burst fountain, spraying out in a dozen streams, soaking every part of her body below the knees. Sarah’s whole body shook with relief, as she began to sob, a puddle forming around her that was already large enough to get people moving back in disgust, yet it was still going! Unnoticed by everyone else, I heard Marie gasp and saw her eyes widen, her body shaking once with a violent shudder, then again; then a third-time. She looked up to me with a guilt, glazed over expression and I realised Marie had just had a powerful orgasm. Jesus, what was my girlfriend into? Still, I had to admit, it was an insane sight. More than three minutes since losing control, Sarah was still peeing intensely; her twisted legs giving way and collapsing her into the mini-pond now growing around her on the tiled patio. The wetness was all over her clothes, her dress was dripping with pee, her shoes ruined and I could hardly imagine a more public, humiliating spectacle than what Sarah was experiencing right now. It was beyond description. Sarah wasn’t wetting herself. She was utterly soaking, no, flooding herself, her clothes and everything around her. Urine and pride, mixed together, flowing through Sarah as she sobbed in defeat. Eventually, Sarah’s long wetting began to slow. The lake-size puddle around her stopped expanding and her streams of pee turned into spurts, then drips; then silence. A few of the nurses approached, helping to stand her out of the puddle but most were laughing or watching in shock, with little sympathy to the woman who’d once mocked their bathroom breaks, now having totally lost control in front of them. Sarah looked up at me, her face stained with tears, her body covered in pee. ‘Y-you win Johnathan’ she said, barely holding back breaking into another sob. Sarah began moving towards the log cabin but I blocked her path. ‘One more thing Sarah. My question’. Her eyes widened. ‘Please John… please don’t make me’. I looked towards Marie’s thrilled expression and smiled. ‘Sorry Sarah, rules are rules. My question… did you make it home last time, without wetting yourself?’. Sarah tried to move around me, as the other nurses looked confused but couldn’t. ‘John please!’ she begged. ‘Did you?’ I asked again. ‘John please!’ she screamed. ‘Did you make it to the bathroom?’. ‘No!’ she shouted, silencing everyone. ‘Alright, I fucking didn’t! I started wetting myself in my lounge! I lost control right in front of my bathroom door and peed right in front of my fucking toilet! Okay! You made me wet myself twice! Now fuck off!’. Just as I thought. I knew I’d seen a small wet spot on the bus seat after Sarah had left. This hadn’t just been about winning. It had been revenge. And Sarah had lost. She pushed me to the side and ran inside; sobbing, as some of the others chased after her. A few looked at me disapprovingly, though none said anything, as Marie took my hand and led me inside. Walking silently towards our room, the moment the door was closed behind us, Marie slammed me against the wall and yanked down my shorts, sliding my already hard cock into her right hand, as she began jerking it rapidly. ‘That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!’ moaned Marie, as I felt underneath her skirt. Her panties were sodden to the touch. ‘Baby… do you have a kink?’. Marie blushed at me, smiling. I laughed. ‘You naughty minx! You didn’t just organise this all for revenge did you?’. Marie slid down to her knees, slipping off her dress in one foul swoop. The last thing I remember her saying, before my cock slid inside her mouth and I lost all ability to think rationally. ‘Nope… but we can talk about that later. Right now… I’m going to give you the fucking of your life’. Ah. Life is good. THE END
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  23. Hello everyone Usually when I wet myself, I plan 9n doing it and drink lots of water beforehand. I like to dilute my pee and get really desperate afterwards. It can be seen as some form of preparation at home, a preparation before wetting outside in a public park or on a sidewalk. The only time I wet myself in a public space so far was that evening last January when I decided to re-wet myself at home to the point where no dry spot was left on my jeans. That in itself feels so good every time I do it and the process is pure bliss for me. For the first time ever, I then decided to put on sneakers and a short jacket to walk around the neighbourhood. I felt that if my jeans are totally soaked, no one would notice that I peed myself. I walked around the blocks until I felt considerable pressure in my bladder again. It was very cold, there even appeared tiny ice crystals on my jeans. I noticed that I was steaming a bit when I sat down before peeing myself on a bench on a small square. When peed what my bladder let go of in the cold, the steam got very noticeable. I felt so naughty when I saw some people on balconies next to the square. After a short wile steaming, I headed back home to warm up completely inside. Coming inside felt like a relief of course. I made sure my bladder got full again only to go back outside. The cold hit me immediately and it was hard to hold while walking to a different square. Although I live in a residential area with very small blocks where people appear and disappear quickly even when it is dark, I decided to take the risk and rewet myself while walking. While wetting, I noticed I needed to stop walking in order to be able to empty myself completely. This time my sneakers got very soggy. I even left traces on the dry ground when walking away. I wonder if anyone noticed and what he or she might have thought to themselves. When I reached my destination I sat down on a wall and let my legs hang in the air. I felt incredible for getting out of my comfort zone. It was bliss. Soon I was shaking again from the cold and the steam disappeared and turned my jeans back to becoming icy. As I had no pee left to quickly warm my legs up, I decided to head home when I was sure my shoes stopped leaving traces. 20201127_222345_1.mp4
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  24. I doooooo fuckigh I just finished cookign but I had to come check the site before I went lol im gnona go now but I hoenstly dont know if I will make it fukc I cant have an accident here it's my parents' house but i legit feel like I'm about to bursttttt I'm gonna make a full post soon fukcsdgh
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  25. Lol, glad you enjoy them. Right now my focus is on Hololive, and I've got about 6 generations (8-9 if you include ID and the potential next EN gen) to go through, but a lot of people have expressed interest in VShojo. So in the kind of distant future, you may see stuff for Nyan, Mousey, Mel, Froot, Hime, Zen, Silver (and Vei now too). But it will be while. I think next gen I'm doing it Hololive Gen "0" (Sora, Miko, Roboco, Suisei and AZKi), so hopefully you'll be excited for that.
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  26. Hold the little finger in your right hand as tightly as you can. It's a psychological thing which will make you holt it longer. I know it sounds illogical but believe me it works.
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  27. First, you must be a friend. The video can be downloaded only PC with IDM..
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  28. It was always dangerous, especially for women, but back in the days not so many young people had cars as today and public transport was not that great on weekends and in the evening either, so the reality was, many young people were hitchhiking on a daily basis, especially girls, because they got a ride petty quickly.
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  29. Ripped. Requested_ ebony piss in jean shorts.mp4
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  30. I encountered and somewhat described the problem in this comment: (Request) Looking for hyper watersports stories. - Page 2 - Omorashi & peeing fiction - OmoOrg Basically, using the "search for this tag" button on a tag's page does not work correctly if the tag is made up of more than one word: It uses plus signs instead of spaces in the tag search. I.E. For the tag "hyper wetting," what got searched for was "hyper+wetting," which is not a tag.
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  31. Thank you so much! You are really encouraging, I hope I will be able to make up my mind because it’s something I would like to share with everyone here. I think it could be entertaining to share my contents and enjoy what everybody else share! Maybe I’ll begin to share pics, I suppose they are safer than videos, and when I’ll be more confident I’ll try to push forward!
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  32. Yes, please let us know if anything more happens.
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  33. I updated my blog with a preview of my omorashi novel An Aura of Desperation which I hope everyone will buy and give it a good review! https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/5754.html
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  34. From the album: Girls und panzer album

    Very slowly, but the line is moving. Roseheep's bladder can't stretch anymore. And slowly she loses control of it. And she hasn't even reached the first stall yet. There is already a trail of small droplets behind her. I decided to make a hastily drawn something
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  35. Ethnic Bladders

    As suggested by @Yellow Star I moved my focus in a more let's say "pacific" direction. Enjoy 🙂
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  36. Ripped. Pees pants on friends shoulders - ThisVid.com.mp4
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  37. Chapter II - An Injustice She was one hour away. One hour away from being able to go to the pub on a Friday again. One hour away from being able to have a full night's sleep without worrying if her bladder was going to explode. One hour away from being able to have an active sex life once more. Believe it or not, your desire to get fucked goes away when you spent most of your life inflated to the brim with piss. The only sexual pleasure Kayla-098 gets nowadays is the post-urination wank, which to be fair, is usually intense and amazing. Rob-142 dumped her about three days after she was sentenced, the final straw being when she accidentally wet their bed at 3am. Kayla-098 could barely uphold a friendship, let alone a relationship. You may be wondering why Kayla-098 can't just continue peeing as normal, if her punishment never gets increased anyway. People who are serving a sentence have very limited rights. She gets just one token a day for a some bread and water, cannot progress to a nicer line of work, and has to live in the bare minimum level of accommodation, which consists of a single bed, a toilet, a sink and a shower. No TV, no storage space, no books. Quite simply, no quality of life whatsoever. Kayla-098 was sat on the bus bursting for the loo, just as she was on the fateful day when her sentence was issued. The Takeover had promise to abolish prisons, but the alternative was so much worse. She'd sooner have done five years at an old fashioned maximum security prison than two years of the sad sentence she'd had imposed instead. This punishment was inhumane, and certainly didn't fit the crime. Before The Takeover, all of her university friends had been guilty of doing a wee in public. One of her friends had even been caught by a police officer, who then pretended he didn't see it. She often wondered what they were up to - online communication for non-work purposes was also prohibited while she served her sentence. Who knows, maybe they all got done for pissing in public too. Tina-073's bladder was tiny, so very possible. She longed to speak to someone outside that drab warehouse. There was nothing in the rules against talking to someone on the bus technically, but her bladder was usually so full by then, that she could only focus on holding it. The minutes passed by like hours, as Kayla-098 felt the familiar feeling of being absolutely at her limit. Most people on the bus knew her predicament, and either didn't care, or actively avoided her, not wanting to get drenched by the pee desperate to escape her body. She'd made a tally of the number of different ways she'd broken her sentence. She'd wet herself on the bus 73 times, wet the bed 93 times, been caught using the toilet on a third separate occasion 24 times, wet herself at work 9 times, and wet herself between the bus and her house 5 times. Of course, she was only entitled to one free wash a week too as well, and was only allowed one set of overalls, so more often than not, she went in to work stinking of piss. She was broken from her trance by an elderly man trying to get her attention. "Excuse me, you're obviously pretty desperate for the toilet, do you want my last token?" the white haired man kindly offered. He must have noticed her whispering to herself with her legs tightly crossed, which seemed to be her default position. Kayla-098 was taken aback: kindness isn't really something you see that much these days. "Oh... thank you so much... but I'm only allowed to relieve myself twice every 24 hours, and I already went yesterday evening and this morning." The man looked puzzled. "Public urination charge... but I only have to hold for..." she checked her watch "48 more minutes, and then I'm finally free." The man nodded, "Good luck to you, you can do it!" Kayla-098 really didn't know if she could. The last few speed bumps definitely caused a bit of leakage, and she knew that the full blown tsunami was normally not far behind that stage. A blonde haired woman walked towards Kayla-098, smirking, and crossing her legs in faux desperation. It was Xena-323, her colleague from the warehouse, and all-round bitch. She knew about Kayla-098's sentence, and would often try and make her wet herself, whether that be by pouring water loudly near her in the office, or one time, she even put a diuretic in her drink. "Oh my God, I am absolutely bursting for a wee, so glad I'm allowed to go whenever I want," she winked at Kayla-098 as she entered the bathroom, which was unfortunately within earshot. Kayla-098 winced and held everything as she heard Xena-323 empty her bladder, with a comically loud hiss, and an equally noisy moan of relief. She must have genuinely been desperate, as the piss went on for about a minute, although it felt like days for Kayla-098. After washing her hands for another minute, Xena-323 exited the bathroom sighing, "Thank fuck for that. Was seconds away from pissing myself then. Don't want to smell like Kayla do I?" Kayla-098 was far too close to freedom to give her the reaction she was looking for. She just had to hold it another 45 minutes. As the bus finally pulled into her stop, Kayla-098 was at bursting point. So desperate, she couldn't even speak. As she stood up, she felt as though a bowling ball had been dropped on her abdomen, and it took every bit of willpower to hold it. She had twenty minutes left, and then she'd be free of this stupid sentence. It's funny, after having to hold her pee up to the point of bladder explosion every day, she had built up a certain level of holding power. She reckoned that if the events of the three-pint night happened again, she'd have been able to make it home, and hold it for an extra five hours before she simply couldn't put it off any longer. At the time of the offence, she considered herself at an absolute ten, can't hold it for a second longer on the desperation scale. Now, she'd consider that feeling as a four at most. But she was certainly at a ten at the moment. She could barely move, so full was her bladder. She thought of the fuckers who did this to her. She longed to get her revenge on them. And as soon as the sentence was over, she would. She wanted to torture every last one of The Leaders, in the same way they tortured her for Two Years, Three Months and Twenty Six Days. She wanted to watch them writhe in agony as their bladder's twinged for the 400th time that day. She wanted them to have to spent their life alternating between extreme thirst and extreme desperation. But more than all of that, she want to release the explosion mounting inside of her. Her resolve was slipping slowly. Every thirty seconds or so, a little more pee leaked. The Leaders never seemed to fuss over a bit of leakage, it was when those leaks became a steady stream that this became a problem for them. After the slowest walk home ever, she finally had the key in the door. You know how when you come home from work bursting for the toilet, it's always ten times worse when you're at your front door... well imagine how Kayla-098 felt, having already surpassed any experience of desperation anyone else has felt. A three second trickle leaked out, and Kayla-098 collapsed to the ground, clenching everything once more. She needed to get inside the house. Making it through the next five minutes would be irrelevant if she then wets herself on the doorstep; she wasn't sure if this would still count as public urination, but she didn't want to chance it. She knew she'd wet herself if she stood up, so she reached up to turn the key, and managed to turn the handle. She crawled inside the house, pushing the door shut behind her. She was in private now, she only had to hold it another four minutes. 6:59pm. She was onto the last minute. Without fail, this was always the most painful minute of the day. The spurts were now every ten seconds or so, and her panties were soaked with hot pee. She'd tried to take her overalls off so she at least wouldn't have to soak them with pee again, but bending was just too painful. She simply couldn't move from her position, lying on her side, hands digging into her vagina, physically holding her piss in. If she let go of her pussy for even a second, it would be game over. Thirty seconds to go. She was going to make it, she thought, as another long spurt of wee escaped her body. No, mustn't get complacent. No point wetting myself twenty seconds before freedom. Just hold through the next few seconds. The pain was so intense, Kayla-098 wanted to scream, she felt as though she was going to pass out. Her body was truly at its limit, as her bladder made her appear as though she was pregnant with triplets. Five seconds to go, and Kayla-098's bladder could hold no more. Urine cascaded from her urethra, absolutely drenching her blue overalls. She burst into tears of joy, as her suffering was over. Her life could begin once more. Her bladder slowly deflated, as she lay there in tears, covered in her own wee. After about two minutes, she was empty. Standing up, she removed her drenched overalls, and stripped down until she was completely naked. As she moved her fingers towards her pussy in what had become her daily ritual, her watch notified her of an incoming email. Finally, confirmation my sentence is over! Kayla-098 thought to herself. Opening up the message, she became numb with shock. She didn't know how to react, whether to scream, cry or jump in front of a bus. Dear Kayla-098 It has been brought to our attention that you relieved your bladder at 18:59 today. As you had previously relieved yourself at 7:01 and 19:00 the previous day, I regret to inform you that you have urinated three times within twenty four hours, thus violating your sentence. Your sentence will therefore be restarted for the following seven days, effective from 19:05 today. Kind regards, The Department of Justice Kayla-098 burst into hysterical tears, as her freedom was cruelly snatched away from her, no doubt because she started peeing five seconds early. The evening would be long and painful, but Kayla-098 knew one thing: The Leaders had to pay.
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  38. I bet I'm not the only person on this website who is actually rather envious of your situation 😉 This! 😄 Now I only wonder, what do you go when you need to go number two? Do you mess yourself as well or do you deal with poop in other ways? 🤔
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  39. Her bladder is about to burst.
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  40. I'm really happy that you're this open with your fetish and that it worked out so well for you. I even agree to very much you say! However, there is always risk involved with being open about sexual themes. I assume you're a straight guy telling this who never needs to think about any kind of repercussions it could have to be open about sexuality and stuff. It's different for homosexual people like me, or any LGBTIQ* people in general. There are still many places out in the world where being open and confident about yourself pretty much means that you're going to get killed. I really agree with your general point, don't get me wrong. I'm not shy about my fetish when it comes to the dating scene, and I am very VERY lucky to live in a country where there are at least no legal consequences to fear for being anything other than heterosexual, though I find it a bit inconsiderate to suggest to everyone to just stop caring. When me and my ex boyfriend walked out on the streets one day holding hands, a group of kids saw us and one boy started laughing his ass off and shouting "Look, they're gay!" Not that I care, obviously, it's just a hurtful reminder that there is still not the level of acceptance needed and deserved for differing sexualities and, in consequence, sexual practices, kinks, fetishes et cetera in everyone's mind. So, wearing "I'm a gay dude who likes it if other dudes piss themselves, and what's your name?" like armor in, say, Iran, or even in my own home country of Germany some eighty years ago during the Nazi dictatorship, it would end up in someone poisoning me. No armor in the world would protect me then.
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  41. So cute and adorable. I love her little quiet squeaks and babyish idiosyncrasies.
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  42. https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2199904/Oops-I-Wet-My-Jeans/ https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2314443/Wetting-my-Dirty-Panties/
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  43. This story and the next couple will be involving HololiveEN. First, we have AmeSame pranking each other after Gura wets the bed. I think this is my longest story so far, you I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. “It’s NOT funny, Ame!” “Hehehe, I don’t knooooww. I think it’s pretty funny.” Amelia cackled to herself, trying not to completely burst out laughing at the sight in front of her. Gura, on the other hand, wasn’t amused in the slightest. Rather, she was embarrassed by the same predicament her girlfriend couldn’t get enough of. The small girl was standing next to her bed, in her pajamas, clutching a plush doll tight in her arms. Normally, the sight would’ve been one of the cutest sights a person could possibly witness, but there was one major issue: Gura’s crotch was wet, and not in a sexual way. Her pajama pants were thoroughly soaked with her own urine, and her bed wasn’t spared from the same fate, stained with a large, dark circle around the center. “I’m sorry, but you really did a number on yourself! How could you piss so much and not wake up!” The blonde detective was having the time of her life, continuing to chastise the shark-girl until tears started forming in her eyes. “Watson, you idiot! Get out, NOW!” Gura raged through her tears, forcing the other girl out of the room and slamming her door closed, making sure to lock it. Amelia realized she fucked up, having humiliated her girlfriend more than she already was, and knocked a few times on Gura’s door, calling her name until she eventually gave up. Returning to her room to get ready for the day, deciding she needed to go shopping. Having taken off her wet clothes, the bedwetting girl had gathered her soiled sheets and put them in the washer, letting it run. She wanted to give Amelia a piece of her mind, but she was nowhere to be seen. Slightly disgruntled, she stepped into the shower to wash the smell of pee off of her. As she cleaned herself, she thought, “This was a one-time thing, right? I can’t be pissing myself at my age…” Her thoughts were cut short when she heard the door to the apartment open. “Ame must be home,” she said aloud, exiting the shower, drying herself off and putting on some clean clothes. Sure enough, the detective was waiting for her in the hall, and there was a bag next to her. “Is that supposed to be an apology gift of something?” Gura scoffed. “Uhhhh, not quite, but I’ll get to that later,” Amelia replied, to which the impossibly tiny girl returned a questioning look. Watson took her lover’s hands in her own. “I’m sorry. I know I messed up, and I feel really bad about it. I got ice cream while I was out, and we can get pizza tonight if you want.” Gura pouted, but she couldn’t stay mad at Ame. She leaned in for a hug, which was accepted with open arms. After a bit, Gura’s attention returned to the bag at the plaid-dressed girl’s feet. “Soooooo, what’s in the bag?” “Ah, uh, well, about that,” the ditzy blonde stumbled over her words because she knew she was about to ruin the moment. “It’s probably better if you just see for yourself. Just, don’t get mad at me, okay?” “Uh, okay?” Gura peered into the bag, and no sooner did her face change into a face of anger. The bag contained a package that would make any adult embarrassed: diapers. “Oh, so you think you’re sooooo funny, don’tcha Watson?” Gura death-glared at the detective. “No, NO! That’s not it, I swear. It’s just, you know, in case it’s a… chronic issue,” Amelia tried her best not to divebomb her explanation, but still stumbled at the end. Gura didn’t give her the chance to fully explain herself before retreating to her room once and locking the door, leaving a single note on it, saying, “I hate you, stupid.” “Man, I really suck at this,” Amelia lamented to herself before retiring to her own room. Inside Gura’s room, the shark had been hugging her pillow, swearing to get her revenge as soon as Watson was asleep. Night had rolled around, and so the time had come for Gura to exact her revenge. She went to the bathroom and checked the medicine cabinet, sighing in relief that the crux of her plan was still there. The girl took the bottle of suppositories and moved her way to the sleeping girlfriend’s room. As always, the blonde was sleeping in the most awkward position possible, with her butt sticking straight in the air. Amelia’s tendency to always move around in her sleep was the major reason they didn’t sleep together, as Gura was a particularly light sleeper. Ame, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t wake up after being slapped in the face, which worked to the benefit of the blue and silver-haired girl’s plan. Gura slowly removed the detective’s pink underwear, and slowly inserted a tablet into her anus. Pulling the sleeping girl’s underwear back up, all Gura had to do now was wait. And wait she did. And she waited until her patience started getting tested, and she started to doubt if her plan would even work. Just as she was about to throw in the towel, she heard a grunt come from the girl’s mouth, followed by several more. Her expression was pained, as if she was straining to get something out, and within a matter of seconds, Gura’s patience had paid off. A wave of mushy, gooey shit rushed out of Amelia’s ass and into her panties. The smaller girl could hardly believe what she was seeing, and had a harder time believing that she was starting to feel aroused. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she took a picture with her phone and left before the room started to smell like a toilet. Gura was awakened by an ear-piercing scream, coming from inside the apartment. Normally, she’d rush to she what was wrong, but not today. She knew exactly why Amelia was screeching. She made her way to the other bedroom, and opened the door quicky. “Ame, what’s wrong?!” Gura acted surprised at the scene she was witnessing. The detective was in tears, standing next to her bed in the same was Gura was yesterday. Except this time, instead of pee, Amelia’s panties were undoubtably ruined by the massive amounts of feces which almost made her undergarments slide off from the weight. Needless to say, the bed didn’t fare any better. Taking the ironic moral high ground, Gura was quick to embrace her girlfriend in a tight hug. “It’s okay Ame,” Gura consoled her lover for a while before she spoke up again, saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” After the two shared a long and much needed shower, they sat against each other cuddling, watching the television, neither of them saying a word. After a while, Gura got up to use the restroom, but not before kissing Amelia on the forehead. Once she was gone, the detective shed her own veil of innocence. Her accident today and Gura’s accident yesterday were too convenient to not be suspicious. With no hesitation, she unlocked the shark-girl’s phone in hope of finding any evidence of a crime. It didn’t take long however, as the first thing see saw on the screen was a picture of her in her shit-filled underwear. “She’s such a dummy sometimes,” she said aloud, turning the phone off and returning it to its original position. Gura emerged from the bathroom feeling relieved, and returned to her cuddle spot with Amelia. After a bit, she spoke. “Hey Ame, we both have had some pretty shitty things happen to us recently, no pun intended. You reckon we’re even now?” “I guess so,” the blonde replied. “So then… truce?” Amelia smirked devilishly. “Truce.” Night had come fast, and both girls began to retire to their rooms. Amelia had ordered pizza and drinks like she had promised yesterday. Gura was more than pleased to chow down on her favorite food, which set things in motion for Watson’s own plan. Little did the shark-girl know that Ame had spiked the girl’s food and drink with her own personal sleeping medication she had for her insomnia. She could tell it had worked by the way Gura had drunkenly stumbled into her room and onto her bed. Armed with one of the diapers she bought and a tube of superglue she had borrowed from Ina a while back, she was ready to initiate step two. Amelia entered Gura’s room to find the girl snoring on the bed. Grinning, the girl stripped her lover out of her clothes and laid her spread-eagle on the bed. Being quick about her “counter-revenge”, she laced every side of the padding with the adhesive before taping it around the small girl, softly pressing it against her to make sure the glue had the chance to set properly. The detective knew Gura would need to relieve herself the next morning from all the pizza she ate, so she left the sleeping girl to her own devices, and went to bed herself, locking her door just in case. Gura woke up, like she would any usual morning. As she sat up, she felt her body’s desperate need to poop. Unaware of the diaper around her waist, she made her way to the bathroom, lifting the toilet lid. She got ready to use the toilet when she had two revelations. The first revelation was that she was not wearing panties, but instead was wearing a rather thick diaper. Secondly, and most importantly, she couldn’t take the diaper off. After a few hard tugs at the immovable padding, she knew that it wasn’t going to come off with brute force. Unsure what to do, she yelled for the person responsible for such a prank. “AMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Somehow managing to scream louder than Amelia did, the blonde girl appeared in the bathroom, with the largest smirk on her face. “What did you do?!” Gura panicked as she struggled to free herself of her infantile prison. “Got my revenge, that’s what. Now be a good girl and fill that diaper so we can get you changed,” Watson mused as she got her phone out in preparation of the incoming show. Unable to hold in the contents of her bowels any longer, Gura started to involuntarily push a large mass into her diaper, similar in size and texture to the blonde’s own mess. Her head spun as she started to forcibly push the rest of her poop out just to be over with the experience. Once she had finished, the shark-girl had gasped for air, exhausted by the disaster in her underwear. She had crapped in a diaper, like a baby. Even worse, the glue made her unable to take the messy diaper off, rendering her completely at Ame’s mercy. Looking up at her captor, she was met with the flash of a camera, which now immortalized her humiliation. Amelia once again let out a smirk of satisfaction. “Now we’re even.”
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  44. Well in my case I ended up wetting by accident once when I was on first grade. But not because I wasn't able to find the bathroom but because of lack of bathrooms and a strict teacher who didn't let me go after I finished her assignment, and some other elements that collided at that time. It was really an awful experience at the moment, and I was traumatized at the moment, and since then I've spend my life making sure that I spot a bathroom wherever I go. XD Because I didn't wanted that to happen again. Now I feel a bit better talking about it, and less embarrassed because I know some peeps here love pee accidents, heheh. And I think it will heal my heart to talk about it in this forum, I hope to have time doin to talk about it!
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  45. 1,167 downloads

    Office ladies have #2 accidents at work, with other people around! Enjoy, Rach
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  46. Not that specifically but I have had an accident because I was to shy to say I needed to go. I was in the car with my boyfriend at the time on the way home from a friend. I really had to go. We passed a few gas stations but I didn't ask him to stop because I didn't want to admit that I had to go and I thought I could make it home. I might post the whole story here at some point so I'm not going to give away all the details hihi. But long story short, I didn't make it haha
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  47. I've posted this here before, but this is a scenario that I keep thinking about and never fails to turn me on: One fantasy that I think about often is that I’m working as an estate agent (realtor) and have been out doing back to back appointments all day, drinking plenty of tea and water and haven’t had chance to pee. By the time I am with my final client of the day (I usually imagine her as an attractive, professional older lady) I am absolutely bursting but have to stay professional and keep my composure. I am showing her round a number of different properties and while viewing one of the final houses of the day I can’t hang on any longer. I have no choice but to admit my predicament to her and politely excuse myself to the loo, only to find that I can’t use it because the water in the property has been switched off. I apologise to her and carry on with the viewing although of course she now knows that I need to pee and can’t go, and is enjoying my predicament. I complete the rest of the viewing while trying to keep my suit trousers dry and not let on how desperate I am. We drive to the next house and get stuck in traffic (she notices me squirming around in the car) and as soon as we arrive I immediately excuse myself to the bathroom only to find that the toilet is being replaced and the new one hasn’t even been plumbed in yet. I try my best to carry on with the viewing but I’m now so desperate that I can’t hide how badly I need to go and am more concerned with not soaking my trousers in front of the client than showing the property. There are a few different endings to this fantasy, one is where I am showing her the bathroom when I completely piss myself and absolutely drench my suit trousers and leave a huge puddle on the floor, another is where I start to wet myself then jump into the bath to save pissing all over the floor, another is where I piss in the sink while she watches, or maybe have to run out into the garden and pee in the bushes. One ending I really like is where the client offers to help me and tells me to follow her into the garden. I’m worried the neighbours will see me peeing so she tells me to stand next to her, holds some of the paperwork/brochures out in front of us and says she doesn’t mind if I “water the plants” while we stand there pretending to look over the paperwork. As I’m relieving myself next to her she comments on my never ending stream of piss and how desperately I must have needed to go, and asks me how long I had been holding on for and whether I feel better now after finally getting to relieve myself after waiting for so many hours. Another variation of this fantasy is that I’m with a senior female colleague and both of us are absolutely dying to pee, both trying to keep our composure and stay professional and polite despite our very full bladders.
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  48. Peeing in my Bikini - Pornhub.com.mp4
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