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  1. On our last evening of our vacations last week me and S dressed up for a fancy hang around in public. I was wearing black suit pants, a shirt, tie and a grey suit jacket. My partner was also well dressed in his new suit. Since I´m usually the t-shirt/jeans/hoodie kind of person I´m not used to dress up like this, but felt comfortable and excited doing this together with S, and he of course loved it, since it´s his fetish. He normally doesn’t dress like this in public either, it´s been more of a private thing. First we were having dinner at our hotel. It had been a hot day and since I had some secret agenda I made sure I had enough to drink. We left for a beer someplace else. It was a fantastic evening, one of the first warm nights as a teaser of the summer ahead of us. The open-air-bars were as crowded as they´re allowed to be these corona days, but we found a table at a casual place. The way we dressed caught people´s attention and I kind of liked it. We had only time for one beer before they were closing, and I suggested we´d go for a walk before going to bed. I didn´t feel anything while sitting down, but as soon as we started walking I felt the need to pee, and that was just fine. S brought his camera as always (good for you people), and we decided to go in a direction we hadn´t yet discovered, past the big church north of the city center, to see if we could take some nice fashion photos. We found a track that went along the river, so we started walking there, two big sunshines hand in hand. While walking downhill to the track closest to the river I felt a little pressure in my bladder, and while S stopped to take a couple of photos of me in a tunnel next to where some teenagers were hanging around, I let out a first warm and nice little leak in my underwear. We kept walking. The brown river wasn´t the most beautiful one, but the sun mirrored itself in the water. S handed me the camera and I took some great back-lit photos of him while leaking a little bit more. The fun part of the walk had begun. I kept wetting myself a little bit at a time, could feel my crotch get wet and trickles down my legs, but nothing seemed to show on the pants, maybe because they´re made of some fabric that is supposed to be a little bit water resistant. We stopped a few more times to take photos. S looked at me through the camera right as I peed myself. A few times I was almost certain that my enthusiastic smile would give it away. I found it obvious and just couldn´t believe he didn´t realise what I was doing, but caught up in his own flow he just smiled back at me, and snapped some more photos of his girlfriend secretly wetting her pants. I felt sneaky and was truly enjoying myself! The pants weren´t very absorbant and I didn´t want pee in my shoes so I was careful not to let out any big spurts. By now I had leaked so much that I was wet down my thighs though. While leaning slightly against a tree I used the photo posing to direct my next litte spurt down the leg that was less wet. I now had that nice naughty feeling of walking around in wet pants, but made sure to keep the wetness comfortably warm by dribbling a little more. S told me he would be needing a bathroom soon so we´d better turn back in a while. “Well, I don’t have that problem” I smiled to myself, but didn´t say anything. After we had passed by some people fishing in the river there were no one else around and we stopped to passionately make out. I felt pretty soaked in my crotch area and knew now that I had to face the problem that I must not get any pee on my partner´s brand new, custom made, tweed suit… Even if he likes my omo fetish, there are limits to what he could possibly apprechiate. Carefully I tried to keep a little distance between us as we hugged and kissed, and to distract him I put my hand on the front of his pants and gently stroke his hard on. He didn´t seem to mind. We came upon a bridge, decided to cross it and walk back on the other side of the river, where there was a smaller path. At the end of the bridge S stopped me for some more kissing, and this time, inspired by my earlier move, he put his hand between my legs, and… I was busted. “Hey… You!!! I fucking love you! When did this happen?” he laughed while wiping the wetness off his hand on a dry part of my pants. “Pretty much all the way along the river I guess” I said with a big smile. He was surprised, he never suspected a thing. We laughed about it, and kept walking, but the sensation of my still pretty full bladder and the sight of a dirty bench gave me a new idea. “Wait a minute… Shouldn’t we take some photos of that kind too?” “Ok, sure, but how?” “If I sit on something… where it shows. Like right here” I said, looked around to see that nobody was approaching, and sat down on the bench. When S had his camera ready I didn´t have to ask my bladder twice – I spread my legs and started peeing hard into my pants. I heard the hissing sound, felt the warmth spreading under me, looked down and saw the river forming between my legs, soon running over the edge of the bench and hitting the ground beneath it. After a while It stopped, but I had more in me, gave it a little push and wet myself again, another river. It was a welcome relief. Standing up my ass was obviously soaked, and this time it showed from behind, but according to S it looked mostly just like I had been sitting in a wet spot. It would soon soak into the fabric and become almost invisible again. Also, said S, my outfit was the perfect camouflage in other ways too, as people would notice other things, my whole appearance, or details like my tie, and nobody would expect me to have had an accident. It was a turn on walking back to the hotel, knowing people on the streets would look at us and have no clue I had just pissed myself. It´s been very hot for us both to think about it afterwards too, and we have agreed this wasn´t the last public wetting in an outfit like this.
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  2. Last week I was busy filling shelves with diapers at Care2Play, a Finnish abdl shop, so I didn't have time to make a new video, but at least I have this pic from work. :3
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    Freshie Juice just moved to town and she wants to make new friends. Her new neighbor Ami Mercury is kind of bitchy, but Freshie is still trying to be a good neighbor and show her the house and make chit chat. They go to the backyard and Freshie accidentally locks them out! She's horribly embarrassed and this isn't going off on a go start... And then things get worse.... Freshie has to pee.... She tries to hold it but she can't help but start wiggling and dancing around trying to fight the urge. Ami obviously notices and she's stops holding back how weird she thinks her new neighbor Freshie is. Eventually Freshie can't hold it anymore and pissed her shorts in front of the neighbor!!! Freshie is so embarrassed and humiliated. She tries to find a way in so she can move out to a new neighborhood after all this embarrassment pants wetting
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    parts 3 and 4 hereeeeee... will upload 5 6 and 7 when I have more time. thanks for the tip on video download helper.
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  5. The other day, my wife and I went to the mall to do some summer clothes shopping. I told her prior to leaving I wanted to have a little bit of fun while we were out. I wanted to do a hold in public. Together. We had never done anything close to this out in public let alone in the car. She agreed but under one condition: I could only pee when she said so and vice versa. We also decided to both go before leaving and only drinking our trenta (XL) sized Starbucks drinks. We also made a rule that if either of us has a leak, we’d drop what we were doing and dash to the restroom. We arrived shortly after 6pm. Right when the mall would be busiest. So if one of us had an accident, there would be plenty of witnesses. It also added to the desire to hold it even longer and more discreetly. I chose to wear dark red leggings and my wife chose a flowy summer dress with black leggings underneath. The mall was busy as predicted and the line to the Starbucks in the food court was pretty long. It moved pretty quickly. We got our drinks and started sipping almost right away. We started towards our first store. We had been moving fairly quickly thru our planned evening. We were about 30 minutes into and I noticed my wife had emptied her iced chai tea already. ‘That was fast.’ I thought to myself as I took another sip of my 1/2 full one. We finished up at another store. By now our hands were starting to get full as well so I quickly decided to down the rest of my drink. The next stop was Ulta to get a few things. We were greeted by a young girl, probably no older than us. I think she said he name Alyssa. Anyways, she helped us find a few things in the store over the course of about 20 minutes or so. I couldn’t help but notice how she kept moving around and shifting her weight from foot to foot. She even bent over very subtly from time to time. “There’s no way she has to pee” I thought to myself. She helped us to the register and told the cashier she’d be back in just a minute. I overheard her say something about nearly peeing all over herself. When we left, my wife said “She isn’t the only one about to pee all over herself haha” I responded with “What? I don’t even have to go. We only have one more store left then we can leave. No public bathroom for you.” We headed to the last store, Vans. I was trying to find some shoes I liked but couldn’t help but watch my wife try to hide her apparently growing desperation. After 10 minutes or so, I gave up and said let’s go home. I was starting feel the tea hitting me. As we walked to the car my wife and I were chatting when she stopped mid step and doubled over. “Babe! Are you okay?” *sigh*”Yeah, I thought a little bit was going to escape.” “Are you going to survive the drive home dry?” “I think so. But you 100% have to drive. Or I won’t.” “No problem.” She handed me the keys and we finished walking to the car. As we loaded it up, I couldn’t help but notice her try to do a very subtle pee dance. It was blatantly obvious to me but a stranger might not even notice her. We got in the car and headed to the apartment. “Babe, you’re gonna have to put your foot to floor. I have to pee SO bad! Sitting down made this so much worse!” “I’m trying. Just keep holding on we will be there in no time!” I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Even after all the holds and stuff we’ve done together, I’ve never seen her act like this. She definitely had to go. And like now! “Babe! You’re not even going the speed limit!! So help me god if I piss myself because you won’t go faster I’ll-“ “Do you wanna get in a wreck with an exploding bladder???” “...no but I-“ “That’s what I thought. Just keep hanging on we will be there in like 2 minutes.” At this point she was sitting with her legs glued together and both hands shoved in her crotch. She had her dress pulled up and tucked in the waist band of her leggings. He face was very flustered as well. I was trying to talk to her and distract because even though I enjoyed this, I could tell she was in genuine distress. I felt kinda bad until she said that she was having a good time but I needed to hurry the hell up. By now my bladder was getting pretty full but I kept it to myself. We were turning into our apartment complex finally. My wife exclaimed with joy “I’ve never been so happy to see this place! I feel like I’m gonna pee myself any second!!” My mind immediately went to ‘Wait, should I try and push her and see what happens?’ We pulled up to our parking area and I knew she was going to struggle getting inside. Our apartment is on the 3rd floor and there isn’t a elevator. 3 agonizing flights of stairs for her. She made up the first flight without even stopping to regain control but the second was a different story. One step in and she stopped dead in her tracks. “Fuck babe, it’s trying to come out!! What do I do?!?!” “Don’t give in!! Fight it back!!” After a few seconds “Okay, okay, okay. I think stopped it. But we’ve gotta hurry! I don’t have much strength left!” I hurried around her and ran ahead to open the door for her. She followed as fast as she could. I was starting to really have to go myself when the devilish idea hit me. Go pee first. I looked at her and wondered if she could make it. But just then she stopped again and clenched herself even harder. I saw a tear run down her cheek. She was only a few feet away from the door. “Come on babe! You can do it! We’re so close!” I said as she tried to hobble to the front door. There was no way she was going to make it. “Babe, I can’t hold this back anymore...it’s starting to come out...” said my wife as a baseball sized wet patch formed on her leggings. “No baby! Come inside. We are right here! Just a few more steps.” But even those words of encouragement didn’t help. The seal was broke and she couldn’t stop it. A puddle was forming on our doorstep. It was bigger than any puddle either of us had made prior to this night. I quickly gathered my very relieved wife and ran inside. “I feel...tired and impressed.” “Yeah, that was a TON of pee! Did you drink anything before we left?” “Yeah, I wanted this trip to be special. I drank two bottles of water while you were putting your outfit on. This was going to happen regardless of if you wanted to have fun or not.” “Babe, why? It would’ve been special regardless. We hardly ever get to shop together.” “Because I wanted to see what a true accident was if I could. And I did. I’ve heard you talk about them and have been curious. So who better to have one with than you?” “Awww babe. That makes me happy.” “Now, I’m sure you have to pee by now baby bladder. And guess what? Games still on. So no bathroom for you until I say so!” “Uhhh...” “Just kidding, you can go. But you gotta wet yourself like I did. In front of our apartment while you ‘fumble’ your keys.” I had won. Unbelievable. Even if it meant potentially embarrassing myself in front of our neighbors, I had won. I couldn’t believe it. I really needed to go at this point so this shouldn’t be too hard to do. As I opened the door, my wife came up behind me and grabbed me by the abdomen. The force of her pulling me backward and basically pulling on my bladder caused the gates to burst open without time to clench my muscles. Pee was escaping but I decided to just let it go. “Ugh babe! What the hell!? I can’t stop this!” I shouted as a puddle formed beneath our legs. “Good. I didn’t intend for you to.” As she shoved me against the wall and began viciously kissing me as the puddle kept growing. I’ll leave what happened next to your imagination. Hope you enjoyed! 🙂
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  6. I think it's very much possible to make an interesting wetting video under covers, you just need some movie magic. I can easily come up with a few ways to make such a video, so I'll take this as a personal challenge. :3
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  7. May 7th, 2021 2:20pm: emptied bladder 2:40pm: 300ml water 3:05pm: 300ml water 3:25pm: 400ml tea 3:45pm: 300ml water 3:55pm: A slight urge. No discomfort, just very mild pressure 4:20pm: A more noticeable urge now. Starting to get a little distracting. 4:40pm: Decent urge and pressure. Can feel my sphincters beginning to actively work to hold it in 4:45pm: 300ml water 4:55pm: abdomen is starting to feel distended and heavy; squirming a little. Urge is still not overwhelming but I actually feel like I might leak if I don't focus, which is a new experience for me. Granted this is my first intentional hold in quite some time 5:00pm: Starting to get uncomfortable. Will end the hold if/when it becomes painful 5:10pm: Decided to end the hold as I was feeling some pain. Was still holding with sphincter muscles only, no need to press or cross legs, so I am a little disappointed that it got painful before I got truly desperate, but that probably just means I'm out of practice! 💪 Hold duration: 2 hours, 50 minutes Liquid consumed: 1.6L Final bladder volume: 1.0L This little "test" hold has taught me one thing: I need to train! 😆
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  8. I felt REALLY daring this day. I decided to wet myself at work while working with someone else! Luckily our assignments were all done for the night and my colleague sits in a cubicle at the other end of my floor. I stripped into my cycling skinsuit for the rest of my shift after I soaked my pants. Before I went home, I had to go again...so I soaked my suit again. =P My coworker didn't notice anything at all when we left together...stealth wettings are so fun! Cyc59.mp4
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  9. Hi this is my first time posting here. I’m a 22 year old girl and I’ve recently discovered omorashi after a rather impromptu experience with someone online. I’m glad I found this community here and I hope to share my experience with you all 🙂 ❤️ So here goes. I’ve been using this rather nerdy app lately. It’s not for dating and it’s more like a forum. I’d prefer not to reveal what app this is because I don’t think the people there would appreciate it if I told everyone I had an omorashi experience with another member there XD I made a friend there and for the sake of his privacy and simplicity, I’ll just call him Sage for the rest of this article. We’ve been chatting for a while but it was all cordial and nothing sexual whatsoever. I went out to dinner with my friends one night. I had two cool, large glasses of juice which I finished quite heartily. We finished our dinner and we all started heading back home. By that time, I already felt an urge to pee. We were in a mall and we had already passed by at least two toilets. I was hoping someone would need a bathroom break so I could tag along and relieve myself as well. However, all my friends seemed perfectly at ease and none of them needed to pee. For some reason I was unwilling to hold up the group just so I could pee, so I decided to hold it in. Our group slowly dissolved we all drifted towards our separate modes of transportation. I had to take a bus, and my bus stop was a 10 minute walk away from where we were, near an apartment complex. By the time I got there, I was alone and my bladder was beginning to bother me considerably. I had this bus tracking app and unfortunately, I had just missed a ride and the next one wouldn’t come in another 15 minutes. I considered going back to the mall to pee, but I was quite tired after my walk to the bus stop, and once I sat down and crossed my legs the urge to pee lessened and so I decided to wait. I was quite bored sitting there and so I just went on the app. Sage was online, and so we just started chatting as usual. I remember we talked about music and all sorts of different things, and he was generally a pleasant person to converse with. Around 15 minutes had gone by. The bus was still nowhere to be seen. At this point, I had to pee quite badly. I really wanted to go back to the mall to pee, but it was getting late and if I did I would definitely miss the coming bus, or even the next one. I was crossing my legs so tightly I could feel a line of cold sweat between my overlapping thighs. There were more people waiting with me now and I wanted to stop myself from shaking too much, but I really needed to pee at this point. I told Sage about it. I told him how the bus isn’t coming and how far away the toilets are and how much I needed to pee. He immediately told me to go back to the mall to relieve myself. I resolved to wait for another few minutes and if the bus really didn’t come, then I’d go back to the mall to pee. We continued to chat but my bladder was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I mentioned again how desperate I was and once again he told me to head back to the mall. I eventually agreed and just as I was about to head back, the bus finally came. I was torn. Should I head back to pee, and risk missing yet another bus? Or should I hold it in till I get home? The ride home was around 20 minutes, and there were toilets near the place where I get off. If I couldn’t make it back home, I could still pee in those toilets. I just needed to make it through the 20 minutes. And so I decided to head onto the bus. I chose a seat way at the back, and in my little corner of privacy, I pushed my hands against my pee hole and my whole body trembled at the relief. With my legs firmly crossed and my hand jammed like a dam against the growing mass of pee in my bladder, it felt like I could hold it after all. My first sign of doom was when people started to file into the bus as we went by more and more stops. The bus wasn’t exactly crowded, but it was still half full, and some woman decided to sit next to me. I’m not sure if this works for guys but as a girl, with the way my body is structured, holding myself is very important when I’m desperate to pee and it was also very awkward to hold my crotch in front of a stranger. I reluctantly slipped my hand away and squeezed my legs together even tighter. The line of sweat between my legs felt horribly like pee, and I also felt a cold sweat down my back. I had to pee so BAD. All this time, I kept messaging Sage to distract myself. I kept talking about other things but my body kept bringing me back to the subject of how much I had to PEE. Unfortunately for me, I was in for more bad luck. A traffic incident occurred at a rather busy junction. Cars were all funnelled into a single line, and there was a huge (or should I say tiny) bottleneck. I almost cried when I saw the legion of red car lights jammed in the distance. At this point I was getting quite hysterical, and I guess my messages to Sage reflected that. He kept trying to calm me and told me to look for a stop to get off as soon as possible. He told me to look for hotels. That’s when I realised there was a hotel one stop before my destination. I was three stops away from home, and I was firmly resolved to get off at the stop before. But first I had to wait out the traffic jam. A million thoughts raced through my head. I considered sitting on the edge of my seat and quietly peeing a little on the floor; I considered putting tissue in my panties so I could pee a little into it, but they were all unrealistic for sure. If I peed a little I was quite sure I wouldn’t be able to stop the rest from coming out. I was shifting considerably on my seat and my legs were chafed red. Sage kept telling me to ask to get off but we were in the middle of a bridge and I was sure the bus driver wouldn’t allow that. I had to pee so bad there was no time for decorum. But still I tried. The windows were on my right, and so I slipped my right hand under my skirt from the side and gave myself a much needed pinch. The relief was immediate. I tried my best to angle the left side of my body to block the woman next to me from seeing what I was doing, but seeing as I was shifting around so much I was bound to draw attention. She must have thought I was on drugs. She edged further away from me, and I felt so embarrassed and hated her so much at that moment. Thinking back, I suppose I should be glad it wasn’t a man sitting next to me. Messaging Sage was still a distraction, but at this point all I could do was repeatedly send ‘I need to pee!’ to him while he showered me with suggestions and consolations. There were times when I actually considered giving up. Just pee and cry and let others worry about what happens next. But twice a gush of pee threatened to burst out yet somehow I always found the will to hold it back in. Somehow we made it through the traffic jam and I was two stops away from salvation! The woman next to me got off the next stop, and I was bouncing in my seat in the anticipation of relief. Some girl my age sat in the opposite aisle and she stared at me funny as well, but when peeing yourself is the alternative I guess holding yourself and bouncing like some crazy girl is still a better option. I think. I finally got off and stumbled towards the hotel. The doorman insisted that I fill out a personal info form so I could get traced in case I got covid. My eyes were bursting with tears and I told him I was about to pee myself, but he insisted and I knew better to argue when it came to pandemic rules. While filling in the form it was impossible to hold it in when the toilet is so close. I felt a gush of pee leak through my fingers and yet somehow I was still able to hold it back with the iron clench of my fingers. At last I got in. I sped towards the toilet and right at the doorway I began to actually loose control. I tried to stop it again but this time I really was at my limit. At the sight of the female toilet sign my body just signalled ‘release’ and there was no stopping it. My legs were weak. I immediately lifted my skirt so it wouldn’t get wet and walked resignedly to the loo, peeing all the way. I sat down on a loo and peed and peed and peed... I peed for a minute and then cried for a minute. I was so defeated. My legs were wet, my socks were wet, my hands were wet and my panties were wet. I also left a trail of mess that led from the toilet entrance to my cubicle. It was at this point when I remembered Sage but I was too done to talk to him. A janitor lady came in and I heard her gasp at the scene I left behind. I came out in tears and apologised and promised I’d clean up for her, but she was a very kind lady and she told me how guests leave behind all sorts of crap and a little pee was the least of her worries. She saw my lower body was wet and said she could give me panties that guests have left behind which she was quite certain were clean. I refused but she did say it was ‘unsafe’ for me to go around without panties on and I eventually decided she was right. She went to fetch alcoholic wipes for me to clean myself and so I was left alone in the bathroom. My mood had considerably improved, thanks to the kind lady and to the fact that I didn’t have to frickin PEE anymore. I told Sage what had happened and thanked him for his patience and advice. I mentioned how my panties were soaked and that the janitor could get clean ones for me, and that’s when he said I probably looked hot standing there with my wet panties. Saying that had a strange effect. Normally I wouldn’t reply to something like that, but I just felt strangely excited when he said that. I had broken up with my bf for more than a year and the isolation of the pandemic has left me quite emotionally challenged. I just felt hot that a boy complimented my panties, and so I sent him a picture, of my wet panties. He replied enthusiastically, and I actually took another picture when (unluckily for him and me I guess) the janitor came back and the spell was broken. I got cleaned and a pair of FROZEN2 underwear that some Disney-loving girl left behind, and I took a taxi back home, exhausted. I didn’t message Sage for quite a while after that. After the initial heat I was super embarrassed and just decided to forget what had happened. Soon however, we talked again and he revealed to me how he actually enjoys watching girls hold in their pee. I learnt quite a lot from his male perspective, and with a little research of my own I came to know about omorashi and this website. And so here I am ^^ after knowing Sage actually enjoyed my experience, I now find myself frequently fantasising about alternative realities of what might’ve happened on the bus, and even now as I’m reliving these memories of mine I can’t help but feel hot all over. I’m kind of glad to have found a like minded community here and after reading your experiences I’ve decided to make an account and share my ‘initiation story’. Hope you find it interesting ^^
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  10. Uh, describing her as "just the flavor of the week" is kinda disrespectful, ngl. While there will always be people that make content and then eventually stop, that's no reason to be rude like that.
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    Found this on Instagram. If it’s been uploaded before please delete. No desperation other than vocally. Please delete if repost!
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  12. Ethan had truly awful eyesight. If he didn’t have his glasses on, he couldn’t see a thing more than half a foot in front of him. Even his own feet were nothing but blobby, vague shapes. But, so long as he had his glasses on, all was well. All was not well now. James had managed to talk him into a camping trip as a ‘bonding exercise’, and while Ethan wasn’t too keen on spending a few days in a place where the only option for a bath would be in a lake, he had been having fun. Until, that was, James challenged him to climb a tree. He’d missed his footing, his glasses had fallen off his face, and then he’d landed on top of them. He didn’t think he could recreate that sequence of events if he tried. The result was that he did not have his glasses, and he could not see anything. If it weren’t so late they would have just packed up and gone home, but it was much too late; If they left now, they’d be awake until at least three in the morning. So, the decision was made to spend the night and head back in the morning so Ethan could hopefully get his glasses repaired. So, that was why Ethan was tossing and turning in his sleeping bag, with one hand crammed between his legs. He’d been needing to relieve his bladder since before he’d tried to climb the stupid tree, and now his need was at a critical level. Without his glasses, his vision was abysmal even when it was light out. But, in the dark, he was even blinder than a bat. And, the ground in this area was uneven, with fallen branches and large rocks all over the place. They’d found one of the few smooth places to set up the tent. Ethan knew that if he tried to go out and take a leak, he’d trip over something and fall over. Even if he didn’t injure himself that way, the signals from his bladder were telling him that the impact would definitely make him have an accident. He knew he could ask James to be his eyes, to guide him like a seeing-eye dog would. James wouldn’t mind. He’d be downright delighted, most likely. Now that Ethan knew James liked to see him pee, he knew he shouldn’t feel embarrassed to wake his partner up and tell him he needed help walking to an appropriate place to find relief. But, god dammit, he just was. It was an illogical shame, but it was there, and Ethan found himself unable to fight it down. He just… Couldn’t stop thinking it would be rude to wake James out of a sound sleep and ask him for a favor. Ethan had been the idiot who’d broken his glasses, James shouldn’t have to lose sleep over that! Ethan told himself he could wait until morning. It would be light out, he’d see at least a little bit better, and if it turned out he still needed someone with decent vision to lead the way, at least James would already be awake. It was not easy to fall asleep when his bladder was causing him so much discomfort, but eventually he found a position that took enough of the edge off he was able to relax slightly. He awoke a couple hours later in a panic. In his dream, he’d been in a massive line for a restroom. A restroom which some sadist had placed right beside the loudest fountain he’d ever heard. The water had been gushing and pouring and trickling, making Ethan whimper with need as the line moved so, so slowly. When he finally got to the restroom, he opened the door to find nothing but another series of doors, no toilets. He flung open door after door, finding himself lost in some chaotic labyrinth filled with noisy fountains, rushing streams and somehow even an entire ocean. The labyrinth taunted him mercilessly, several times he’d find what looked like a toilet stall, but when he opened it it would be empty of anything that could hold his bladder. Eventually, his dream-self had pushed open one more door and found a vacant porcelain urinal, free for him to use to his heart’s content. He’d gotten himself in front of it in record time and gripped his zip— Then he’d woken up, his bladder searing with atrocious need. He realized his legs had tangled themselves even tighter together during his sleep, and now both of his hands were squeezing between them. He carefully sat up. Even his ginger, slow motions were too much and a spurt of urine seeped into his boxers. He peeked outside the tent to find it was still really dark. He was not going to make it until morning like this. He was not going to make it another five minutes like this. He just… He needed to go right now. There were very few options available to him; He could pee himself, which he definitely didn’t want to do. He could go right outside the tent, but he didn’t know enough about the outdoors to know if the smell would attract some kind of animal. He could find something to use as a receptacle in the tent, but he couldn’t even see well enough to take in the inventory at his disposal. Lastly, he could try to feel his way through the dark and risk hurting himself or even getting lost. None of these were good ideas. Or, well… He could wake James up. He knew James would not be angry. He knew James would place Ethan’s needs first. He knew James cared about him. He knew James would like the show Ethan inevitably put on for him… As he tried to convince himself to just do it, Ethan writhed into the palms of his hands. He needed to go so badly! His hips twisted, his legs scissored back and forth, and he started to moan out-loud. James was a very light sleeper, and the instant Ethan started making noise, his eyes drew open. “Ethan?” James asked tiredly. “Is something wrong?” As his mind adjusted to being awake, and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Ethan’s tangled up legs and clutching hands. James felt himself reddening. “I have to go bad,” Ethan said. “I need you to help.” “Yeah, you do…” James said softly. “Now, please?!” Ethan begged. This was so embarrassing. He didn’t beg. “Right,” James said. “Right… You need help getting around in the dark, don’t you?” “Yyyesss!” Ethan hissed, hands digging in tighter and tighter as he felt the wet patch on his boxers growing larger and larger. James wished the light was better, so he could see Ethan better; Watch the performance he couldn’t help but put on. Ethan was always so controlled and collected, and here he was coming apart at the seams from such a basic, unavoidable need. “Okay, I’ll get you there,” James said. He crawled out of the tent and helped Ethan out. James’s body flashed hot and cold as Ethan whimpered and moaned while he tried to stand to his feet outside. James’s hand was clasping Ethan’s arm, and he could feel his partner writhing nonstop. Could feel all the tension his overtaxed body held. “Careful… Careful…” James said as he slowly helped Ethan walk. He was sure poor Ethan wanted to move faster, get to relief right away, but James didn’t want him to trip. If Ethan tripped, he’d likely start peeing when he hit the ground. James stopped once they were at a bush he judged to be far enough from the tent. He waited for Ethan to get himself out and release the flood he was containing. But, he didn’t. He just kept jiggling and fidgeting as James held his arm. James thought for a second he couldn’t get his clothing down, but then Ethan spoke; “James!” He cried out. “I can’t wait anymore! We have to start walking again!” James tried to hold in his laughter. Poor thing was so blind he didn’t even realize they’d only stopped because they were there! “You can go!” James said. “You’re right in front of a bush.” Ethan got himself out. At least since he’d been sleeping in his boxers, he didn’t have to try and fight with a belt or zip without being able to see what he was doing. The instant he was out, he was peeing. God… What a relief! So much relief… All the fullness finally going away, all that tension easing… The warm feeling on his feet— He was peeing on his own feet. He couldn’t see well enough to aim. He adjusted, and stopped feeling the trickling against his flesh, but then James startled. “H—Hey, you’re… Kinda splashing me.” Ethan reddened, he apologized over and over, but he couldn’t stop going for even a second. Now that he’d begun to pee, it was not going to let up until he was well and truly finished. “It’s fine,” James interrupted one of his apologies. “You just can’t see, I get it… Is it okay if I help you aim?” Ethan tried to slow his stream. He was able to restrain it to a few trickling dribbles but he knew that would only last for a second or two before he’d be blindly spraying full-force again. It was embarrassing, but neither one of them really wanted pee covered feet… “Sure.” James was perhaps a little too excited about this. He took Ethan’s cock in his hand and pointed it in the proper direction, “Let g—“ Ethan had resumed gushing before James could get the words out. This was a very, very weird feeling to him. Sure, James touched his dick pretty frequently, but never in such a context. It was just strange to relieve his bladder with someone else directing his stream. This felt in some way more intimate than anything he and James had ever done together. James taking charge over one of Ethan’s most basic, fundamental needs. James was loving this. True, it meant he couldn’t look at Ethan’s face as he enjoyed his relief, but this was in some ways even better. He felt so close to him in that moment. And, he could still definitely hear how much better Ethan felt. He was moaning, gasping and panting; He was making some noises that James had only ever heard him make in bed. Poor Ethan, James thought. If letting it out was making him feel as good as that, he must have been way too full. Indeed, Ethan had been way too full. James knew he had long pees, but this one was just going on and on… James didn’t think he’d ever seen or heard Ethan pee this much all at once before. The fact he hadn’t had an accident while trying to keep that much in him was impressive. James had held a lot of liquid in his bladder on multiple occasions himself, but didn’t think he could ever contain this much. Ethan’s stream started to trickle off, and after several more long spurts, he gave a massive sigh and told James he was finished. “Want me to—“ “You can if you like,” Ethan said. James shook Ethan off a few times, and Ethan tucked his cock back into his boxers. “Wow, that was amazing,” James said. “Every time I thought you were finally finished, you just gushed more! I thought we were gonna be there all night! Your bladder’s got to be the size of a small lake! We’ve gotta get you to pee into a measuring cup or something some time, that was just—“ “James!” Ethan interrupted. “Heh…” James laughed nervously. “I… What I meant to say is… Uh… You feel better now?” “Yes,” Ethan said, smiling. “I do feel a lot better.” “That’s good,” James said, kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s get some rest.” “In a bit,” Ethan said. “I may be blind right now, but I can still see that ‘rest’ is the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.”
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  14. May 8th, 2021 4:00pm: emptied bladder 4:00pm: 300ml water 4:20pm: 400ml tea 4:45pm: 300ml water 5:05pm: 300ml water 5:25pm: first faint urge 5:35pm: 300ml water 6:05pm: 300ml water 6:30pm: 300ml water 6:55pm: bladder beginning to feel quite full, abdomen is bulging noticeably 7:00pm: pressing my thighs together while cooking dinner to be extra sure I don't leak 7:10pm: I feel like I could keep holding for quite a while longer, only just feeling my sphincters beginning to make an effort now, but dinner's ready and I don't want to eat a large meal until I finish the hold... I'll wait a while longer and see how I go. Very horny, might use a dildo while I wait since I have nothing to do now 7:50pm: Got off using the dildo, ending hold bc I'm impatient and want to eat haha Hold duration: 3 hours, 50 minutes Liquid consumed: 2.2L Final bladder volume: 1.0L One litre almost exactly, again. I expected it would be more seeing as I drank more and held longer, but ah well. On the plus side this time I didn't have any pain and felt like I could have held quite a bit longer... I need to remember to start earlier in the day 🤦
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  16. Why hello! Look at this! I'm actually posting a new story here for the first time in.....my gosh, has it really been almost 3 years? Crazy! I've never stopped writing in all that time - it's finishing things that's been the problem haha But I've finally completed a story of some substantial length and so here it is! I hope you all enjoy, I greatly appreciate the patience of everyone who has liked my stuff in the past, and I hope to post my next story before 2024 😃 Long Pisser vs The Pee Queen Growing up, I became friends with a girl from the other end of town named Macy. There was a wide open park down the road from my house, and it became the gathering spot for all the kids in the neighborhood. Macy would bike the whole way from her home, which was so far away that she was in a separate school district, in order to join the rest of us. Often we would be out all day on the weekends, which led to an interesting discovery before too long. At the far side of the park were some sand dunes, the remnants of half-finished construction – we still don’t know if the township planned to expand the park, or build over it, but that’s not the point. The point is that when we’d all been roughhousing for a few hours, chugging our Gatorades and apple juice boxes that our parents insisted we take along with us, eventually we’d need to release all that liquid. And so everyone would trot over to the dunes, the guys taking one side and the girls the other, and the boys would whip their penises out of their trousers and the girls would hike up their skirts and squat down, and everyone would have a nice relieving piss before continuing with whatever game we’d come up with that day. Well….almost everyone would take refuge in the dunes, that is. Two of us would never go over there – Macy and me. I’d always felt abnormal from as far back as I can recall, because I’ve been blessed with a bladder of a horse, I think. I could drink and drink and drink, and still feel no more than a mild urge. Desperation was rare, but even when it did occur, I had impenetrable muscles down there, so holding longer still was never an issue. Macy was well-endowed in her own right, often not showing any signs of needing to pee until late in the day, and even then she’d still hold off. Soon it had developed into a game between us – when the rest of the gang would take a pee break, we’d continue doing whatever we were doing, and all the while Macy would make sly comments to me about how I should really go join the boys before I had an accident, and I would fire back and tell her that she really needed to squat with the girls before her skirt got wet. Macy was pretty tomboyish, and it lent her a certain competitive streak, and in fact it was she who first suggested that we should drink even more while the others had their relief. So that became our ritual – Macy would bring along a backpack every weekend, and when the rest of the kids went to pee, she’d reach into it, pull out a couple bottles of water, and we’d chug them down while exchanging knowing glances. I could tell that, while it was all in good fun, she did desperately want to beat me – to make me quit and run for the dunes before the day was up. The extra drinks would wreak havoc on her control, forcing her to pee dance in the late afternoons, but Macy would always end up biking back home unrelieved, an impressive feat on a bladder as full as hers surely was. As time went by, Macy’s bladder capacity kept increasing, along with her determination to best me, and she would be able to make us drink more and more, but my bladder was always up to the task. While we would both leave each gathering dry, I did so calmly and happily, while Macy would be frustrated, aching, and downright cross due to her inability to defeat my gigantic bladder. On a few occasions, I tried explaining to Macy that boys and girls were simply different, and I was blessed with naturally stronger muscles and a naturally bigger capacity due to my gender, but she would have none of it. “I CAN beat you! A girl can hold just as long as a guy!” she cried on many different days, usually with a bladder fit to explode underneath her skirt. “It’s like weightlifters and bodybuilders,” I told her with exasperation, “Girls can be really really strong, and have great big muscles that are much larger than the average guy, or even larger than a guy that goes to the gym every day….but the people with the biggest muscles will always be men. That’s just how it is. And this is the same thing. A guy’s sphincter muscle is both bigger and stronger than a girl’s, and the length of his urethra is longer too, which means I have more power and more time to stop up my pee than you do. I’m not trying to brag or egg you on….it’s just biology.” Macy would never accept my reasoning, huffing and puffing and drinking until her stomach hurt, forcing herself to hold in her urine for hours longer than she should, but she was always that one half-step behind me and couldn’t catch up, and it drove her mad. Unfortunately, before our friendly contest could develop any further, Macy moved away to the other side of the state. I’d see her in passing every year or two, when she would come back to the area to see some friends, but we drifted apart and never talked about holding our pee anymore. Still, throughout my teen years my bladder had continued developing, and it had reached positively massive proportions by the time I finished high school. If I had a little more self-confidence, I would have called the people from Guinness to measure me, but I figured that this sort of record was one that they didn’t want in their record books. Part of me did wonder if Macy had kept up her bladder training as well, and if her bladder had grown as mine had. After high school, I applied to and got into a good state university, but to make sure I didn’t just bury myself in my studies, I managed to gain acceptance into a fraternity. The guys were friendly enough, and I got to live in the frat house instead of a dorm, so it had its positives. Of course, I learned soon enough that nothing was off limits to college guys, and that applied doubly if you had anything about you that was different from everybody else. The first time I took one of my now-legendary pees into the frat’s toilet, there was a whole group gathered by the door by the fifth minute. Instead of going by my name “Lars”, the guys decided that they’d just refer to me as “Long Pisser”. Thankfully, they meant this good-naturedly, and seemed legitimately impressed on the rare happening when I would need to take a relief and piss for minutes on end. They also made sure not to use that lovely nickname outside the frat house’s walls, which pleased me greatly. It almost became a game to them, watching me drink at the frequent frat house parties and knowing that I’d stay out of the toilet until the next day. My first year in college passed by in this manner, escaping my classes with B’s and enjoying my time in the frat. The second year started much as the first had ended. My pissing had become more infrequent than ever as my bladder’s size kept increasing, and my “brothers” continued to get a kick out of this. But one day, soon after we’d come back to university from winter break, I overheard two of my brothers, Clark and Paul, talking to each other in low tones, and my name was brought up. I went over and inquired, and after a bit of hemming and hawing, they admitted that they’d heard a rumor come out of one of the sororities on campus – as luck would have it, this was a sorority that we had a bit of a rivalry with, as the stuck up girls there were continually finding ways to out-earn our charity fundraisers and throw parties that got just enough attention to leave ours as second best. The rumor was that this sorority had a “Pee Queen” of their own, a new transfer with a seemingly bottomless bladder. They kidded me about it for a few minutes, but then Clark got a look in his eye and suggested jokingly, “We should have a contest – their champion against our champion! Whoever holds it the longest wins! I’d just love to beat those girls at something...” Paul and I both laughed at the thought, but just then one of the ranking members of the frat, a senior named Jordan, passed by and overheard us. “I like it!” he declared, taking the idea seriously, and before too long it had been decided – we would make the challenge – Bladder against Bladder. Long Pisser vs Pee Queen. Whichever side lost would have to pay for the alcohol for the other’s events for the next fall semester. Of course, the fraternity was completely confident in me. After all, they’d witnessed my urinary displays time and time again. And I had no reason to fear either. In fact, I was relishing the idea of having a challenge, for once. Once the details were worked out, Jordan went and presented the idea to a couple of the top ranking girls in the sorority. As Jordan told it, “They looked at me like I was the dumbest man alive and told me they’d enjoy fleecing us out of all that money.” Evidently the sorority girls had just as much faith in their champion as the frat had in me. My interest was now piqued, and it became even more so when I learned from a girl at one of our weekend parties that the Pee Queen had accepted the challenge and was training rigorously for it. Finally it was time for the holding contest. The frat and sorority had spent the last month going back and forth with insults, building up their own champion and proclaiming the superiority of their own gender. With my titanium bladder and lifetime of holding experience, I wasn’t worried in the slightest about losing the challenge. I was just intrigued to see the girl who had been dubbed the Pee Queen, and see how long she could really last. We were originally going to have the contest at a Friday night party at the frat house, but all of the bragging on both sides made sure to expand things – instead of starting on Friday night, we’d meet up and empty our bladders on Friday morning before classes, and then go through the whole day without pissing before having the contest kick into overdrive that night. The girls were actually pushing to move things out even further and have our last pees on Thursday night, but I held firm on the Friday morning start time. “Who knows, this girl might not even make it to the party dry otherwise! They’re talking a big game, but we all know that guys can hold it longer. It won’t matter in the end, so let’s just keep the start time at Friday morning,” I implored to my frat brothers, and they agreed. And so on that fateful Friday morning at 6 am, I found myself being escorted by Jordan, Paul, and a few other early risers to the sorority house, where we would face off with my opponent and take our morning pees – our final ones before the contest got underway. When we entered the sorority house, the girls who were up to see the show began to laugh amongst themselves. It was clear that their confidence in their champion was sky high. Then I heard footsteps coming down the staircase off to the left, and a female’s voice retorted, “Yeah I know it’s the big day! I wouldn’t even bother with a morning piss if you guys weren’t making me! Didn’t even go last night, but that’s never phased me before...” The sorority’s champion was flanked down the steps by two of the upper members of the sorority, Ashley and Emma, two blondes with large racks, fake lashes, and full faces of makeup even at this hour. But my mouth hung open at the sight of the champion. It was Macy, all grown up and so well-developed that for a moment I thought she’d gotten breast and butt implants. Her eyes went wide as well when she saw me, but she kept her stiff upper lip and otherwise gave no indication to any of the girls that she knew who I was. “Ok, you two,” Ashley proclaimed when they had marched Macy down to face the fraternity contingent, “now it’s time for the mother of all pissing contests! With Macy’s superbladder, it may be the most lopsided contest in history, but I hope your boy will compete long enough to make it fun. So here we stand – champion against champion! Pee Queen against Long Pisser! The rules are simple. You’ll both drink the same amount during the day, and we’ll meet up at the fraternity’s party tonight and you’ll keep drinking until someone quits and takes a piss! Now, I think the only way to make it fair is to have the two of you go into the bathroom together to pee at the same time….so off you go, you two! Get to it!” I was taken aback at the idea of having to disrobe and pee in front of Macy. That wasn’t part of the bargain. But she only hesitated for half a second before turning to walk towards the sorority’s first floor bathroom, and so I had no choice but to follow. As soon as the bathroom door shut behind us, I tried to reason with Macy in a low tone, “Macy, you’re the Pee Queen?? Look, I’m sure you’re good at holding it, even better than you were years ago, but let’s give this up. You don’t have to do this.” Macy whipped around to face me at these words, “What’s the matter, Lars? Afraid I’ll humiliate you in front of your new friends?” I stuttered before replying, “No, Macy, I’m not worried about losing, even if you’re my opponent. We both know how strong I am, and I promise you I’ve only gotten stronger since our last meetings all those years back. I don’t want to end up humiliating YOU. Let’s quit now – you can be the Pee Queen at the sorority, and I’ll be the Long Pisser at my frat, and we can both be happy.” Macy’s face turned a shade of red and her eyes began to narrow, “You’re patronizing tone won’t work to get you out of this, Lars. Ever since our contests when we were kids, I’ve been training my bladder for this moment. I’ll hold circles around you, and I’ll hold it even when I’m dying from the pain, and then I’ll take another drink and hold it longer. Of course, I sincerely doubt that you can push me to that point anyway, but just know that I will not quit…..no matter what. I have a whole new life here – I’m well-respected by the girls, I have no equal Lars! And you’re not about to take this from me! You can’t, because my bladder of steel can’t be beaten!” I sighed and tried one final time, “Macy, please, I’ve told you in the past. It’s biology. No matter how hard the greatest girl in the world trains her bladder, the greatest guy in the world will always top her. My bladder is larger, my sphincter muscles are bigger and stronger, and your urethra is so short that if you lose focus even for an instant once you reach max capacity, you’ll leak. We really do not have to go through with this contest. We’ll call it a draw.” “Draw my ass!!” Macy yelled, loud enough that I wondered if everyone outside the door could hear her, “I’ve waited for years to get this opportunity! I’m going to outhold you if it kills me!” Macy stomped to the toilet, pulled down her pajama pants, spread her legs wide, and began pissing a waterfall into the toilet bowl. “Now get over here, whip out that cock, and piss between my legs into the toilet. We have to go at the same time for it to be fair….not that it’ll matter in the end.” I just shook my head, “No it won’t….”, but I dutifully took my position, standing in front of her and letting loose with my own torrent. And that’s where we stayed for the next 5 minutes as our bladders emptied out. Macy was glaring at me in a way I hadn’t experienced before, and I was doing my best to return it. If this was how she wanted it, then I would give it back to her. My pee stream was the one that ended first, and as I dripped dry, Macy gave me a smirk. The implication was clear – she believed her bladder was bigger, and this was exhibit A. Inwardly, I noted that it was more likely that she’d been holding on far longer than me prior to this piss, hence the greater volume, but I decided to let her have this moment. After a further minute, Macy’s thick stream came to a halt as well. We washed our hands and exited the bathroom, and when we were in view of everyone again, Macy called out to her girls, “I pissed a minute longer than the Long Pisser! This contest is already in the bag, girls! Get ready to pay up, gentlemen!” Ashley was standing ready for us, and she gave each of us a bag containing 6 water bottles. “You’ll drink these during classes throughout the day. That’ll keep it even for when we meet up for the real contest tonight.” “With pleasure!” Macy spat, grabbing her bag and earning a cheer from her sisters. Jordan took my bag and handed it to me, and I casually popped open the first bottle and drank down a third of it. When I left for my morning classes, I was accompanied by two sorority sisters, tasked with ensuring that I did not cheat and simply pour the water out somewhere. Similarly, Macy was followed by two of my brothers. So it was for real now – a holding contest years in the making. 14 hours after the contest had started, 8 pm on the dot, the fraternity house opened its doors for the big party, and thus for the continuation of the champion vs champion holding contest. I had finished my water with time to spare in the day, and still felt virtually no urge to urinate despite the 3 liters of water coursing through my system. My brothers that tagged along with Macy had reported back that she too had finished her water a couple hours prior, and besides some cross looks on her face, seemed none the worse for wear. So her bladder had gotten bigger then, because a decade ago this would have been enough to send her scrambling for the toilet after such a long time. Students trickled in for the party, as most were still pre-gaming and chose to be fashionably late. I relaxed and talked aimlessly with a few of my brothers, and at 9 pm Macy finally made her long-awaited arrival. She was accompanied by seemingly the entirety of her sorority, the sisters clearly hell-bent on witnessing their champion’s victory lap. I heard them murmuring about the “Pee Queen”, as despite a definite bulge in her lower abdomen, Macy walked confidently into the building and her whole troop entered right along with her. Ashley was front and center once more, meeting Jordan in the living room of the frat house, where a dance floor had been set up, and more importantly, all of the drinks were sitting in ice tubs in the corner of the room. “Let’s do this!” Ashley declared, and Jordan nodded, “You’re on!”. I was bemused at the thought of each of them saying these things on behalf of Macy and I, but I gazed at Macy’s stern visage briefly and realized that if she found this as ironic as I did, she wasn’t showing it. Within a minute, a bottle of beer was thrust into my hand, and the same happened to Macy. She regarded me with a defiant stare, shrugged her shoulders, and knocked back the bottle in one prolonged swallow. Her sorority sisters cheered, and the majority of the party-goers had begun to mill about and watch this spectacle. Not to be outdone, I also drank down my first bottle, and no sooner had I finished than second bottles were handed to each of us. We kept going, and Macy had been in the frat house for no more than 10 minutes by the time we’d emptied four beer bottles each down our throats, the liquid on its way to bloat out our enormous bladders. Macy strutted about the room with practiced ease, chatting with her sisters, showing no ill effects of the bladder bulge protruding from her midsection. She’d drunk enough to have any other girl hopping frantically for the toilet by now, if not already pissing themselves silly, but Macy was the Pee Queen, after all. Some of my brothers shot me a quick glance to confirm that I was still in good condition, and I waved them away with a smile. A little beer wasn’t going to get the best of me. For about an hour or so, the crowd was watching each of us intently, looking for signs that one of us was about to explode. But it seemed that we were both far too well-trained for that, and slowly the rest of the students began returning to their dancing and drinking. By 11 pm, with no signs of the contest ending, Ashley and Jordan got together for a minute and agreed that the drinking needed to continue. This time I received both a bottle of beer and a large glass of water to combat the onset of drunkenness, and Macy was given the same. I could tell that she was annoyed that the contest was still continuing and that I had not been beaten yet, but she showed no hesitation at drinking down the additional beverages. I followed suit, and once emptied, both the bottle and glass were replaced, and so we each drank down our second beers and waters as well. Then we were allowed to get back to the party, with my frat brothers keeping a watchful eye on Macy for any signs of desperation, while her sisters were doing the same to me. I was still unaffected, but after about 20 minutes I could tell that this punch of liquid had hit Macy’s bladder. It was bulged out more than ever, and she was now walking just a bit stiffly and rocking ever so slightly on her heels when she stood still to chat with someone. Macy hadn’t had a relief in over 17 hours, so she was certainly living up to her name as the Pee Queen, but I expected the contest to end fairly soon now. But as the clock’s hands circled around again and hit midnight, Macy was no worse than she’d been 40 minutes prior, and I overheard her telling a girlfriend, “Lars seriously thinks he can compete with me! What a joke! I tell you, I wouldn’t even dream of pissing right now. A girl can hold it when she has to!” After a further hour, Ashley and Jordan again brought each of us two beers and two glasses of water, and Macy gave me a long stare this time before downing the beverages. By now I felt that I could definitely pee, but it was no problem at all to keep it in, and I could tell that I still held the advantage. By 2 am Macy’s bladder had bloated out well over the waistband of her skintight jeans, and a sour look was stuck on her face at all times. The pressure of 20 hours of pee was making itself known inside her aching bladder, but Macy’s resolve was still too strong, and she continued to act normally despite the flood brewing within her. By 4 am the party had died down, and even the sorority sisters and frat brothers were losing steam. Taking stock of their champions, it was determined that neither Macy nor I was in any position to give up the contest, and so it was proposed that we get to bed and resume things in the morning, with no before bed peeing and no morning pee. Just saying such a thing out loud seemed like madness to the normal-bladdered people in the room, but I agreed and Macy gave a grim nod as well. To prevent any cheating, we both ended up sleeping in one of the double rooms that two of my brothers were gracious enough to lend us for the night. I could tell that Macy was having some trouble dealing with the pressure in her bladder as she tried to relax herself to sleep, but when I started to bring it up she snapped, “Don’t even try it. I’ll outhold you! I’m the Pee Queen and I can always hold it longer! You haven’t even seen close to my limits – to what I’m capable of!” With Macy’s words ringing in my ears, we both drifted off to sleep. The next morning I awoke to increased, but still easily manageable, pressure in my bladder. I turned to the adjacent bed and saw that Macy was stirring as well, and as she rolled over, the covers gave way and I got a glimpse of her bladder, bulging massively over her thin white panties. It was a wonder that the girl’s shorter sphincter muscle had held firm through the night, but Macy opened her eyes and glared at me from across the room, and I knew we weren’t finished yet. It was 9 am, meaning we were each holding in 27 hours of pent up pee, and as Macy dressed, it was clear she was uncomfortable. She was making brief pauses, maybe half a second, in between each movement, a clear sign that she was having to focus some of her energies and concentration on keeping her bladder in check, rather than moving with her normal sense of ease. Beyond a dull ache in my abdomen, I still felt fine, as I was used to holding much more for much longer periods of time than this. The sour look was back on Macy’s face as we went down together to greet the rest of our group. Macy’s sisters had showed up at the crack of dawn, going on only a few hours of sleep in a bid to support their champion. Neither the fraternity brothers nor the sorority sisters seemed able to believe that the contest was still going on, or that both Macy and I appeared as calm as we did after going more than a full day without a bathroom break, but each party agreed that it was because they hadn’t expected the opposing champion to last this long. The sorority still had complete faith in Macy, judging by the looks of envy and compassion they were giving in her direction, just as the fraternity still had confidence in me. We sat for breakfast, and Ashley and Jordan had the bright idea of speeding along the contest by providing us each with a beer to go along with our multiple cups of coffee and orange juice. Neither of us refused the additional liquids, though Macy was casting her eyes in my direction every couple of minutes, searching in vain for signs of bladder fatigue. When I stared back, I could see the signs growing from her. She was shaking a leg every so often, sometimes crossing it over her other leg, sometimes tapping her feet. Her morning bladder was giving her problems and she was doing everything she could to prevent it from being obvious to onlookers. Her sisters hadn’t noticed, and it seemed it was only I that caught on to her increased desperation. After a further two hours and a further pint of beer failed to determine a winner, one of the sorority sisters had the bright idea to have us go into the city and spend the day there, to get us moving and active and speed the contest along. Macy shot the girl a glance that could freeze water in the desert, but the aloof girl didn’t realize and chatted merrily to her friends about her great suggestion. We took the public buses into the city, Macy and I accompanied by a good dozen of the ranking members of our houses, and began to roam the streets. Macy’s eyes searched the skyline for a distraction, and I ran mine up and down her body every few minutes, searching for more signs that she was cracking. She’d needed to stop a few times on the pretext of readjusting her heels, but I noticed her reaching one hand behind her back when she bent down to reach around and cup her vagina from the rear, giving herself a quick squeeze to help with her composure. It was a practiced move, I was sure, one that she’d perfected after many public holds, and surely one that she wouldn’t use unless the situation was becoming dire. As the clock reached and passed noon, the strain on Macy’s face was evident, as 30 hours of piss holding were taking their toll on her feminine body. Though my pressure was building as well, it was nowhere near as bad as hers, and I felt in total control of the load I was containing. We stopped at a cafe for lunch, and Macy grumbled to herself when the waitress placed a large soda in front of her. I had gotten one, and thus Macy was forced to order the same, despite her bladder crying for a respite from the heavy drinking load. Her sisters were still oblivious to her growing desperation, as they chit-chatted absentmindedly about how they were going to win our money and “show up the boys once again”. I finished my meal and drink and gave a sarcastic smile to Macy, whose glass was still half-full. She returned fire with a rotten look of her own, before downing the rest of her soda in defiance and clenching the glass so hard in her fist that I thought she might break it. But then a particularly hard bladder spasm hit her, and Macy was forced to relinquish her hold on the glass so that she could cross her legs over one another and squirm for relief. Then we were up, continuing our tour of the city, moving at a slightly slower pace than in the morning, because Macy was no longer walking with the same energy she had earlier. Her body was beginning to plead for surrender, her considerable limits no longer appearing to be as limitless as she had proclaimed them to be, but Macy was true to her word – she was not a quitter. She steeled herself with resolve I didn’t know she possessed, and we continued onward without her showing any further signs of need. Finally, when street lights began to turn on due to darkness, close to 7 pm, we all boarded buses back to campus, this time arriving at the sorority house around 8. Macy and I were now containing 38 hours of piss in our overstretched bladders, and while I could still hold more in my prodigious male bladder, I wasn’t as confident in my female opponent. Soon after returning to the sorority house, Macy had begun to shake her legs more pointedly, and now people were noticing. Worse, she was not immediately able to stop this motion on command. She was also walking more stiffly than ever, bending forward slightly to accommodate her enormous bladder, which was now bulging ridiculously outwards in front of her. The swell of her abdomen reached to her navel, her fit abs now hidden behind a painfully full bladder in need of release. The girls were beginning to whisper, with the Pee Queen looking quite in need of peeing, while I was still able to get by with showing only minimal signs of need. “You won’t beat me – this girl isn’t peeing before you do. Not a single drop is coming out, do you understand??” Macy said suddenly, and while her posture was directed at me, I got a sense that she was saying the words as much to her rebelling bladder as to me. Some of my brothers got us snacks and beers to wash them down, and while Macy looked like the last thing she wanted to do on this earth was drink the beer, she saw me swallowing mine down and did the same. Soon after I detected a frantic wave of desperation overtake Macy, but instead of giving in, the girl shut her eyes, tensed herself as hard as she could, pouring all of her concentration into bladder control, and after 30 seconds she was able to ease up and continue holding. Again, I was impressed by her steadfast desire to remain in the contest. Her willpower was such that I was sure she would not give in until her muscles were completely overwhelmed and the choice was out of her hands. We drank beer after beer as evening turned into night, our brothers and sisters cheering us on. Macy appeared unwilling to continue with each emptied bottle, but whenever I would ask for another from a mate, she would grit her teeth and follow suit. Our bladders appeared so full it was obscene, the unnatural orbs encompassing the whole of our abdomens. We were overhydrated to the point that I could nearly feel the new beer piss streaming into my stretched out tank mere minutes after it was drunk. Macy’s concentration had become so intense to combat her dire need to urinate that I detected a vein throbbing on her forehead when her hair was parted just so. Beer number 6 was completed at 11 pm, and shortly thereafter Macy let out a frustrated, pained shriek as her bladder cramped painfully, trying to force out its overdue load. Macy had no choice but to double cross her legs and jam her fingers into her groin, kneading her pussy for a full minute before shakily removing her hands. To my surprise, she was still dry. Macy’s sorority sisters were now chattering more frequently, becoming truly fearful of defeat in this battle of champions. My frat bros, on the other hand, were gloating incessantly amongst each other, as my incredible bladder was full, but I was still quite far from the desperation on display from my rival. As Macy began to pee dance, her control wavering, I caught a glimpse of her blown out bladder, and it was now so large and stretched that the skin of her lower belly was turning a light pink. Her female body, however powerful, was being pushed further than it could handle, her weaker sphincter unable to deal with the boundless pressure, while my strong male body was still able to adequately cope. Somehow Macy struggled onward, and by midnight she had yet to concede. However, both her sorority sisters and my frat brothers were exhausted, feeling the effects of such a late night the day before. And so the party finished, and for the second night, Macy and I retired to a bedroom unrelieved. When we entered the room and shut the door, I turned to find Macy marching in place to maintain what little control she had left over her short sphincter muscle. “Look, your bladder is simply containing too much, whether you want to admit it or not. It’s clear who is winning this, and it’s the same as every other time we’ve done this,” I told her with exasperation creeping into my voice. Macy shot me a deadly look, but she could not stop marching as she spat back, “I don’t care how I look right now! I WILL hold it! I’m stronger than you, you’ll see! It’s impossible, I can’t lose control!” With a monumental effort, the girl stopped her pee dance and stood straight, sweat now pouring down her face, her bladder just totally maxed out in her abdomen. And so we got into bed, and while I fell asleep within minutes, I could only imagine how much sleep Macy would manage to get, such was her complete inability to relax, lest she flood the room with stinking piss. I was awakened by the combination of my throbbing bladder, and an incessant rustling coming to my side. With bleary eyes, I checked my phone – 6 am. 48 hours without a piss, and I could now say that I really needed one. All the beers were making my bladder ache. But that rustling….I turned my head and saw Macy, against all odds still dry, but positively writhing next to me, kicking her legs and pulling full force on her panty-clad vagina with both hands. Her face was streaked in sweat, her body covered in it, her hair matted against her forehead, and she stared back at me with wild, unfocused eyes. “Caaaaan’t hold iiiiiiitttttt…...” she moaned pathetically, and yet she continued to do just that. She continued to deny her female body the one thing it wanted more than anything else, which was to hose down the entire room with what was surely a gallon of pent up piss. I was certain that when she erupted, her stream would be similar to a bathtub faucet. I muttered this imagery to her, eliciting a long moan and more frantic kicking, her enormous bladder quivering. It appeared to be made of iron, as despite Macy’s rapid movement, the unfathomable bulge in her abdomen remained as still as a rock. I was sure it was twice as hard, but I was also sure that touching it may have dire consequences. What was not made of iron, however, was Macy’s bladder sphincter muscle. While it was a good imitation, as it had to have been for her to last 48 hours with an unspeakable amount of drinking, now the facade of the girl who never needed to pee was broken, with Macy needing both hands and as much frantic movement as she could muster to provide the necessary backing for her twitching, nearly unclenching sphincter. The muscle was exhausted by yesterday afternoon, having to work overtime and overload to hold her mammoth piss at bay. By now, 48 hours after we began this dreaded contest, exhausted did not properly describe it. Emaciated. Fatigued. Debilitated. Her bladder sphincter, for all is strength, was pure and simply done. I sat up with a groan and started putting my jeans on over the boxers that I’d slept in. “Ready to call it quits yet?” I asked in a sighing tone. Macy shot me a glare so fierce I nearly recoiled, but she could only hold her gaze for a second before another wave of bladder agony ripped through her. With a muffled scream, she followed my lead in standing from the bed, and despite having one leg crossed over the other so far that she was leaning almost parallel to the floor, she began trying to slide some shorts on over her panty-clad bum. She got them on, tried to stand straight, and immediately doubled over like she’d been shot with a cannonball. ‘No,’ I reasoned to myself, ‘the cannonball in her abdomen is just her overloaded bladder.’ Macy’s face was beet red, holding with all of her power, shaking from the effort. “I’ve…...I’ve worked so hard…..” her voice came out as a whisper. I could barely hear her, and it seemed only fitting to bless my ears with my rival’s admission of defeat. And so I walked stiffly over to her, inwardly admiring the intensely swollen state she’d managed to drive her bladder to achieving. ‘Pretty damn good for a girl,’ I had to admit to myself. I leaned in, bringing my face closer to both hers and her behemoth of a bladder, due to her doubled over position. Both hands were grasping between her legs to provide any semblance of control, but her fingers and thighs were quivering uncontrollably. “I’ve…...I’ve tried…….I built my reputation on this…….on always being able…...to hold it. The girls…..they respected me…….they looked up to me. And now…...YOU…..ALWAYS YOU…..you’re going to ruin it for me…...I want to so badly…….but I…..I can’t hang on…...I’m going to piss….” There it was. The admission I wanted came succinctly from Macy’s stuttering lips. The admission she’d never even made when we were growing up. The admission that I could outhold her. It was a triumphant moment. And yet…..as I looked at Macy, nearly in tears from the effort she was putting forth and the emotion of knowing what this defeat meant to her, I felt no triumph. No joy. It was a hollow victory. And so I stood in indecision for a minute, never letting my eyes leave Macy and her crumbling control. Harder she grasped, harder she fought, but her bladder was now at the point where it NEEDED relief. Peeing was necessary and there was no other option. “Gahhhhhhhh!” Macy whimpered as the strongest bladder contraction yet washed over her. She withstood it, somehow, on will alone, but a second later her bladder was rocked with another one, and another. It had reached the absolute limits of its capacity, and from her shorts I saw a droplet of urine break through and crash to the floor. Then another. And another. Her hands were still pressed against her crotch as tight as a vice, but the droplets became a pitter-patter. In another few seconds it was a soft stream. Macy’s face was now red not only from effort but from embarrassment, and from shame. She had lost. And in that moment, I took pity on her, and I knew what I had to do. Without even taking my pants down, I let go of my hold over my own iron bladder, and a torrent of piss began to spurt forth, soaking my pants in seconds and pooling on the floor around me. I was still staring directly at Macy’s face, and I could see her blink a few times in confusion at the puddle that was now creeping closer to her feet. But then the sound of my release overwhelmed her senses and with another “Ughhhhh!” the dam broke and Macy’s piss began to rocket out of her in earnest. Our two floods ran forth and mixed in an instant, the amount of piss we had contained in our bodies surpassing any normal healthy amount. After perhaps 30 seconds, Macy had recovered enough from the orgasmic feelings of relief coursing through her body to ask me, “…….What are you doing?…..” It was such an innocent, genuinely confused question, and for a moment it was difficult to keep from chuckling at the thought of just standing and making normal conversation with my great rival, all the while piss continued to flow freely from us and spread across the floorboards. And so I told her, “Macy…….this means more to you than to me. So you can win. Tell them I pissed myself as soon as I woke up, and then you pissed right next to me to show just how much bigger your bladder is. You’re the Pee Queen.” And with that, I cut my flow, having thoroughly drenched everything from the waist down, and walked towards the bedroom door. I grabbed the doorknob, but before turning it, I craned my neck back to the direction of Macy. Her mouth was hanging open, still not believing the situation in front of her and the sacrifice of pride I had just made. Piss still leaving her body at a rapid pace and no indication of when her mammoth bladder would finally empty out for good. And I whispered one final thing, “But so you know…….I’m still the Long Pisser, and I think I’m entitled to a rematch down the road….” My eyes stayed on her a second longer, just enough time to see her lips mouthing “Thank you” as she continued to gaze at me in glassy astonishment. And then I turned to face the world for the first time in a new way – as a man who had wet himself. Who had lost control of his bladder. Who came in second place in a holding contest. I took a breath and threw open the door. In the living area of the sorority house, I found a few members of my frat, still passed out from the night of drinking. It was devilishly early, but it was what it was. So I roused them, and when their eyes got wide and confused at the sight of my sopping pants, I told them curtly, “I lost. Couldn’t hold it. Turns out she’s the Pee Queen after all. Come on, let’s go. We’re gonna have to start raising money as soon as possible to cover all the beer these girls drink in a semester.’ With my pants dripping urine behind me, the frat guys all left that morning with bleary eyes. I left technically as a loser, but as we walked down the road, I heard a faint, high pitched cheer coming from the awakening girls in the sorority house, no doubt having been informed of the victory of Macy – the Undefeated Pee Queen, and I decided I’d never felt more at peace with losing.
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  17. i'm not sure if people on here are very interested in male wetting stories but i though i would post anyways. it started when i went on a little walk around 12 ish at night, there was also a light drissle of rain but not too much, i was also wearing some new super black jeans (the type where you only see the glissening but not really the wetness). At first i wasn't planning on wetting as i had gone to the toilet right before going on the walk, but the temptation for wetting these pants where you can't see the pee while it's raining and dark out was too big. throughout the walk i managed to lett out two small leaks and one bigger one but that was it. When i came home i noticed that the pee stains where impossible too notice which just made me want to experiment more. I quickly drank 5 big glasses of water and watched some wetting videoes to make myself need to go. about 30 minutes later i went out for a new trip to try again, this time with a much fuller bladder. First i walked towards the mailboxes and slowly let out a few spurts of pee, at the mailboxes i stood still and let out a bigger spurt off pee and started walking away again while still peeing. at this point my bladder felt pretty empty so i started going back to the house, but before going in again i wanted to go to the garage and see if i could force out some more. After standing still and relaxing in the garage i suddenly felt a big urge too pee that i knew would be too much to pee inside the garage (since it would get on the floor and smell). Then I decided to walk a little further to the end of the street where there was this bench tucked away from the houses in the dark. Since i didn't want to get any pee in my shoes i decided to sit down on the bench and pee. Sitting on the bench i completely let go and filled my pants with my warm pee completely soaking my ass and thighs. since i had drank so much i peed for a good while, probably 15 seconds. i have tried wetting in public before but not like this, it was amazing. when i stood up from the bench the pee trapped in my pants trickled down and completely soaked the lower part of my legs and pants, luckily only a little got into my shoes but my socks were definitely wet. on my way back home i noticed that since i had peed so much you could definitely still see the glissening from all the pee in my pants. i decided to walk on the other side of where the street lights were so no one in the neighborhood that was still up would notice my pee pants. at home i quickly went into the shower so no one would notice my activites. before showering i did end up peeing quite a bit more, this time standing up and feeling the warm pee rush down my legs. all in all it was an amazing experience, i would upload pictures but i'm a bit weary of having stuff like this on my phone and chances are that you wouldn't see it much anyway.
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  19. View File ⭐ Naughty Pee Couple Part 2 - Naughty Boy Wets His Boxers During Handjob By Girlfriend *Nudity* After I peed myself all over him, it's my time to have a little fun with him now 😉 As he was really desperate to pee, I slowly tease his boner through his boxers as he slowly wets himself into my hands 💦 He really had to go and omg it's so hot feeling him let go into my hands like that as I rub and tease him through his boxers like a naughty boy! Then after he has finally let it all go, I finish him off with a slow, teasing handjob and bring him to orgasm! This is our first time filming some of our more intimate and very kinky moments like this. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did feeling sl that wetness spread through my fingers 😍❤ Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 05/17/2021 Category AliceWetting  
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  20. View File dildoing while desperate Short vid of a desperate hot girl fucking herself with a dildo. Love the little squirts. Submitter john ddoeodoe Submitted 05/17/2021 Category Female  
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  22. Thanks! For the record, my personal preferences do not run that way *at all*. Though I know some people quite like it :) And it was a bit of something a little bit different for me to write. But... prolly not again :P
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  23. I was 17 or 18, and tired of having to wash my sheets all the time ever since I began losing bladder control at age 14. Tried some Goodnites for Teen Girls, and (pun intended) slept like a baby the next time I wet the bed.
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  24. Next one I only made a few small changes. Desperation story, but it is also a giantess fantasy bit. Enjoy! Much shorter than the last one, thankfully. -------------------------- Ascending the Throne by FUBOT Giantess, Desperation, Wetting, Female. “No, stop!” Gregory shouted as he approached the horrifying scene in front of him. It was a giantess. Not a common sight, but not a welcome one either. She loomed above the treetops, tall enough to leisurely look over rooftops. “Out of my way, little man,” She said to one of a pair of soldiers blocking the path. She lifted up her bound fist as if to squash a bug, and the men dove out of the way just in time to avoid the ground being dented where they once stood. “Please,” Gregory said, “Stop! Madam, please.” The giantess looked over, and then stood back to her full height. Gregory cleared his throat, stood as erect as he could. She was a giant all right, in more than just her height. Her clothing was a scant tarp around her nethers, and a thick leather that hung down just enough to keep some of her breasts hidden. She looked like she was in need of a bath, and her hair was braided up with skeletons that Gregory hoped weren’t human. Still, he had a job to do. “Madam, the land beyond this line are the dedicated fields of her majesty, the queen. Now I know you don’t mean harm…” “You don’t know that,” Said the giantess. Lahma, the giantess, didn’t like how uppity humans were. It was like they thought just because there were so many of them, they got to own a lot more land. It didn’t matter if they moved into some giant’s land, took their fields, they would go on and on about some leader here or there that gave them permission. It made her tired, when it didn’t make her angry. At the moment, she didn’t have time for either. She put her hands on her hips, and hoped the little man would realize she wasn’t going to stand around all day for him. “Well,” He said, “That said, I still cannot let you pass. The farmland here is delicate, and the crop is necessary to sustain the realm.” “Says who?” Lahma asked, gritting her teeth. Gregory sighed, “The queen.” “Yeah?” Lahma said as she kneeled down to look at the little man, “Who died and left her in charge?” Gregory looked between his fellow soldiers, “Well, that would be his majesty, the king, Cornelius the third, may he rest in peace.” Lahma frowned, and narrowed her eyes at the little man, “I don’t like you.” Lahma squeezed her thighs together. She had another problem to deal with, and it had nothing to do with little human men trying to get in her way. She came all this way for a reason. There was a field next to a lake up ahead. It was a beautiful little spot, with plenty of deer to snatch up and take home for dinner. More importantly, it was a good place to deal with a personal issue. “Don’t matter,” Lahma said as she stood again, “I’m going to the far field. Shames on you for building your dinky little fields in my path.” She lifted her leg, and the men all pulled their pikes ready to stop her. She knew from experience, they did a number on your feet. She pulled her foot back to the ground, and tried not to visibly shift too much. “Madam,” Gregory said, “Please, can you not just go around? The fields only go on for-” “Lahma,” She said. “What?” “Lahma’s my name, not madam. And no, I can’t go around.” This was because of all the ale she had the night before, and she knew it. Her and Golyat were out drinking, and that old oaf let her have more than her fair share. She should have planned her trip better, knowing she was going through more human territory, but she didn’t expect the urge to come on so suddenly. She kept her thighs pressed tight, but for the moment, she was sure she could make it to the field. There she would flood the river, as the saying went, then pick up something for dinner. If these humans would just get out of her way. “Why?” Gregory asked. She was snapped back to the real world by his simple question. Gregory knew giants were stubborn, but this was just ridiculous. She came stomping through here, and risked angering the queen just for an easy travel path? That didn’t make any sense. “What?” Lahma asked. “Why can’t you go around?” Did she blush? The woman was so large, and she had so much exposed skin, it was odd to think anything could put her out of sorts. Still, he was sure he saw it, for just a moment. “Is a secret,” she snapped. Gregory looked to his men, then took a deep breath. This was going to take some work. “Can you just tell me?” The giantess looked down at him, and seemed to think about it. Then she went down to one knee, the impact shaking the ground beneath them. Her hand came out, and with all of his mustered courage, Gregory stepped onto her palm. His stomach shifted as she lifted him up. He rose so high, at first he was afraid he would be out of breath. Then she brought him up, and placed him on her shoulder. From that distance, she didn’t look nearly as terrifying. Even if he was now sure those were human bones decorating her hairstyle. Her face had freckles of brown across the top of her cheeks, and her lips would have looked enticing, on a woman of proper size. “Now,” Gregory shouted, “What is this secret that requires you to prance about the queen’s fields?” “You don’t need to shout,” Lahma said, so loud at that proximity that he had to cover his ears, “I can hear you just fine from here.” “Accepted,” He said, “But please whisper, or you’ll deafen me.” Lahma smiled, and giggled. The motion nearly shook him free from her shoulders, but it was actually a quaint noise. “Well,” She said in a lower voice, “It ain’t none of your men’s business, but I’ve lady business to attend to. Ain’t proper to do it here where it has nowhere to escape to. The field and river is the quickest through here.” Gregory knew of the field, him and his promised had picnicked there once. He would have to remember to avoid it in the future. He cleared his throat, “Oh,” He said, “Well I am sure a lady of your stature can manage to contain yourself for the journey around these fields. I know the quickest journey is the easiest but-” “I don’t think you’re paying attention buddy,” Lahma said, a brush of red passing over her cheeks, “I may not be one of your frail human tarts, but I’m doing all I can not to drown your boys down there as we speak. All I want is to cut through, so I can do my business in peace.” She pouted, and the mix of frustration and anger on her face made Gregory cough and turn away from her to lessen any physical reaction from himself. “Sorry,” He said, “I didn’t realize. I’m sure we can find a solution.” “Like letting me through,” She said, then whispered even lower, “please.” Her whole body shifted, and Lahma wondered if he could feel the tension in her shoulders. Her whole body was squeezed tight. The longer this conversation went on, the worse it was getting. “I know,” He said, “If you let me direct you from here, we can stay on the path, and nullify any damage to the crops.” “That sounds like I get to walk through,” Lahma said, her face twisting up into a hopeful grin. “Indeed.” “He says I get to go through boys,” Lahma shouted down, “Lower your pokers, I’m coming in.” She started walking, and the men cleared out of the way. It felt good to be moving again, but it reminded her exactly how much she had to go. As her thighs slid along each other, she found herself shortening her steps. It felt like if she went too fast, something might slip out. “Slower,” Gregory said, “By her majesty, those are irrigation ditches on the sides of the path. Please, try to walk single file.” She looked down and saw what he meant. On each side they had the land divided up. All sorts of equipment and ditches were on either side, with a path through that could probably only hold two or three humans side to side. “Right,” She said, “I just… it is getting a little difficult.” The idea of letting go was invading her mind. That unfortunate mental picture of perfect release. Sitting on the bank of an ocean, your piss fighting back the waves as it came pouring free in thick streams. She stopped in place, a painful urge overcoming her. Her feet placed together, and she squeezed her hand into her crotch. “Are you okay?” Gregory asked, looking around to shoo away his soldiers. She looked at the little man on her shoulder, “Of course I’m not, I’ve gotta piss.” He put his hands up, “Sorry, just, keep moving when you can.” She fought off the pounding waves in her bladder, then took another cautious step. It was fine, the urge subsided. Now all she had to do was go back to avoiding the little men’s fields. “Just a question,” Gregory said, now sitting on her shoulder, “Exactly how much do you… you know, when you do.” It wasn’t a question she wanted to think about. Just filling in his missing words made her muscles ache. It felt like her lower half was going to explode, a pressure built up to the point that everything felt sore. “Well,” Lahma said, “If you want any of these crops to come to harvest healthy, you will make sure I make it across.” Gregory’s eyes grew, and he looked ahead of them frantically. “The tower,” He said, “That marks the halfway point. You are doing great, Lahma.” She saw what he meant. The trail widened ahead, and a tower of stone was built there to look out over the area. Likely they wanted to watch out for hobgoblins or brigands, as if that wasn’t redundant. The tower took her back. When she lived in the high mountains, there was a city there for giant folk. Large enclosures, buffet tables and beds made for her kind to use. There was even a large watered bowl set up in a closet. They called it the throne, on a lark. She remembered seating herself there, and enjoying the beautiful trickling sound as her piss swirled down the pipe in the middle. The urge struck again, so hard that she had to stop mid step. She bent over at the waist, her hands digging in between her thighs to do whatever she could to hold back the tide. “Come on Lahma,” Gregory said in her ear, “You are a strong woman, you can do this. For both our sakes.” She was weakening, and she knew it. A warm jet hit her fingers, and she gasped in panic. She fell to her knees, digging her heel into her crotch as she fought back as best she could. She was already wetting herself, this couldn’t get much worse. Lahma felt a strange tickle down her back, as Gregory made his way from her bent position to the ground. “I’ll clear the path ahead,” He shouted as he ran from her, “Be strong!” She wasn’t strong, she pulled her fingers from her groin and saw they were slightly moist. She had leaked, even if just a little. There was no doubt about it. Which meant she didn’t have the time to make the second half. She looked back at the tower, and thought again of the throne. Lifting herself up, Lahma took the few steps to the human tower, and saw that it wasn’t all that different from the throne. A little thicker in the middle, but there was a drain there at the top, and the lip would help it all go down. Another wave made her squeeze her thighs together, and she made her choice. Lahma turned around, and planted her rear on top of the tower. It groaned a little with the impact, but she was sure it would hold. Humans were at least good for their sturdy buildings. Inside, Gregory was cursing to himself as he made his way up the stairwell of the tower. He could hear his men screaming and running around, but there wasn’t much to tell them. He was facing a situation he had never faced before. A young man named Christopher ran into him on his way down, “Captain, there is a giant fanny on the roof!” Gregory put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Son, lock every window and door on your way down. Then get out.” The boy took a breath, “Yes sir.” Gregory climbed to the roof, and opened the hatch to be greeted by a pair of gigantic pussy lips nestled between an enormous ass. He cleared his throat, “Lahma! Don’t do this!” Near her massive lower lips more light peeked into the space, and Gregory ran over there. Looking up to see Lahma’s contorted face. “Oh,” She said, “Hey there, what was your name again little man?” “Captain Gregory,” He said, “Of her majesty’s army. Lahma, you will not relieve yourself in this tower. We have stored seeds and tools in here, you said you were going to the far side.” Lahma squeezed herself so hard it hurt. Her hand mostly blocked out the view of Gregory, but she could still hear him, just barely. His words made her want to rethink her idea, but she knew something he couldn’t realize without being in her position. It was too late, now that she was seated there and ready to go. There was no way she would make it anywhere further than a few paces. “I wish,” She said, “This spot will have to do.” “Lahma,” Gregory shouted, “You said it yourself. You aren’t some frail human tart, you are a giantess. Surely you can make it to the field. You’re a large and, if I may say so, beautiful woman. Don’t do this.” It wasn’t every day that a little human man complimented you, especially not while you were trying your hardest not to wet yourself like some newborn. She didn’t want to ruin their seeds, especially after Gregory had let her through without too much of a fight. It was going back on her word, and giants didn’t go back on their word (without proper incentive). Then she felt a hot burst of moisture, and heard the patter against the top of the tower. A shiver went up her spine, she was reaching her limit. “I can’t hold it,” Lahma whispered, “Shit, you’re just cute enough that I wish I could.” “Let me think of a plan,” Gregory shouted, “Please. Just give me a little time.” Lahma looked down, “A plan like what?” Gregory looked around, “A… giant nappy?” The pressure was becoming too much, and Lahma felt a strange chill as a longer burst struck the top of the tower like a burst pipe releasing its load. “Shit,” Lahma whispered as she tried to stop the flow, “Shit, shit.” It finally subsided, but now there was a patter, she was leaking drips. “Gregory,” Lahma shouted, “You should run.” Gregory cursed, and then ran for the door. He made it to the steps, before he heard a roaring sound above him. It turned to the sound of a tide. On the roof, Lahma’s whole body quivered as the torrent left her. It was a relief like she had never felt before. Every muscle in her body relaxed, and she let out a sigh that echoed across the fields. She could hear the sound of her piss hitting the tower, ripping at the stones, crashing down the stairs. It was almost arousing. The whole thing made her red in the face, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she let all the stress wash away with whatever was in the human tower. There was the distant sound of screaming inside, and men were fleeing around her feet. The flow reduced down to a trickle, then to the occasional drip. Then, she was dry. Finally, she felt like a normal giant, and not a giant ball of water and ale. She felt too exhausted to even stand. There was a touch between her legs, something small prodding her sensitive lips in a way that made her bite her lip before she thought to open her legs. “Gregory?” She said looking down. There was the little man, with a large pole reaching out to her. “Sorry,” He said, “I had to get your attention.” She smiled at him, “Well that is definitely one way. Sorry I couldn’t make it, but hey, I didn’t destroy your crops.” “No, you didn’t,” He said, his eyes seeming a little distracted, “Plus, I can at least call this a unique experience.” She reached down and picked him up, lifting him up to her shoulder. His armor and leathers were soaked through, but he didn’t seem too bad off. “Liked the view, eh?” She said with a smirk, “You wouldn’t be the first, though usually I’m putting stuff in instead of letting stuff out.” Gregory sputtered. But she could see the red in his cheeks. Lahma bursted out laughing, “I might have to come visit you little boys again.”
    2 points
  25. Dust

    The only sound in the car was a radio ad, for truck tires or something. Taylor was staring at him. Jake felt a cold little knot of fear form in his chest. Had this been the right time? There was never a right time, but there were definitely better and worse times. Was this a worse time? She looked like she was thinking, like she was trying to write an essay or something. Could he play it off as a joke? No, he was in too deep for that. She hadn’t said no, exactly. She hadn’t said anything. He turned back to the road, noticed his foot pressing the accelerator, forced himself to lift off the pedal, be cool, be cool. “Why do you want that?” Taylor said, looking very serious. “For me to pee myself, I mean.”, she added. Jake gave a little nervous laugh. “It’s not like a thing I have or anything,” he said, “I just thought we could try it just- I don’t know.” “I’ll try it.”, Taylor said. “I don’t know if I can, y’know, do it, in front of somebody, but I’ll try it.” Jake let out a breath. “Okay, good. Thanks.” He licked his teeth for a moment. “You want me to change the music, or anything?” “No.”, Taylor said. She leaned her seat back a bit, found an angle that felt right. If she lifted her hips a little, it was like she could actually feel her bladder, a little tense balloon inside her, but otherwise it just felt like an ache, a continuous pressure. She’d gone through all the initial stages at the restaurant- the first insistent tingle that you could ignore till it went away, then the slight “reminder” urge, then that swelling feeling that told you the real game was about to start. When they’d stood up to leave the table, she’d had to clench her muscles a bit, but then Jake had already been moving, and she didn’t know where the bathrooms were, and and and… Well, she could have asked Jake to wait. She could hold it for the thirty-minute drive back to the house, anyway. It felt almost… better this way. She wasn’t some little miserable thing at the mercy of fate, she was holding it because she chose to. When they got home, she could choose to wet her panties for Jake, or piss in the toilet, or keep holding it (obviously, not forever, but hey, maybe for a while). She smiled, uncrossed her legs, and spread them a little, felt the urge increase. Her choice. She felt a little flutter in her chest, had to clench her muscles a little harder. She still felt the tequila in the margaritas, like a warm fog over her whole body. She could sure as hell feel the rest of the margaritas, too, as her kidneys were furiously reminding her, but the alcohol helped, that sort of warm indifference that told you you’d be fine if you had four beers than stood in the front row at a concert for three hours, then loosened your inhibitions enough that the desperate pissing behind someone’s car door afterwards because you knew after one look you weren’t going to be able to hold it for the whole bathroom line didn’t feel shameful until afterwards. She thought about that, that incredibly intense relief, then sat up, readjusted the seat, pressed her thighs together and grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands. “You alright?” Jake asked. She smiled again- “I’m fine.” Within another ten minutes, she was rocking back and forth, slightly but constantly. She didn’t think her bladder could fill up this fast. She felt a little more sober now, and her bladder felt stretched, bursting, like both those fucking bottomless margaritas were just sitting down there, in storage- which was exactly true, if you thought about it. Taylor looked at Jake, saw him staring fixedly at the road, and jammed a hand against her crotch hard, let out a little involuntary sigh. The house couldn’t be that much further, could it? She looked back at Jake. “How much longer?” Taylor asked, her voice strained. Jake looked over, looked back at the highway. “About ten more minutes.”, he said. “Okay,” Taylor said, “right when we get there let’s um, let’s do it. I’m ready.” Jake tapped a few fingers against the steering wheel. “Well, we don’t necessarily have to rush.” The last ten minutes dragged by. Her urge seemed to have plateaued at “my pelvis is an aquarium but there aren’t any leaks”, and Taylor quietly thanked God or Buddha or whoever dealt with that sort of thing. She heard the highway change to gravel, felt a slight déjà vu, almost laughed but thought better of it. Jake parked the car, shut his door, came around and opened hers. She stepped out, straightened up to do so, got both feet on the ground and immediately bent forward again, hand under her dress, two fingers pressing hard, no shame anymore. She looked up at Jake. “So, should I just, do it here, or something?” Taylor asked. Jake focused on breathing. Look at her. Just fucking look at her. Her whole body crying out, her controlling it, looking at him, pleading, “Am I allowed to do it here? Do I have permission to do it here?” He looked at Taylor, really looked. Her hair long, brushed, glossy, falling over her shoulders. The dark, supple leather of the jacket over her slim shoulders, the red sundress with the tiny little flower pattern bunched up where her arm reached underneath trying to physically control herself, to force herself to hold on. Her pale thighs- were they already a little wet? Was that why she was so eager? Her brown eyes with that slight hint of green, looking at him, begging. “I’m grateful for this, you know,” he said, “and I need you to listen to me very carefully.” “Look around,” he said. Taylor glanced around at the horizon, looked back at him, biting just a little into her lip. “You want to pee, right Taylor?” She nodded. “Can you say it? Can you say that’s what you want to do?” “I want to go pee,” she said, eyes deer-in-the-headlights wide, the hand in her crotch moving a little, rubbing, “Okay,” Jake said, “if that’s what you want, squat down, here.” Taylor took her hand away from between her legs, crossed them tightly and bent down a little. She stepped a little to the side, then squatted down, her bladder protesting the compression and surging towards the anticipated relief. She reached for her panties, breathed in… “I said squat, not pee.” Jake said. Taylor clenched her bladder muscles with everything she had, both hands diving for her crotch. She looked up at Jake. “Get on your knees.” Jake said. She slowly adjusted herself forward onto her knees, one hand steadying herself against the car, the other now inside her panties pressing directly against her outlet. Jake took a step closer, put a hand on her head, ran it through her hair, withdrew it. “Do you want to pee, Taylor?” “Yes.”, she said, trembling. He thrust his hand into his jeans, fiddled with the button and zipper with the other, finally managed to stuff his already stiff member out through the fly of his slightly tattered boxers. He parted her lips with his left hand, guided his cock between them with the right. He closed his eyes. “Then let go, babe,” he said, “just let go.” She did. She unclenched her muscles, reached up and grabbed the car door handle, licked around the tip of Jake’s cock and pissed. She could hear it splashing on the gravel and she knew it was probably going to fuck up her sandals and she didn’t care and her other hand was rubbing her clit and her piss was on her fingers and he was in her mouth and she closed her eyes and she didn’t know if she was going to cry or come or what but fuck it was cold. She could taste a little precum and she laughed a little on the inside and this thing wasn’t going to be very good if it made him into a one-pump-chump and he was saying something but she didn’t care. He put one arm out, both, leaned against the car, moaned. He could hear her stream hitting the ground and he could feel her tongue caressing him and he could feel the cold metal of the car on his fingers and the cold night air on his neck and he could feel everything. Fuck fuck fuck he couldn’t tell if he was saying it or thinking it this whole thing was so fucked oh God. He felt his cock tense, felt his load shooting out, felt like it was goddamn ripping through him. He stumbled back, sat down, laid back, felt a little piss on his ankles didn’t care. She crawled towards him, panties abandoned somewhere by the car, straddled his face, her hair hanging down in his eyes and her dress going every which way and then the smell of piss and her sweet mound. He tongued her lips with abandon, got one hand around and grabbed her ass, the other reaching up, just grazing a nipple, found it, running light circles with the thumb. He felt her shudder- really felt it, pussycat got your tongue, hah, and she slid off him and her sandal damn near kicked him in the balls and then they were lying there side by side kissing, just kissing. There was a long silence. The stars twinkled overhead- always so many stars, in the desert. “We’re going to hell for that.” Taylor said. “Yep.” Jake replied. “I was joking,” Taylor said, “are you joking?” “Still worth it.” he said. With some difficulty, he hefted himself up onto his elbows, looked over at Taylor. “It is goddamn cold, though, and as the gentleman I have to offer you the first shower.” ------------ (wanted to put this at the end of the chapter so it wouldn't break up the flow, but bonk I send myself to horny jail)
    2 points
  26. I'm pretty sure my bf knows about my pee kink lol. Either that or he's kind of into it himself. Most likely he just figured out I'm into it. I was so scared to let him know because I was embarrassed and thought he would find it gross, so this experience from a couple nights ago is actually kind of amazing to me. Anyways, this story has lots of explicit sexual details, so if you don't want that then probably go to a different post. We were having drinks the other night and getting naughty af, and among other fun things we did that weren't squirt/pee related, we DID end up doing something you guys might find interesting. So like I said, we were pretty drunk and having fun. We were in the middle of having sex when he said he needed to go pee, "hang on a sec." This happens sometimes during sex, he'll have to pee and can't hold it til we're done. He might have peed a little bit in my pussy one time, but that's a different story. Anyways I kind of had to go too so I just got up and followed him, assuming he'd pee first and then let me go. But this time he stepped back from the toilet and was like, "nah you can go first." We were both naked and he had his dick out right in front of me, so he got me to suck it while I was on the toilet. The thing was though, it took me a moment before I could let go, mainly because he was watching (and because I was trying to suck dick at the same time lol 🤣). But then I started peeing and he kinda moaned and went "Ugh that's so fucking hot..." I stopped peeing after a bit even though I knew my bladder wasn't totally empty yet. It's just harder than I thought to go pee when someone is right there in front of me! I got up and he immediately started playing with my pussy, still dripping with pee, while I washed my hands. He peed quick and then bent me over the sink counter. Here's the part where I pee on his face! Normally during rough sex, I will squirt if he fucks me hard and pulls out really fast. And my bladder still had some pee in it. Well. I was spraying like a goddamn FOUNTAIN all over his dick, my legs, and the floor. After a few times, he would pull out and put his face down by my pussy so that I could spray all over it. He had to have known there was SOME pee involved. And he loved it, all over his face. He was soaked! We had to have a shower after that, even though I already gave him one! 😂
    2 points
  27. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ze3AuywYdyE She holds for appx 40 min after drinking 2 litres of water (here is her filming herself drinking said 2L). No wetting (obvs because YT), but her holding and shaking are great. Hope others enjoy just as I did. Cheers! At one point she even discusses where she would press on her belly to stimulate herself. This seems to be her only pee-related post on YT. She doesn't seem to have much pee-related stuff on her website either, except maybe for this one. Apparently she wanted to recreate a pseudo-voyeur type of video. Mind you, the video does take forever to load on her website, and it's not even that exciting of a clip.
    2 points
  28. So looking back on the clue it, may have been a little unfair since it turns out its somewhat a colloquial term. So if you are not from the UK, I don’t know if Sharp is another word for Sour? So for that reason I’ve given the group the right answer since that’s my bad. I am also going to make it multiple choice with four possible establishments from now on. Your Votes Establishment: Lemon Bar (Retcon) Who should pee: Just Polly Help or hinder: Hinder another group. Chapter 3: Ok, so what are we thinking this time? “Well, a sharp turn could be to do with a wagon wheel?” Willow said pointing to the Gypsy Wagon on the map. “But what about The Lemon Bar? A sharp taste?” Francesca suggested. “Ooooh that sounds good! But really it could be either of them” “Should we get a Taxi?” Polly asked, her legs bowing together slightly as the pressure in her bladder increased. The last can of drink had been difficult to down as quickly as the others, her need to pee making it 10 times harder. Now as the evenings drinks started to make their presence known, she just wanted to get somewhere quickly so she could pee. “I mean, there might be a problem with that plan” Jana said, indicating to the long line of cars and taxi’s struggling to get into the place and then out again. “Why don’t we walk? The Lemon bar is just along the seafront, it would probably be quicker anyway.” Victoria brought up while twisting slightly awkwardly in place. “Walk?” Polly asked nervously. “Yeah, its less than a mile away. We will be there in no time.” She said confidently, although the others didn’t share this optimism. But looking at one another, none of them could think of anything better to do. At least if they walked they would still be making progress instead of just standing around for a few minutes. Although Polly had kind of hoped that if they had chosen to wait she might have convinced them to let her pee now. Thankfully, as they set off walking seemed to help Polly. The constant moving levelling off her desperation at a manageable level as they started towards the seafront. The costal path just a few minutes away and it would take them directly to where they wanted to go. However, a couple of minutes later there was something that she and the increasingly desperate looking Victoria hadn’t thought about. Cresting the hill that led down to the towns beech, the sound of rushing water and crashing waves met their ears. “Oh god” Polly whispered quietly to herself as she felt her bladder tighten reflexively. Shortening her steps Polly slowed slightly, stuck between wanting to get their as quickly as possible but also trying to distress her bladder as little as possible. Thankfully it seemed that she wasn’t the only one being impacted by it, Francesca and even Jana seemed to walking slower than usual. Although, while Francesca was looking a little tense, Jana seemed fine. Maybe her friend was just better at hiding her need, but knowing she was not alone made Polly feel a little better. Maybe the others would be open to stopping somewhere along the way, some of the takeaways might have customer toilets. Jana always loved the sea, the walk along the seafront brining a smile to her face as they walked along. Strolling casually, she watched the sunset over the horizon and a large container ship silhouetted against the red skyline. The calming sound of the waves overcoming the competitiveness of what they were doing and making part of her wish she could just stay on the beach forever. Further forwards Victoria was almost marching off without them, her natural fitness and a need to pee causing her to walk faster than normal. Just like Polly the constant crashing of the waves was causing her some strife internally, her mind never far from her need to pee and unable to distract itself. “Hey guys, can we get a picture?” Jana suggested. “We are in a race.” Victoria laughed, the group stopping for a moment and causing her to sigh to herself. “Come on, look out there. The sunset looks so nice, just one Photo.” “Yeah, its super pretty.” Willow joined in. “I mean its been a while since we have had a nice one.” Roxy gave in, apparently casting the winning vote as the others grouped around each other on the seafront. Rolling her eyes a little Victoria walked up behind them, stooping slightly and resting a hand on her thigh. “Smile everyone!” Jana said as she did her sweetest smile, holding her phone up to take a group selfie. “See, was that so bad. Now we have a memory that will last us a lifetime.” She added as she lowered her phone, inspecting the nice group photo. “I don’t think that’s how memories work.” Francesca joked. Starting to walk again the group seemed to split in two, with Victoria, Roxy and Willow walking a little quicker than the others. While Polly’s filling bladder, Francesca and Jana fell a little behind as Jana cycled through the possible filters for her photo on Instagram. It only took them about 10 minutes for the front three to reach the bar, the others lagging a minute or so behind. Victoria’s pace even speeding up in the last few hundred meters as she neared the establishment. Her rapidly filling bladder causing her to power walk her way up to it. Going through the large glass doors they found themselves in a relatively busy bar, yellow neon lemon lights signalling the way to the bar. Looking around through the crowds Victoria took note of the sign to the ladies up the stairs next to them. When the others caught up she would have to ask one of the others to take her place as she nipped to the loo. It wasn’t too bad yet but she was starting to feel the extra couple of glasses of water she had to combat the alcohol. She was working tomorrow morning and did not want a hangover when she was doing circuit training. Actually… “Do you guys know what percentage these things are? Should we be worried about getting drunk?” she asked as they took their place in line, three other groups standing ahead of them and another joining just behind them. “You should never be worried about getting drunk.” Roxy smiled, nudging her slightly. “But I think they are only 2%, so that shouldn’t be a problem even for Polly.” Exchanging smiles they could both remember the last time their friend had gotten drunk and her rather public singing display that they still teased her about now a couple of years later. Meanwhile, outside Polly couldn’t help but smile as she spotted the sign for the bar. She was almost there and not a moment too soon. Her muscles had been sending her warning signs for the last couple of minutes as her bladder seemed to be heating up inside her. A strange warm tingling sensation giving her a general sense of unease as in her peripheral she watched the sea churn against the sea wall. “After you” Jana said, holding the door open for the three stragglers. “You guys go ahead, I think im going to nip to the ladies.” Polly said quietly as she ducked inside. “We need you to scan your bracelet, can you go after?” Jana asked as she followed the others in. “I…Im sorry but I really need to go. It will take me 2 minutes.” Polly blushed, she wasn’t usually one to push her own wants above others but this situation was getting dire. IF she knew where the next place was and how long it would be, she might have been convinced. But given the unknown timeframe of everything, she didn’t want to be caught short. “Ok, but be quick.” Francesca added, a twinge from her own bladder making her think about going up after Polly. But shrugging it off the pair looked around for the others, spotting them standing at the bar. Rushing up the stairs Polly supported her bladder as it jostled around inside her. Dodging out of the way of a couple holding hands she rounded the corner of the stairs, following the signs to the lady’s room. Opening the first door she was met with a line of other women standing around and chatting. “Oh god.” Polly whispered to herself as she tensed her muscles and stood up straight. Despite needing to pee she didn’t want to attract any attention from those waiting in line. She would die with embarrassment if they saw her dancing around like a little girl, even if that was what she really wanted to do. Joining the back of the que she pursed her lips and pressed her legs together, hopefully this wont take too long. “Finally…wait where is Polly?” Roxy asked as Francesca and Jana joined them “She’s gone to the ladies, be down in a second.” Jana filled her and the others in. “Really, couldn’t she have waited until after?” Victoria asked, her own legs jiggling slightly. “I mean, she did ask at the last place. At least this way we got ahead of a few groups.” Jana defended their friend. Taking a couple of steps forwards a couple of minutes later, they were next after the group currently being served. This bar offering a similar bar code scanning as the last one but seemingly having some technical difficulties. “Well, she better hurry up or we are going to have to wait for her to go through the line on her own.” Victoria said, her knees slowly banging into each other as she stood in line. Now without the relief of walking her bladder seemed to be getting heavier as the last couple of drinks made there way through to her bladder. “Next!” The barman shouted at them a minute later. Exchanging looks they were unsure what to do, Polly still hadn’t come down and the line was only getting longer as more and more groups caught up with them. “Im sorry one of our group is peeing.” Francesca said rather bluntly to the man. “Well, either hold out your wrists or let another group through.” He responded. “Cant we just…” “Next!” He interrupted, waving another group towards the bar. One of the other group smirking at them as they took their place in line and in the contest. “Fuck” Roxy muttered under her breath, they could quite literally see their lead slipping away. “Guys, im so sorry. There was a big que.” Polly came back, her bladder empty but her cheeks flushed a few moments later. “Good, you peeing has already cost us a place.” Francesca replied. “Im sorry, I just really needed it.” Polly said, looking down at her feet, her red ears poking through her matching red hair. “Hey, don’t worry about it guys. Im sure we will all need to go at some point, one place isn’t too bad. Plus its still early on.” Willow said, putting her arm on Polly’s shoulder. “Next!” The barman shouted again and without hesitating Victoria threw her arm up so he could scan her code. “Six cans of Blue wombat.” The barman said unenthusiastically as he pulled them out of the stocked fridge behind the counter. “Thank you!” Jana said as she handed them all a can each. “Hey, I need to pee too. I will be right back!” Victoria said as she went to hand Roxy her can. “What, no way. Why didn’t you go with Polly, we have already lost at least one place.” Roxy replied. “Well I didn’t know she was going to pee.” Victoria replied, still holding out her can and waiting for Roxy to take it. “I mean, in Polly’s defence she did warn us at the last place.” Roxy said, seemingly changing sides of the argument. Next to them Francesca wanted to pee too and would have leapt at the chance to go with Victoria. But after everything she had just said to Polly it would probably have been a little hypocritical….But then again if Victoria could worm her way out of this one she wouldn’t say no. “Come on I really need to pee.” Victoria said, bobbing on the spot for a moment to emphasise the point. “All of a sudden?” Willow asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well no I needed to go before, but I just…didn’t say anything.” “If Polly can hold it to the next place then you can too!” Roxy said, before turning Victoria away from the doors and towards the exit. “Besides, she already said there was a que so you would have to wait anyway.” “But….” Victoria tried briefly before giving up and letting Roxy lead her out. It wouldn’t be too long to the next place, would it. Walking out of the bar the cool air hit the group now that the sun had set, for Polly it was the refreshing air she needed but for a couple of the others it seemed to make their desperation worse. “Oh my god you Clutts, that’s my Phone!!” A shout came from ahead of them. The smirking girl from the group that had passed them was now knelt holding a clearly smashed phone. The others stifling their laughs except another who had their hands over their face, the likely phone dropper. “How are we supposed to upload it now! We are going to have to get more cans since we have drunk the others.” The woman continued, brandishing the smashed phone. “Well that’s one less to worry about.” Francesca muttered to the group as they passed. A glare from a couple of them clearly showing they had heard that remark. “Over there” Jana pointed to a low wall where they could do their entry. “We Love Blue Wombat!” They shouted in unison as the cracked open their drinks and began to chug. Anyone watching it back would have been able to see the visible shudder from Victoria, while both Willow and Francesca seemed to be standing far more rigidly than they had been previously. Although a smile still beamed across Willow’s face as it always seemed too. Uploading the footage they all celebrated as the ding sounded once more, they had been right! This week’s clue: A bit of a circus (This one is also harder if you are not from the UK, I'm changing a couple of the others to make them a little easier if you are not.) Possible establishments: A. Boat house B. The Dandy Lion C. The Jolly Moose D. Piccadilly Actions 1. Solve the clue and say where you think the group should go (Multiple choice above, A-D). 2. Vote for which of the women should be allowed to pee at the next place (Max 2 each). 3. Vote to help a character/group, or hinder another team. Current position: 9th!
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  29. I witnessed this at work a few nights back and it was amazing, so I thought I would share. Mary came into work about4:00 with a Starbucks coffee. We work in a kitchen, so her and I, and a few other cooks are always in close proximity to each other. Anyway, she drinks her coffee and excuses herself to go pee around 4:30. Mary comes back on the line with an energy drink, that she drinks along with a soda by around 6:15. I pay attention to this because she’s pretty and me being into omo, I notice these things. Anyway Mary doesn’t go to the restroom again while we are open. We finish making food for customers around 10pm, and Mary grabs another soda. She goes to do paperwork and I clean up the kitchen. Around 11 we are getting ready to leave and doing the finishing touches to the store, the fun begins. Mary comes running out of the kitchen and says “omg This is bad I’m gonna per myself.” Instead of running to the bathroom she goes around and locks the doors up as we do before we leave, all whilst holding her belly with her hand. She then fast walks up to me, I’m by the exit and bathrooms, and locks the front door. She starts undoing her belt while dancing and says “please wait for me and don’t let anyone up”. Obviously I say of corse and she runs into the bathroom. Almost instantly I hear a loud strong stream. It goes for around 30 seconds, then she finishes up and comes out with a huge sigh. Mary says “that was close I waited way too long.” Then we left and went home.
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  30. Oh totally fiction! No worries about me 🙂 I'm totally happy. Just sometimes write unsexy sad 😛
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  31. Welcome to Omo Lab, a massive laboratory filled with only the broghtest scientists. With the successful creation of artificial life, there has been strenuous work on creating genetically modified humans. Today you have been informed that the developing branch has yet created their second genertically modified human (the first is has already been studied at your lab and has proven to be a great success) and will be sending it to your branch shortly. The process would take approximately 4-5 hours since the developing branch is located somewhat far from yours. The subject is a girl named KT, somewhat teenage and her looks were made to be perfect. She has some influence with the outside world, and some tutoring, so she is expected to be like a normal human. The most peculiar thing, however, is that a strange substance or bug in the developing tech had given her an “infinite” bladder. In other words, no matter how full the bladder is, there won’t be any injury that would be sustained, for example UTIs, kidney failure, or simply the bladder physically bursting. It is your job to study and to take measurements and care for KT, who will be arriving shortly. The administration has allowed you to do whatever you find necessary, with the exception of sex or physical attack, which are strictly forbidden. (Attack is a complex term, to sum it all up you can’t do anything to kill her) The study takes place in a chamber which is capable of holding furniture and sending whatever you want into the chamber. There is also a door which you can physically go into if you want contact with he subject. You alone will be standing outside with a one-way mirror, and there will be a microphone for you to be able to speak to her. There are also a vast panel of controls that you don’t have any idea what they do. The chamber has already been set up as a bedroom, if you want to, you may change it. To the right of the panel there is an Item Materializer, a recent invention capable to materialize any object you wish. You also find some notes someone has left in the room: - This room is not monitored but the administration will be notified if a rule is broken. - The administration somehows allows arousal of the observer and the subject. Nudity has also been allowed to some degree. - the subject is smart enough to question your orders but will do them anyway if you insist on it. - the infinite bladder will still feel like a normal one, and will forcibly discharge when it feels that its full, even if it’s not. - The subject has not gained access to a toliet since they left and is not aware of any desperation play. The subject is also not aware that she has an infinite bladder. You may choose to tell her that, or keep it a secret. KT is arriving in 30 minutes, what will you do? (Honestly every question won’t be containing answer choices, you are free to suggest whatever you want, but I’ll put my own suggestions, you may choose to agree to it. There may also be multiple questions) -To test the actual limits plug her up and make her never pee for a long time -Try and make her hold as long as she can without the use of a plug -Plug her up for a week then unplug her and let all the pee out -Make her drink an absurd amount of liquid and see how fast it travels down. -Others? Also, what hair color do you want her to be? Finally, what is the best liquid to give to her, in the event that it happens? -diuretics -water -coffee -Others?
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  32. Version 1.0.0

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  33. 2,213 downloads

    Found this on Instagram. I know the audio is off. I tried my best to refine it but I can’t seem to get it. My apologies if it’s been uploaded already. Feel free to delete if so.
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  34. Munio 2021

    Artworks from 2021.
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  35. DISCLAIMER: we did NO DAMAGE TO PROPERTY and all care was taken to not cause any hassle to anyone (detailed explanations on the picture descriptions). With all the COVID cases surging and the vaccination delays in Japan, I haven't been able to meet my friend as often as I'd like... but last time we met it was really special and I'll share it with you all. She is into some light domination play (masochist). I'm not much of a sadist myself, but she knows I like omorashi, so she asked me if I'd like to control when she can use the toilet. She didn't even know that bladder control was a thing and came up with this idea all by herself ❤️. It was a fun day. She wet the bed in "two parts" (the first at once, the second in multiple small and long spurts that lasted in total almost an hour!). In the first part I made her hold and then pee sitting on the bed, but she had to stop mid stream when I said so. I loved seeing her struggling to regain control while feeling the relief of releasing some pressure. This time I let her finish it standing in the outside area. In the second part, after drinking a lot of coffee and water, I had her hold to her limit. Then I refused to give her any instruction (pee-wise), asked her to lay down, covered her eyes with an eyemask, and simply started teasing her the ways I know that make her crazy. She was enjoying, but would get very worried whenever I used my mouth or had my face between her tights as she was afraid of loosing control. After some teasing, she started leaking without even noticing, with some trickles from her urethra joining the already profuse wetness from down below. Soon enough, we were having sex before she could relieve herself. Amazingly she could hold most of it for maybe another 30 minutes, but not too late I started to feel it getting wetter. It was easy to tell whenever she leaked, with the sudden change from the slicky feeling of the natural lubrication to a rougher "water-like" stickier sensation during penetration. These leaks happened more and more often, until I could actually feel a couple jets. A few times I slid out of her she just squirted a long jet, saying sorry while still moaning and begging to continue. After we finished, we just held each other for a while until she tells she still needs to go, blushing instantly when I asked "after all that?". While still in each other's arms, I told her to do it all at once, which she promptly followed, making a little puddle on top of the mattress protector that was soon absorbed by our bathrobes. Surprisingly, this time the wetness didn't spread as much as other times despite the much larger amount of pee, I guess those were better sheets or most of it went in the bathrobes we left on the bed. --------------------------- Part of the puddle and the double layer siliconized-fabric sheets in place in every love hotel to protect the mattress from squirt, pee, and the large amounts of oil some people like to play with in Japan. No liquid passes it despite not making any noise not feeling like plastic (a few cheap love hotels do use plastic though). Bellow the protection there is also a thing bed pad that can be washed separately from the mattress. The first wetting: We ordered bento-boxes and decided to eat outside: ...and cake: Aftermath of the second wetting (and the infamous Hitachi behind the pillow): Amenities (sorry, I didn't take any other wetting pictures...):
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  36. holding on lap

    this is a quick sketch but there is something bigger coming soon :3c
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  37. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph60959f535792f
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  38. I hadn’t been there for years. I’m not paying for what amounts to tube content. It’s just as well they closed down.
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  39. In the UK they can, but you can always worry her that the chance of catching Covid is about 4,000 times higher indoors and much much higher again where there's aerosol caused by toilets flushing. That's why I've been wearing a nappy to the pub and could be a good way to persuade her to try it. 🙂
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  40. True. Pico was taken out of obscurity when he was included in the game.
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  41. The series also includes a few desperation scenes in Queen of Shadows and Kingdom of Ash where the protagonist wakes up after sleeping for a long time. Also, it is just a great series of fantasy novels 😉 I recently also came across a really good story about male desperation on wattpad if that counts as "books". It is called Nature Calls and deals with four guys on a camping trip. However, it includes a lot sexual content too, so if you do not like that so not read it.
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  42. https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/122825?m= Does anybody have this one and could they possibly upload it please?
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  43. [MALE WETTING STORY - My first genuine accident] So I live an hour, 10mins from my original home town and have just been there for the weekend. Driving home I was becoming ever more desperate with each different country road I turned down. Thus making me incredibly horny and started making plans to record myself wetting my favourite green shorts. That was my plan anyway... I get... not even 5mins away from my flat and I am at bursting point, legs shaking in the car, heavy breathing, the works. I was so confident I would make it home when it got to the last turn I realised how wrong I was. In a last minute manoeuvre I pulled off to the side of a quite back road thinking I would just pee a little in the bushes so I can make it home. Wrong again. I step out my car and I am all over the place, before I even get chance to pull my shorts down, a big spurt of pee escapes my bladder, game over. I realise in that moment there's no turning back. I rush round behind a large shrub, sit down and without any hesitation, start soaking my shorts. And I literally mean soaking, I didn't stop peeing for what felt like hours. I've never publicly wet myself so I am just in complete shock and this genuine wet accident. During all of this I am just getting more and more horny at the thought of what's just happened. I access the damage and it's not too noticble on my shorts but the back of my shorts were soaked... so whilst it was a very thrilling first public wetting, I'm more annoyed I didn't get myself squirming about on camera. I'll attach a picture of the shorts, as I said it wasn't that noticeable but my boxer shorts were dripping once I got in. Small pee stain on my car seat so I'll be sure to clean that momentarily. I'm home now and began drinking again because no my libido is through the roof, and my joggers seem like they could do with a good soaking. Let me know if you've had a similar experience! As well if you like the story I might be tempted to write more Omo' erotica, male & female. :)
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  44. A commissioned work from the user aumonier95 on this website. Thank you for your support and the idea! It was a hot, humid day in Vancouver. The sun shone down and reflected off the glass and steel of the skyscrapers downtown. Inside one of the office blocks though Clarissa was blissfully cool, at least for the most part. Some idiot had broken the thermostat and it was just warm enough to be uncomfortable. That meant after she'd foolishly downed her thermos of coffee in the morning she had to keep a bottle of water handy to stay cool. What's more the morning had had her on her feet the whole time, running to and fro with errands, questions, and all sorts of problems. Right now even, instead of being comfortably behind her desk she was peering over a colleague's shoulder trying to figure out just what had gone wrong. “I told you, run the script again and it'll work.” She didn't bother keeping the annoyance out of her voice. Her colleague did as he was asked and lo, the program ran as it was supposed to. For his part, he seemed amazed that it was so simple. “I've been trying to get this working all morning.” Clarissa simply nodded and left the man to keep working, making her way through the cubicle maze back to her own office. It wasn't even lunch and she was ready to call it a day and go home. As she sits behind her desk, she feels a bead of sweat make its way down her back, an uncomfortable reminder of the heat. She takes a sip from the now ever-present bottle of water on her desk and starts going through emails. Mostly nothing that mattered to her, a couple of recurrent errors that she had seen popping up in others' work, but hardly interesting content. She idly sips her water, passing the time til her next meeting with idle reading. Not five minutes before she needs to head over, she feels a twinge in her gut. It wasn't anything major, no pressing concern for her, but she needed to pee. All this heat had her drinking her water too fast, it was definitely time to slow down a bit. Clarissa briefly considers going to the bathroom before heading to the meeting. It's only a fleeting need though, she thinks, I can just wait til the meeting is done. Her mind made up, she grabs the files she needed for her part, locks her computer, and heads out of her office. The jaunty walk helps relieve the pressure she had been feeling below. It had hardly been bad anyway, so she puts it from her mind and focuses on the meeting ahead. She greets a friend outside the door and slips into the dimly lit conference room. Others slowly trickle into the room, a thought that makes her unconsciously shift in her chair. Other managers, a couple trainers, even one or two regular employees all eventually join. A TV at the end of the table turns on once everyone is seated, looks like it was going to be a joint meeting with the guys overseas too. “Hey everyone, I know it's short notice for some of you, but thank you for coming,” a man on the other end of the connection says. “Let's jump right into it then.” The meeting was hardly an exciting affair. Lots of discussions around new training regimens for new hires, the progression of statistics, all sorts of dull things. When it was finally her turn, she went on at length about a new idea for a hiring process that seemed to go over well. Unfortunately not even Clarissa's own presentation could distract her from her growing need to pee. Sipping the water they'd offered during the meeting had definitely cooled her down from the seemingly growing heat, but did nothing for her bladder. That earlier twitch of her muscles before she walked over had grown into a little ball of pressure inside. She was still able to ignore it, but it was taking a concerted effort to do so. What's more, she was almost certain that someone had noticed her struggle to keep still at the meeting. Hopefully though, they just assumed it was down to boredom. Whenever people finally stopped asking questions, then she would go. There were only a few hours til work was over, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Another twenty long minutes of tapping her foot later, and it was finished at last. People rose to leave the room, and Clarissa did along with them already relaxing. “Miss Caine, could you stay behind a moment?” It was the operations lead, Thomas, speaking to her. She froze the moment he started talking. Even though she knew from experience that it was rarely a bad thing if Thomas asked to talk to her, the boss talking to her at all simply set her nerves on edge. That sudden tension only increased her need to visit a toilet. Clarissa takes her seat again and Thomas sits across the table from her. He seemed relaxed and cheery in stark contrast to the tension she was feeling. He leans back in his chair with a wide grin on his face. “Don't know if you could tell, but your idea with recruitment was a hit. How much thought have you put into it?” Clarissa smiles nervously, in truth she had taken the idea from a place that she's worked at previously. A simple thing really, just a mock version of what the person would be expected to do but with the interviewers. “Well,” she starts. “It was just something I'd thought since we do in training, why not put it up front too?” “It makes sense to me,” Thomas nods in agreement with your little white lie. “Look I want a formal proposal for it as soon as you can. The sooner we can implement this the better.” Clarissa was shocked into silence, forgetting even the pressure growing in her bladder. She'd never worked with the recruitment team before and didn't know anyone there. What's more she hadn't even been part of the company for half a decade, she felt that she'd be stepping on more than a few toes with this. Thomas could apparently see her unease and tapped the table to bring her out of her shock. “It's just a proposal, Miss Caine. You're not going to be heading up recruitment or anything but I want this written as if you were a department head. Got it?” “Yeah, that sounds doable.” Clarissa nods in agreement with him. The shock was subsiding and now the need to pee was coming back. She just wanted to get out of the room, but Thomas continued. He went into detail about how exactly to draft her plan, how she ought to use certain words and phrases to use, bits of jargon she didn't know before. Sure it was useful but she knew that she wouldn't remember a thing because of how distracting her bladder was. Finally though, he finished and she left. Clarissa didn't hesitate, heading straight for the bathroom just down the hall from the conference room. She regretted not taking a minute to go before the meeting but ultimately as long as she got there she no longer cared. She moved as quickly as she could while keeping her appearance professional, and finally there it was after what felt like a far longer walk than a couple dozen meters. She breathed a sigh of relief and her bladder felt like it sighed as well, the heaving emphasizing how much she needed to go now. Clarissa placed her hand on the door and shoved to open in. Only to collide with the door and stumble back, stunned. Locked, why was it locked? She looks up and sees a sign that fills her with worry. 'Closed for sanitation' it said. She vaguely recalled an email saying one of the toilets would be closed for some kind of major health inspection, it was just her luck that it was this one. She grits her teeth and raises a clenched fist, wanting nothing more than to pound on the door til someone opened it but instead she takes a few deep breaths and relaxes. There was no need to get worked up, it wasn't like this was the only bathroom on this floor, let alone in the whole building. Clarissa straightens her clothes and decides to go back to her office. The feeling of having to go was subsiding anyway, so there was no point wasting anymore time. Her last break of the day was coming up anyway and she could go then. Until it came though, she had work to do. The next hour was spent on her new project. Thomas had suggested a week, but really she wanted this done sooner than that. She wasn't going to be done tonight, and there was no way she was working through the weekend even on something as important as this, but this much work on a late Friday afternoon was starting to take it out of her. She'd been avoiding drinking any more water than she had to as well, and that certainly wasn't helping the feeling of grogginess that was settling over her mind. Worse still, it was no longer delaying the feeling of a filling bladder that had just come back in the last little while. There was still at least another thirty minute til she was on break and could have a chance at using the bathroom. In the meantime she unbuttoned her crimson trousers in an effort to at least stave off the worst of the pressure. Fortunately it worked, and Clarissa was near ecstatic. For just a moment, she had thought of the possibility of a twenty-eight year old woman having an accident in her own office. The moment, at least, was past but not without a deep pang of shame going through her. The idea made her stomach tighten in fear. She'd been forced to wear pull-ups until, by her reckoning, she was far too old and those memories had stuck with her all these years. She shook her head to clear the unpleasant memories, it had been a long time since then and she didn't plan for it to happen again til she was too old to remember anymore. The hot sting of embarrassment in her cheeks fades away along with the thoughts as she focuses once more on her work. It was coming along well, at least a third of the first draft for her proposal was complete. The rest would come just as smoothly, she was sure. With a quiet sigh, she leaned back in her chair and stretched out her arms. The warm sun shining through her window felt lovely on her back and shoulders, a much more gentle warmth than the office had been all day. A knock at Clarissa's door interrupted the little reverie she found herself in and she ended the stretch and called out. “Come on in.” To your surprise it was Jake, one of the newer managers at the company. If she recalled correctly he had just been promoted last month. He seemed like a good enough guy, asked a lot of the right questions. She had helped him with his application a bit, feeding him bits and pieces that the top levels liked to hear sort of like Thomas had been doing for her earlier. “Hey, Miss Clare,” he started in a tone too upbeat for a Friday afternoon spent in the office. “The boss got you working hard today, eh?” She offers him a tired smile and a quick nod. “I did it to myself, don't make a suggestion unless you want to be the one telling people how to do it.” He chuckles and takes a seat in one of the other chairs in your office. “I bet, did you know most of the manager training is self-directed now? You wouldn't believe how much work I did on my own time. Honestly it's almost criminal.” Clarissa smiles, Jake's talent for overstatement was usually entertaining and frankly a welcome distraction from her more pressing needs. “Well look at it this way, at least they didn't just throw you into the work without so much as a 'good luck'. On the job training was the way of my day.” She didn't bother mentioning just how recent that change was, or who had suggested it. “Yeah that,” he shakes his finger at the frankly terrible thought. “That definitely would have been awful.” She offers him a smile and the conversation dies down. She glances at the clock on her computer, break time at last. With a few quick keystrokes she locks the computer then rises from her desk. Jake stands from his own chair and smiles at her in return. He up speaks in a hesitant but hopeful tone. “Hey, do you uh, want to grab something from the sandwich place downstairs? My treat.” Clarissa blinks at the offer, Jake had always been a sweet guy but she hadn't thought he felt like this about her. Now that it was on her mind though, he wasn't bad looking in the slightest. At six feet he stood about an inch taller than she did, and he was broadly handsome. She returns his smile as she seriously considers taking him up on it. A twinge of pain from her bladder reminds her though, she had something else to do right now. She winces and shakes her head slowly. “Maybe some other time? Now's not really great for me.” Jake's smile shrinks and he nods as well. “Sure, that's no problem. Let me know when eh?” Without waiting for a response he retreats from the room hastily, shutting the door with a muffled clack on his way. Clarissa lets out a quiet sigh, it would have been nice to have some kind of date and she wasn't getting any younger. Another cramp from her bladder though reminds her that it was definitely the right choice to make. She puts away a few papers that were still on her desk, moving as quickly as she reasonably could. A few minutes later and she was done, none too soon either. Her need to pee was growing faster than she'd thought possible, especially since she hadn't had a sip of water for at least half an hour. Yes it really was right to have turned Jake down. She hurriedly tosses her handbag over one shoulder and steps out from her office. She starts down the hall towards the bathroom once more, quickly but trying to still appear unhurried and in control. Her need to pee was only growing stronger while she walked, every step was sending another wave of need through her. But the bathroom was in sight now, it would only be another moment and she'd finally be rid of that feeling. She gets another three meters down the hall, just a dozen more to the bathroom and then stops. In her haste, Clarissa had totally forgotten that that toilet was closed. She spins around on her heel and starts walking even faster in the other direction. There was another one that was a bit further from her office than she'd like, even further since she'd gone the wrong way like an idiot. Still at least there was another one, unlike other places she'd worked. But no matter, there it was at last, like a beacon of hope. She didn't hesitate for a moment, shoving the door open and taking her first step into the bathroom. She felt her bladder and body relax the moment she took that step, the need to pee abating for a moment. Then it all came crashing back with her second step. Clarissa carried herself right into the back of another person, just inside the doorway. She heard a distinctly masculine yell and then she was on her ass on the cold tiles. The person, the man, she had bumped into turns around and looks down at her just as surprised as she was. “Uh, sorry about that miss...?” Clarissa stands up and straightens her clothes out, glaring at the man blocking her way. She was in no mood for this. “Clare, Clarissa Clare. What are you doing in the women's toilets?” The man looks at her, still clearly confused, then over his shoulder. Clarissa follows his gaze, her heart sinking and bladder tightening back up at the sight. The bathroom looked like a disaster, tiles were torn up and scattered all over the floor. The counters and sinks were torn up as well. Worse still, the toilets were simply gone and only empty stalls remained. “Remodelling, Miss Clare. We asked your boss to send out a few emails this week to remind you guys, don't tell me he didn't.” She sighs and massages the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Another forgotten email in the rush to use the bathroom. She still felt the pressing need to go but for some reason, maybe the total lack of an option, she was okay at the moment. “No I'm sure he did, I guess I just forgot. Sorry I'll get out of your way.” The man looks back at her and nods. “By all means.” Clarissa beats a hasty retreat from the bathroom, she didn't want to stick around to be reminded just how close she got to relief. But she wasn't a quitter, she could last at least til the end of the day. With her little detour down the wrong direction, she didn't have time to visit the one other bathroom she knew of in the little cafe downstairs. Just another hour though and she could go. That thought kept her going for another forty minutes, throwing herself at her work furiously to distract from more pressing matters. She had returned from break and called in a favour to get out of work a little early. It wouldn't be long now and then she'd be free and relieved. That was still at least twenty minutes away, though. That time was passing far too slowly for her liking. Every tick of the clock may as well have been a finger poking at her near full bladder. She began to tap her foot impatiently, keeping time with the agonizing seconds passing by. She couldn't focus any longer on her work, everything was closed and she was just maintaining appearances until she could leave. With five minutes to go, another knock interrupted her impatient tapping. She clicked her back teeth together in annoyance and barely kept the feeling out of her voice. “Come in!” The door opened and one of the guys on her team stepped in, a newer one named...Michael was it? Probably Michael. “Miss Clare, sorry to bother you so late in the day but we've got a problem I think.” His voice was hesitant and he stuttered more than once. She didn't know whether it was the scowl that probably wrinkled her face or just new guy nerves. She holds out a hand and gestures for him to give the tablet he was clutching to his chest like a security blanket. With agonizing slowness he held it out to her, and she felt like it took him minutes even though it wasn't nearly that long. As soon as it was in her hand she snatched it away and began reading. The more she read the deeper her scowl became, and her heart sank. It seemed that somebody on the team hadn't been as diligent as they were supposed to be. A late test run the lead had done this afternoon had resulted in the entire program crashing with apparently no explanation as to what the problem was or how it managed to entirely ruin two weeks of progress. Worse still was the recommendation: “at least another hour of overtime...” time that she wouldn't be able to take off. She sets the pad down and sighs, rubbing her suddenly heavy eyes with the back of her hands. Of course this would happen at this time on a Friday, no disaster could ever wait for the weekend. She bites the inside of her lip, her tiredness and bodily urges forgotten in a sudden and furious burst of energy. She scoops the tablet back off her desk and stands, gesturing to the door. “Let's get started, the sooner we figure out what's going on the sooner we can draw up a plan to tackle it on Monday.” She doesn't bother to hide the frustration in her voice. For his part, Michael just followed after her without responding. Best decision he could have made, Clarissa thinks. As though they can sense it, her team turns to look at her one by one. Some look tired, some scared, but it's clear that none of them want to be here for this either. She decides to simply rip the bandaid off. “Alright, I don't really care who did it because we all have to fix it. We're going to be here til we find out what the problem is, after that we'll go home. Fixing it can wait until next week but the important thing is identification.” She holds out a hand to Michael and he gives her the tablet. She doesn't waste any time, tapping through the sections of code with familiar ease. “I'll send out emails to you guys in a couple minutes. We'll each have a section to review and test. Make notes of any bugs or errors you come across, but leave them where they are. Come Monday we'll compare notes and see if we can't figure out what's going on. Questions?” No one makes a sound, really they just seem anxious to get back to their computers and finish the day. Clarissa understood that feeling all too well, this day had dragged on too long already and she wanted nothing more than to leave if only to have a chance to use the toilet. With her team silent she nods and turns back to her office, there was work to be done. And work she and her team did, for the next hour, past their usual 4pm knock off time. By this point, Clarissa was long out of patience. She was constantly tapping her foot, her flat shoes making a seemingly deafening cacophony of clicks that blended with her typing on the keys of her computer. She was at her wits end, she'd examined this section for errors dozens of times and there was nothing out of place. In fact it was quite the comprehensive bit of code, without being overbearing and long. If her bladder wasn't back to being a pain, she could appreciate it for the elegant work it was. However it felt like her belly had doubled in size since she started the day, her belt felt as though it was cutting into her. A knock at her door signalled that the end of her torture might be here though. Michael came in, looking tired but smiling. “They're done, Miss Clare. We've got at least most of the errors nailed down to start fixing. And if you don't mind me saying, I think everyone's ready to head home.” Clarissa glanced at the clock: just past five now. The cafe downstairs was still opened at least for a little while. She sighs with relief and returned Michael's smile. “Alright, then get out of here. See you on Monday.” Michael nodded and left her office. From her team's desks she hear a muffled cheer and the vague shuffling of people leaving the office. Another minute and it was quiet again. Clarissa had already packed up her own work and was shutting down her computer when there was another knock at the door. Unexpected and frankly unwelcome as it was, she couldn't help her irritated tone. “What is it?” It happened to be Thomas, smiling as always. She straightened up immediately, looking a bit embarrassed about her outburst. He didn't look angry though, or even annoyed. “Rough day?” He sounded almost jovial, in stark contrast to how Clarissa felt and probably looked. She nodded in reply and continued to pack up. “I heard about the uh...issue you guys had,” he continued. “How'd that turn out.” Clarissa grimaces, this was taking up time that she needed at this point. “It's fine, we'll be sorting it all out Monday. Might delay the program a couple days, but hopefully it'll be quicker than that.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Well what can be done? How's the proposal coming along besides then?” “It's going fine, should be done by end of next week.” She glances past him at the door, hoping she didn't seem too desperate. But at this point she was completely finished with the delays. “Look Thomas, I don't mean to be rude but I really need to go.” He puts up his hands and steps aside. “By all means, I'll see you Monday then.” She gives him a tight smile, grabs her purse, and heads out. It was a bad day to have worn her tighter pair of trousers, not only for the constant extra pressure on her bladder but it was restricting her walking speed as well. Sweat was starting to prick her back, and she knew that the stress of holding it all day was really getting to her now. She almost stumbled into the elevator, she wasn't even wearing heels and it was hard walking straight. She slapped the button for the ground floor and sighed with relief as the doors began to close. But just as she was relaxing, a hand slipped into the closing door and makes it open again. The surprise made her bladder reflexively tighten up and it took all her self control to not scream in surprise and frustration. A nervous looking girl entered the elevator when the door was open again and she gave you a thankful grin. “Sorry, almost missed this one too! I forgot something at my desk and had to run back...” The girl rambled on for a moment, without hitting the button for wherever she was going. Clarissa smiled tightly, as politely as she could. After the other girl fell silent she pressed a button, a couple levels up from Clarissa's and the elevator jolted slightly as it began moving down. The elevator seemed to be moving slower than normal, and Clarissa couldn't help tapping her foot impatiently. The younger girl looked nervous around her and kept shifting her weight from foot to foot. For some reason that movement reminded Clarissa even more of her need to pee, and her foot tapping increased in tempo the more she thought about it. Finally it jolted to a stop and the door opened for the girl's floor. The girl, who Clarissa is sure she recognized but couldn't think of a name for, gave her a jaunty wave and quickly left. Unfortunately, it seemed fate wasn't quite done giving her a hard time. A dozen people, who had apparently been waiting, quickly piled into the already cramped space. She was rapidly driven to the back and pressed against the back of the elevator. She wasn't able to do much as the it continued its way down, now full of people all going to different places in the building. It felt like she was stopping on every floor, and each jerk as the machine halted its downward travel was like a needle driven into her aching bladder. Someone accidentally leaned backwards at one point, putting a sudden spike of pressure on her belly. The woman in question apologized swiftly, to which Clarissa gave her best smile and nod but she was beyond the point of words to express herself now. The mass of people began thinning, but was still too thick to push through as the doors opened and she saw the lobby through them. But she tried valiantly, attempted to thread her thin body through the throng in the elevator. An accidental jab to her stomach from an elbow put a stop to that quick enough. Her last attempted was physically shoving the people in front of her aside, but cramped as it was they didn't budge. Of course, that could have had something to do with her 160cm height or frankly scrawny build. Once more she vowed to herself to go to the gym, if only she made it to the toilet in time. With her last chance to get out on the ground floor vanishing behind a pair of closing doors, she decided to simply close her eyes and wait at the back. She recalled a sutra her yoga teacher had taught her for calmness and control and repeated it over and over in her head. It actually worked, she was able to regain the control she had nearly lost just moments before. She was aware of her pressing need to pee but the urgency she had felt and the fear of losing control in her pants like a child slipped away like smoke. She stayed that way for what could have been hours, but must have only been a few minutes. Clarissa slowly opened her eyes as she became aware of the sudden emptiness of the elevator and its stillness. She blinked in surprise, suddenly feeling very alone and aware of how she must have looked to the other passengers when they had left her behind. But none of that mattered now. She hurriedly slapped the button for the ground floor, her momentary calm forgotten in a frenzy of finally being unblocked from her goal. The elevator started moving upwards from the parking levels she had found herself on, slowly toward the ground level again. Her foot started tapping the tiles again, her flat, black shoes filling the air with a frantic, constant noise. At long last though, the doors slid open with a ping from the speaker and she half walked, half jogged into the lobby of the building. She wasted no time in heading for the little cafe that was just across the foyer, there she knew was a bathroom that was open for sure. Her pace gradually increased along with the tightness returning in her bladder. Eventually though there was just one more corner to turn and she'd be there. A feeling of relief began bubbling up, just a few more meters and her hellish torment would be over at last and she could go home happy and comfy. With a growing smile she rounded the corner with a little skip... ...And comes to a sudden stop as a metal grate blocks her way. The shock made her stomach muscles tighten and she nearly leaked then and there. She slapped a hand against grate as though it would open at her touch, but it just rattled in place. Her brief sense of relief was gone and replaced with an almost animalistic need to pee. She steps back from the closed shop and takes several deep breaths. There was no need to panic yet, home was only a short drive from here. It would only be ten minutes if she took the highway, so all she had to do was get down to her car and drive. Yes, it was going to be fine, just a bit more uncomfortable than she thought. Clarissa stood up straight and brushed her burgundy suit jacket smooth, then did the same for her pants. A desperate need to pee was no reason for a shabby appearance even if there wasn't anyone around to judge her on it. She walked back towards the elevator, quick but just barely in control of herself. But it was better than it had been only moments before, maybe that meditation had really helped her. She'd have to speak with her yoga instructor and give them her thanks. The elevator began moving only a few seconds after she hit the button, the doors closed mercifully fast. The descent though, felt agonizingly slow as if the machine itself was trying to torment her. That was absurd of course, but she still felt a slight paranoia that only let up once she was at the bottom level of the parking garage and walking to her car. Her little Echo wasn't much for looks or speed, but today it may as well be a drag racer for how hard she would push it. As she started up the car she silently cursed the fact that she'd parked so far down and had to go up half a dozen levels to get to the street. Eventually she arrives at the exit to the garage and glances back and forth on the road, making sure she was clear to pull out. Almost as an afterthought she pulls her seatbelt on and, simply from routine, pulls it tight around her waist. The shock of pain from her overstressed bladder is sharp enough that she nearly slams on the brakes. She let out a gasp and struggled to regain her breath as the sharpness subsided to a dull ache and then back to the now familiar desperation to pee. She resolved to pay more attention to what she was doing, another shock like that and she may actually have an accident and old as this car was she certainly didn't want to ruin the upholstery. She reflects as she drives that her concern had turned from having an accident at the age of 28 to the far smaller concern about her car seats. But no matter what the outcome, it just wasn't acceptable to pee herself no matter how bad things got. Besides, she was getting onto the highway now and that she knew would carry her home quick enough. However it seemed the traffic had other ideas; almost the moment she got up to speed she had to slow right down again. A creeping sense of dread came over her and she pulled slightly to the side to see how far the jam stretched. That feeling only increased as she saw car after car stretching for kilometers, as far as she could see traffic was backed way up. It wasn't a total standstill, but she knew this would prolong her trip home by quite a while. Fifteen painful, desperate minutes later it felt like she was no closer to home than she had been at the office. However she was able to see, in the distance, exactly what was causing the traffic to slow to a crawl. An arc of water sprayed high over the highway, and she could see cars trying to squeeze down from three lanes to one to avoid whatever it was. A broken water main maybe? The more she stared to try and figure out what it was though, the worse her need to pee got. She tried to look anywhere else, at anything else, but something about the massive cascade of water kept drawing her attention back. Eventually she turned on the radio and willed herself to stare at the bumped of the car in front of her as it slowly inched along. “...And for the coming weekend, well you'd better get out your umbrella's,” a far too excited voice spoke over the radio. “It seems no good thing can last forever, so we'll be expecting rain, rain, rain over Saturday and Sunday with the clouds set to clear by Monday afternoon.” The two hosts went on complaining about the rain for another few minutes, discussing in fine detail just how much they hated the sound of it pounding down on the rooftops. The clingly feeling of wet clothes on their skin. The constant dribbling down hoods and umbrellas. By the time she turned the radio off, Clarissa was unconsciously rubbing her thighs together in an effort to stave off an accident. After the radio was off though, the feeling of desperation began to fade again. With only the gentle purr of her car's engine she was able to regain some semblance of control. But just in case, she loosened her seatbelt a bit and undid the button on her dark red slacks. There was no need to chance anything, especially when she was drawing closer to home. Then a gentle pattering sound started on the roof of her car, and drops of water began appearing on the windscreen. Looking up she saw she was coming under the column of water now and ahead she could finally see where it was coming from. A great number of workers were crowded around what looked like a crater in the highway, and she could see a few different broken pipes all spraying water. The noise grew louder as she got closer to the breach and she found herself fidgeting again as it brought her uncomfortable situation to the front of her mind again. At least it seemed traffic was moving quicker on the other side of the crater as cars once again spread into different lanes. But just as she passed under the heaviest spray of water, the car in front of her slammed on its brakes. She was forced to as well, and despite the slow speed she could feel her seatbelt dig into her bladder. She felt a rush just south of her belly, like a stream flowing, but a quick check determined that she hadn't leaked. Now though she was trapped under the pouring water, the constant drumming and dripping causing her even more pain than the sudden stop had. Clarissa can see past the car in front of her a team of workers carrying some piece of equipment slowly across the lane, the apparent reason for the stop. She drums her fingers on the wheel as they move across the road, far too slowly for her desire. After what seemed to be an eon though, and another round of sutra reciting, she was able to pull forward and out of the pouring stream of water. Finally she was home free. After the jam, the road opened up and she was able to speed along her way home. She could once again feel her need to pee subsiding as she got closer to home. It seemed that she would make it after all. In retrospect, despite how tortuously long the day had seemed and how painful it had been to hold it in for this long, there was no question in her mind that she had already made it. As she pulled into her block, the feeling of triumph only grew stronger. That dread feeling that had clung to her from when she was a child slowly slipped away. Against all odds and in spite of the absurd situations that had held her up today she had proven herself stronger. At long last, she pulled her car into the driveway of her little bungalow. As she walked up to the door she was practically skipping. Just making it back here was almost enough relief for her. She put her key in the lock and turned it so she could get inside and finally have some actual relief. But it didn't turn, the door simply rattled in place as she tried to push it open. She immediately felt sweat prick her back as the desperation returned in full force. She took the key from the lock and put another one in. They looked similar, maybe she had just made a mistake in her haste. The lock rattled again and once again the door failed to open. This was getting out of hand. She took the key out and looked closely at her key ring, picking through it til she was sure she had the right one. Finally it turned the lock and she pushed her way into the house, the door slamming behind her in her haste. Suddenly she heard a deep bark and was knocked flat on her ass. Her face suddenly became covered in slobber as the offender made herself yet another obstacle in Clarissa's quest for relief. In her haste she had forgotten that she was looking after Bella, her neighbour's Bernese mountain dog. The massive mutt seemed to be quite unhappy about being left inside by herself all day. But Clarissa's last bit of patience ran out when the dog stepped directly on her swollen bladder. She shoves Bella off and runs toward the bathroom. Her flat shoes clicked against the linoleum floor and she nearly slipped as she rounded the corner toward the bathroom. But she recovered swiftly and continued to run to the bathroom. Any sense of decorum was gone from her movement, she wasn't in public so there was no need to worry about eyes on her and her desperation took over. As she came around the final corner she felt another wave come over her bladder and she knew that it was now or never. She sprinted the final few meters and dashed at the doorway to the toilet. And smacked firmly into the door she had closed to keep the dog out. She bounced off the door and collapsed to the ground, staring up at the portal. Another spike of pressure came from her bladder. It was the final straw after a long day of torment. Her burgundy pants darkened to near black as her pent up pee cascaded into them. The hiss that came from her crotch was deafening in the otherwise silent house. Clarissa could feel the heat of the desperately flowing liquid spread down from her crotch and over her plump ass, pooling beneath her and soaking into the legs of her pants. Like a little girl, she was having an accident once again. But she was so shocked she couldn't feel any shame even as her stream of pee picked up force and expanded the puddle under her. The feeling of relief that accompanied it though did make it through the fog of her stunned state. And still the warm feeling of her pee flooding her pants continued. It felt like it went on for far too long, as though she was peeing out more liquid than her entire body could hold. Her pants were beyond soaked, so much so that she could even feel it dripping from her thighs as capillary action drew it up her raised legs. Her panties were certainly ruined, in fact there wasn't a scrap of fabric below her waist that wasn't drenched in pee. But it still carried on for another minute. Finally the flow slowed down to a trickle and finally stopped. The heat from her pee gradually cooled and she was left sitting shocked in a chilly, gross feeling puddle of her own fluid. She shakily rose to her feet and, somehow, a several second long spurt that apparently remained inside her made sure that her shoes too were filled with urine. She opened the door with a trembling hand and stepped into the bathroom, her shoes and socks squishing with each unsteady step. Behind her was a trail of drops from her saturated pants. Even now that the shock was passing though, she didn't feel all that awful. Ashamed no doubt, she was a grown woman that failed to get to the toilet like an adult. But the relief from going, even in her pants, had been nigh orgasmic. She shook her head as she slipped off her sodden shoes then peeled off her pants and panties. They were left in a wet pile on the floor, and her jacket, shirt, and bra joined them in short order. Her thighs felt sticky and she was still shaking as she stepped into the shower and turned the hot water up. All that mattered to her was that the awful day was over and she knew that if ever got this bad, she would make it next time. Once again thank you to aumonier95 for commissioning this work!
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  45. Find her on Mydirtyhobby if you want the good stuff.
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  46. That's because a lot of women sleep in their underwear. That is a realistic situation. If it was under the covers it would make for a very boring video.
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  47. This whole thread is just eceleb drama. If she makes more holding videos, good, if not let's not bother her or think too much about it. Users are getting worked up about some minor streamer who isn't even into our fetish. It's really not worth having an argument about
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  48. another chapter~ Thanks so much to my readers, you guys are the ones who make it worth doing. Her mind racing, Shayla eagerly kept up with May as they quickly walked along the shore of the beach. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Asked Shayla. “Yeah, it’s right over here.” Replied May. Soon enough, the girls eyed their boat on the slowly darkening shore. It was bobbing gently in the water, but remained firmly affixed to its post. The girls eagerly boarded the boat and put on their life vests, rushing to get back and hopefully claim their prize. “Most of the teams don’t even find all of the clues.” May added. “We have a chance at being the first!” Shayla pushed off from the post. They began drifting gently into the lake. “How are we going to find where to go?” Shayla asked nervously. She had never been out on a boat this late, even during her other stays at this camp. I really hope we can find our way. Shayla thought, less concerned about winning the contest and more focused on putting distance between herself and the church. May reassured Shayla: “Around this time of night, they turn a light on at the docks.” Sure enough, the girls noticed a yellow light glowing above a darkened, rectangular structure. To Shayla, every such dark shape seemed large and looming. They reminded her of the creepy church. I’m relieved to see that light, at least. For a few long minutes, May breathed heavily and rapidly rowed the boat forward through the darkening lake. When they were almost back at the dock, Shayla though she heard the characteristic hissssssssssssssssssssss in conjunction with the splashing waves of the rowing. How often does this girl pee, anyway? Shayla thought to herself. Then again, I could be mistaken. As Shayla and May finally docked their boat and got out, Shayla looked at where May was sitting. Indeed, there was a small puddle, but most of the boat was also fairly damp, since water had splashed into it at various times. May smiled at Shayla, as if she had noticed where her gaze had wandered. Her pants were completely soaked, especially on her butt and crotch. Shayla decided to forget the matter for now. The girls rapidly tied up the rowboat and hung their lifejackets up. May sloppily tossed the oars into the bottom of the boat. “We’re almost there!” Booking into a run, the girls headed back to the center of camp. Running along the narrow trails, Shayla nearly tripped on several occasions and wished there were time to retrieve a flashlight from May’s backpack. Occasional wayward drops of pee scattered from below May as she ran. With only their goal on their minds, the girls failed to notice a flashlight glowing from someone travelling much slower. A familiar voice called out above their frantic footsteps: “May and Shayla?” Fern asked, shining the flashlight in their general direction. She was still with Melody, who was practically clinging to her arm in the darkness. “Yeah?” Shayla asked, blinded as the flashlight accidentally shone into her eyes. “Did you guys find all of the clues?” Fern asked, chipper as usual, before lowering her flashlight. She must have lowered her flashlight. As she did so, Fern plainly revealed the soaking, dark patch between May’s legs. Shayla reflexively looked in that direction before a brief, awkward silence instilled. “Uh oh,” said Melody. “Did you have an accident?” She asked. It was a genuine question, devoid of even an inkling of mockery or derision. May sighed in a way that bordered on moaning. “Yeah, I couldn’t hold it anymore…” She said, her voice trailing. “May, you know that it’s OK to pee in the woods, right?” Fern asked warmly. “Yeah, I just… didn’t.” May replied. Looking at her face, Shayla detected not a smile, but perhaps the promise of one. “How come?” Fern asked, seeming just a bit more serious. “I didn’t find a good place to go pee.” May added. “May, not to judge or anything, but I think you could have found somewhere to go.” Fern said, in the closest thing to a stern voice Shayla had heard. Shayla found herself agreeing with Fern’s general point, but found herself antsy to turn in the clues. “And Shayla, did you remind May to go pee when she needed to?” Since when was that my problem? Shayla thought. “I didn’t know I was supposed to.” Shayla said. “You girls are supposed to watch out for each other. If you notice the other needs to go pee, you should both find somewhere to go.” This is bullshit. It’s not my fault May decided to piss herself instead of going in the trees. Shayla thought. Before Shayla could refute Fern’s demands, May spoke up. “It was my fault. I didn’t let Shayla know that I needed to pee and I waited until it was too late. I was embarrassed because Shayla was holding herself so well.” Shayla blushed. She didn’t usually get complimented on her ability to hold it. “Shayla, is this true? Did you manage to hold it?” Fern asked. Eager to chip in and offer encouragement, Melody added “Yeah, are your big girl panties nice and dry?” She smiled. “Actually…” Shayla paused, in slight disbelief, “They are.” “Good job then, Shayla.” Fern commented. “But we’ll have to see if it’s true. For all I know, you could have had an accident.” What? But we have to get the clues turned in! Shayla thought. “Ummm, Fern, can we do it later?” Shayla pleaded. “We have all of the clues and we have to turn them in.” “Not now, Shayla. I’m not letting May turn the clues in with wet pants and I need to check to make sure you’re all dry.” This is so embarrassing. Shayla thought. But I have to get the clues turned in now! “Can’t you just check me here?” Shayla asked. At least there isn’t anyone around… After all of the hoops she was having to jump through, Shayla had her heart set on winning the prize, no matter the phenomenal cost to her pride. She would show up in the center of the camp, pullup fully visible, if required. “Well… I guess we can check you here.” Fern said. “Everyone, look away.” Melody and Shayla turned their backs, as instructed. Shayla blushed with overwhelming embarrassment, frantically searching for anyone who might see her humiliating predicament. This won’t last forever. It’ll be over pretty quick. In the harsh glare of the flashlight, Fern pulled Shayla’s pink shorts down slightly, completely exposing Shayla’s pullup. “It looks dry from the outside.” Fern said, staring at the wetness indicator. “I’ll have to take a closer look.” Fern pulled the front of Shayla’s pullup away from her skin, revealing her trimmed pubic hair. As the light shone on her sensitive regions, Shayla flushed with embarrassment and, annoyingly, arousal. “Just a few little dribbles.” Fern said in a beaming voice. “Such a good job!” Shayla pulled her pants back up, smiling. “Good job, Shayla!” said Melody. Ugh, I guess that’s what passes for praise around here. It does feel good to achieve something, though. Shayla thought, trying to use triumph to distract from pure humiliation. “So, can I go turn in the clues yet?” Shayla asked. At this point, the fact that her flowery pullup diaper was still visibly poking from her waistband was in the very back of her mind. Shayla wanted nothing more than to turn in the clues. Reluctantly, Fern agreed. “All right, go turn in the clues. You don’t need to change just yet. When you’re done, meet us in front of the dining hall.” Yes! Thought Shayla. May handed her the backpack and Shayla took off. Fern, May, and Melody continued towards Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla ran and ran, only stopping for brief spells to catch her breath. She had survived a few near-accidents and an embarrassing diaper check, but she was at least going to win the prize. Nearly tripping over stray branches and pinecones, Shayla booked it to the center of the camp. The next thing she saw truly made her heart drop. She spotted two girls, giggling and walking towards the lamp on the picnic table: the picnic table where they were supposed to turn in the clues. Her heart dropped even further than she thought possible when Shayla recognized their giggles and voices: it was Emily and Willow.
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  49. It was a VK profile. The thing about those, is that every vk video linked is literally just a video overlay over a ton of different videos on the profile, you can literally see them underneath, and just literally click on them underneath, or literally in the sidebar on that very video. When you link a vk video you're essentially just linking to a profile with an overlay, rather than just a specific video, so we treat it as such. So when we click on one of those links, and can literally see an in2p video directly underneath it, we take down the link. Its as simple as that. Its more than just a legal thing for us, we care about the producers who respectfully ask that we keep ways to get their content for free off our site. We've fostered great relationships with some of them even, like our own @TVGuy. We don't want links to those videos. We don't want links to profiles with said videos. We don't want people subverting our guidelines and terms through dm's. We respect content producers wishes 100% when they come to us about it, point blank period. If you don't like that, and are going to throw tantrums over it, sorry buddy then this ain't the place for you. I didn't issue a warning when taking it down because of the circumstance, but if it had been a direct unapologetic link, I would have. Hopefully this gives you greater insight into how we operate. And before someone dives into the inevitable "Well SO AND SO posted THIS over HERE" as some sort of argument, like Maki said, we're two people running this site. Instead of complaining that we didn't become omnicient and see it, use the report button. Then we will see it, and we will act.
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    So I stumbled across this the other day and couldn't wait to share it with people. This hour long video is mostly a gynecological medical exam (so perfect for those with medical and gyno fetishes), but the premise is a young woman is doing the exam due to a bedwetting problem. It starts with her waking up in a wet pullup, with her 'mother' changing and scolding her, and her eventually being taken to a medical appointment while wearing a pullup diaper for extra humiliation. At the end of the exam (which is not at all accurate for anyone one who has ever had one, and is very much enema-focused) she puts the pullup back on and there's a discussion of her issue with her mother and the doctor ***Caution: This is Gyno Porn first, bedwetting content a distant third behind enema stuff. You have been warned, expect speculums (specula?), injections, breast exams, etc.*** ***Caution: Contains images of nudity, a needle, and a cervix*** Hope you enjoy! Rach
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