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  1. I have been working way too much this week and I NEED an accident ( and a shtupping) desperately. I need it in my BONES and pussy 😇. Hopefully tomorrow is my day. I a 🏈 widow again and I am THRILLED🥰. As I can't make any new content right now with my schedule and y'all have been so supportive, I thought you all deserved a treat from earlier in the summer. I worked late and had a gals date that I was behind for. I also had to pee HORRIBLY. It was about 730 here and I hadn't gone since about 3. That means 2L of water, 2 cups of coffee since my last pee. A total of 4 L and 3 c of water that day, my usual mandatory fluids consumption. So bc I had to go so badly and the bar was only 12 minutes away I figured I HAD this. Well, after running out of my office, off the elevator and into my car, I realized that I was NOT gonna make it. I did have the wherewithall to turn my camera on before hopping out though. And y'all are very very welcome 😈. And thank God bc this is a gusher. These are those leggings with absolutely no crotch left in them. It makes for a lot of arousal bc I get stimulation all day since I don't wear panties AND the piss can free fall and y'all get a sorta glimpse of my pussy. I am audibly suffering and whimpering at the beginning . After this accident I stripped those leggings off and my wet throbbing cunt and I went out with the gals and sat by the ocean in my drenched pissy dress, smiling like the cat that ate the canary behind my sunnies. They had no idea. 🤭 XO InShot_20211102_212538602.mp4
    14 points
  2. So this happened to me recently and I figured this would be a good place to share it. This is my first time sharing that I’ve done this or even enjoyed it so wish me luck… okay, so it was after work one day and I had been drinking some juice while waiting for the bus. Keep in mind I live in a very busy city so it would take a while for the bus to come and for me to get home. It was also fairly cold which tends to make me need to pee easily. So, I was waiting and suddenly felt the urge to pee. But of course I thought okay no problem I’ll just hold it til I get home. A few more minutes passed and honestly the urge already had gotten stronger. By that point the bus had pulled up and I was not trying to miss it at all, it would take forever for the next one, so I got on. Right away I was squirming in my seat and trying to hold my pee with out it being really obvious on this crowded bus. I tried listening to music to ignore the feeling but it was not working at all. The bus ride was going to be around an hour with the traffic and within 30 mins my legs were crossed because If I didn’t keep them crossed I would probably start to wet myself and there were so many people on the bus. My plan was to wait until I got to my stop and just completely wet my leggings once I got into my neighborhood as It was dark and I was sure no one would notice if I could just hold it for that long. I kept squirming and checking the time and traffic just kept dragging the ride on longer and longer and now I had to pee so badly that I was shaking. My squirming had also become really obvious I’m sure even though I tried to hide it, but my legs being crossed probably made it so obvious. I was 6 stops away and I felt a little trickle come out, I stopped it, then a little more trickled out and I stopped it again. It felt good but also really embarrassing and I needed to go do this somewhere more private. I looked down and sure enough there was a tiny wet spot on my leggings and at this point I was definitely accepting that I was going to have a complete accident The bus stopped somewhere random and I hopped up very quickly, still shaking and full of pee and quickly walked into the neighborhood. I stood next to an old mattress in the dark and was ready to do this. Unfortunately, a lady was taking her time walking past me and lighting her cigarette so I had to try and hold it until she passed. I couldn’t. I let a longer trickle out and down my leg thinking it would be enough until the woman had passed but no, I needed to go. I slowly started to pee myself. I would get shy and stop and I would move my underwear around to feel how wet it was (because I honestly liked it, a lot).The second the woman passed I let the full stream spurt out and I wasn’t stopping. Soon enough I was standing in a puddle , hoping no one could see me, and then I tied a jacket around my waist and walked home with wet leggings. Thanks for reading I know it was a bit long!
    11 points
  3. What got everything started was that I was jumping on the trampoline at home and I leaked a lot. Enough it was noticeable, but I was not trying to let go. But after jumping I had to go more! But I was going to ignore it. Then I sat on the tire swing and was having some fun. And I was enjoying the feeling of the wet jeans. So I think to myself..I'm home alone..why not enjoy the sun? It was a freeing rush. 20210917_143151_1_1_1.mp4
    11 points
  4. Found this video of Phoebe Bridgers and another woman talking about peeing their pants, wetting the bed, and having to wear pull-ups/goodnites. No wetting in the video, just a conversation that was originally live-streamed on tiktok. Was surprised that they were so willing to just talk about it on a live-stream. Recommend skipping to the 1 minute mark. Pee Pee Bridgers.mp4
    11 points
  5. It is such a nice day. I drank a red bull and had some water and decided to go for my daily walk. I keep hearing how awesome wet blue jeans feel. The story plays around in my head..anyways. I'm walking drinking water and I sit to watch some birds frolic about. Its not *too* crowded. And it really hits me. I gotta go. Like now. So me being me..I try to fight it. And I start walking again. I made it to a secluded area of the walking trail. And I sat down. Wow! What a rush. More interesting when I stood up..I couldn't stop! And I didn't know there was that much left!
    8 points
  6. I was just sitting on my porch at home and I had been drinking a lot of water. Sometimes I like to play holding games with myself. I think its a lot of fun 🙂 This time I thought it would be fun to show the end of how the game ends up. What are your thoughts? I love the fact that my furniture outside is water proof. I feel like I could get away with this at parties. I am not sure if this link is going to work... https://drive.google.com/file/d/1xtZ60g8hyX2HRxeo2syJe8GXjtEVAUZF/view?usp=sharing
    8 points
  7. Zoe pressed her forehead against the car window, rolled her eyes, and let out a sigh. Her family's minivan, packed to the brim with luggage, coolers, and beach gear, sped down the highway. The sun beating through the window competing with the arctic breeze from the air conditioning made her feel both too hot and too cold at the same time. It was by the far the most miserable she'd ever felt going on a vacation. The miseries had been mounting by the month, the week, the day, and now by the minute. She drew in a breath and held it, tightening her core and pulling her hips inward. She flexed one thigh and then the other, then back and forth again, ping-ponging quicker and quicker until she abruptly stopped. The tension in her bladder started rising two states ago and it was getting to the point where Zoe could only turn her focus elsewhere for a few seconds before the urge to pee interrupted again. Still, she thought, returning her breath to a normal cadence, any more bouncing of her legs and the whole car would know the situation. It was just something else to deal with, a perfectly logical continuation of the story of 2020. For starters, the last three months of her senior year of high school took place entirely online, a situation that students and teachers alike each hated. Zoe had also spent the winter planning the perfect weekend for her 18th birthday. It had taken weeks to get her parents to agree to let her go down to the shore with her friends for a Friday and Saturday night, only winning them over by agreeing to also have the conservative backyard party her folks preferred on Sunday with relatives and neighbors. Instead her birthday weekend turned into... well, any other weekend stuck inside with her parents and her siblings, except with a cheap grocery store cake. Her mother always, always made a cake from scratch for each and every one of their birthdays. But the grocery stores were completely sold out of flour, sugar, and vanilla as everyone decided to take up baking during quarantine. 17 birthdays for Zoe, 15 for Paige, and 13 for Chase. That was 44 birthdays, 44 freshly-baked cakes. Her brother had even gotten his in just under the wire, turning 13 in February before everything changed. 44 in a row, but Zoe's 18th birthday had broken the streak. Instead of the perfect birthday weekend there was no trip to the shore, a Zoom call with her friends that hardly took the place of a true celebration, and a mediocre cake to boot. She turned her gaze from out the window over toward Paige, who was busy scrolling through her Instagram feed. This trip surely wasn't what she pictured for her 16th birthday -- there'd be no Sweet 16 party, and she'd also be limited to Zoom calls from friends -- but they were on their way to a fancy-schmancy beach house, plus she'd be getting a proper cake. The car was loaded up with coolers full of enough food to last them the week plus an entire bag of baking essentials to start a new cake streak. Zoe pulled out her phone and tried to distract herself, but none of her friends posted anything interesting in the fifteen minutes since she'd last looked. With a bored sigh, she pulled her right leg up onto the seat and pressed her heel against her left thigh. As her body adjusted to the new sensation her desire for a bathroom dissipated, but only for a fleeting moment. The heaviness in her abdomen soon returned, lingering no matter where she moved her leg. "Are we stopping anytime soon? Like for gas?" she decided to ask. The second question came out as an almost involuntary deflection. She wasn't worried they wouldn't stop if she said she had to pee. Zoe was far too familiar with their "old fashioned" or "strict" ways -- the way she'd describe it would depend on how forgiving she felt at the moment -- but they wouldn't make her sit there with a full bladder and hold it in for no good reason. No, it was more that she just didn't know like anybody knowing her business. That old trope about girls always going to the bathroom together? Zoe hated that. And if the girl insisted on sitting in the next stall over and talking the whole way through? Even worse. She didn't understand how anyone could actually relieve themselves under those circumstances but it happened often enough that she internalized that her pee shyness as the outlier. To her friends she was absent-minded, always leaving her bag behind when in truth she did it purposefully so that she could "remember" a few minutes later and pee in peace. Her friend Ally always joked that she needed to handcuff it to her wrist, taking it so far as buying her a toy pair as a gag gift. Oh right, another misery: Last summer she let Ally talk her into signing up for one of those extreme obstacle course mud races. Like the A and Z at the beginning of their names, Ally and Zoe seemed like they couldn't be more different. Ally lived for sports, and when regular high school track and charity 5K runs stopped exciting her, she delved into the mud runs. Zoe, on the other hand, hated sports. She didn't hate the idea. It's just that her family adhered a little too closely to the old sexist tropes and so she grew up in the kitchen with her mother and not playing catch with her dad. By the time she sought to fix this it was too late, she was too far behind. Gym class was routinely a nightmare and the one time she felt bold enough to step outside of her comfort zone ended in disaster: the sixth grade basketball tryouts, the one sport she thought her natural height advtantage might make up for the fact she could count on her fingers the number of times she'd shot a basketball in her life. Rather than seeing her as a future star who just needed to be molded, the coach not-so-subtly mentioned that the school play was also holding auditions and the yearbook committee was always looking for new members, too. And so that was the beginning and end of her athletic career. Ally had been persistent, though, and with an eye toward getting in shape before she started college, Zoe agreed to sign up with her. She went with Ally to the track, to the gym, to the park, working all through the winter to get ready for the race in May. All that time spent being miserable on long runs and short sprints, getting herself in the best shape of her life -- okay, that wasn't saying much -- only to feel even more miserable when the race got canceled. Her weight bounced back up more than a few pounds while there was practically nothing to do but sit inside and eat. Her height helped to disguise it and even at her heaviest only the select few bitchiest girls at school would call her fat. Still, she felt a lot better trying on clothes after her winter of working out than she ever had before. As she felt the waistband of her purple leggings pressing firmly against her skin she lamented the loss of progress and wished wished she'd worn one of her older, roomier pairs. And of course Zoe recognized that none of these were truly miserable circumstances. Everyone she knew was healthy. Her family hadn't lost any income and wasn't facing eviction. A canceled race, no school graduation, and store-bought cake were not the worst things in the world. They were the minor inconveniences that most everybody was dealing with given the pandemic. But in a way that was its own brand of misery: Feeling bad because these exciting things were getting wiped out, and then feeling bad about feeling bad because, actually, things weren't so bad. Zoe hadn't come to any grand conclusions about this emotional conflict other than that the world is complicated. "Wasn't planning on stopping for a while. still got almost a half-tank," her dad replied to her question, and Zoe's head returned from the clouds back into the car. Her swelling bladder counted as a legit concern, she decided, and being stuck in a car needing to relieve herself qualified her to feel slightly miserable. But she also didn't feel much like pressing the issue, putting the whole trip on pause just for her. She felt used to this sort of discomfort, waiting for the right moment to pee. Irrational? Sure, she was aware of that. Ally had no problem announcing to a group full of strangers that she had to pee. She told stories about dashing just off the cross-country course to relieve herself. Zoe didn't even feel comfortable making the request around her own family. Were she still at home she would have gotten up and gone a while ago, but here she was trapped in her seat. Even the best car seat loses comfort a few hours in, doubly so with a full bladder. So she pressed her knees together and closed her eyes softly, as if she could simply relax away the building pressure. Then her sister spoke up. "Well, can we?" Paige asked. "My foot's falling asleep and I have to pee." Sure, Zoe thought, of course she had no issues with bringing it up either. But it was all the better that she did. Their dad bounced his head from side to side, doing the sort of Dad Math that road trips demand. Along with sealing in the juices and keeping a tidy lawn, making good time on a car ride is one of the pillars of fatherhood. He settled on a course of action. "All right, we'll get to the bridge at the end of this road and make a stop there," he said. "Nicer bathrooms than these gas stations I bet, and a pretty nice view, too." An ETA would have been nice, Zoe thought. She could pull her phone back out and punch it in on her GPS but it didn't sound like it would be too long a time. If someone had complained that they were hungry then he might have told them to remember to pack a protein bar next time and kept on driving, but Paige had said she needed a bathroom and he wouldn't ignore that. Zoe scooted back in the seat so that she could lean forward slightly to help with the urge. She glanced at Paige, who hadn't even registered their dad's response and was right back to her phone. Zoe wondered if she actually needed to go or if she was just bored. The car rolled by a few more gas stations and Zoe had to agree they didn't look very appealing. Even as she started feeling the urge all the way down to her toes, where she flexed one set and then the other, she didn't feel too bad about skipping these places. She doubted they were taking extra cleaning measures because of the pandemic, mostly because "extra" implies there was some amount of cleaning going on to begin with. Signs started to appear on the roadside about the upcoming bridge. 6 miles... 4 miles... 2 miles... Zoe started to already feel some measure of relief being so close. Mental relief, anyway. The signs clued her bladder into the sense that she'd be able to go soon and went into overdrive the way it does when you're dying for a pee and a toilet is near. So she had to really concentrate, really squeeze down all those muscles, while reminding herself that her body was just playing a trick on her. The open road began to stack up with some traffic, a fact Zoe remained unaware of as her attention was focused inward. She was ready to be relaxed again, to sit in the car and zone out, to not calculate each movement of her legs. At the moment she had her feet off to the right side and knees pushed together over the left. Then the car hit a bump, threw off her delicate balance, and sent the urge to pee up a few notches. So she swung her feet and knees in the opposite direction. The car slowed from 60 mph, down to 40, then 25, slow enough for Zoe to take note. Her internal clock told her they should be there by now but instead the car would lurch forward, brake, lurch forward, brake, dragging along but never coming to a complete stop. The motion of the car distressed her bladder all the more, the liquid inside drifting back and forth and causing new nerves to send signals of despair to her brain. Her dad shifted the car into the left lane and Zoe watched as the right line grinded to a stop. "Looks like everyone's getting off there for some reason," her dad said. "You good to wait until we get across, Paige? There's another spot just like this on the other side of the bridge." "Uh, yeah, sure," Paige answered. Zoe glanced over and noticed her sister shift her position after answering. I guess she isn't just bored, Zoe thought. Still, she could sense that Paige wasn't as far down the path as she was. Zoe groaned internally as the cycle continued: she had to pee, so thoughts of sitting on a toilet and letting it all go filled her mind... but those thoughts only intensified the urge. The car rolled on, slowly now that the road converged into one lane over the bridge. Zoe looked out at the bay glistening in the sunlight, a pretty sight were it not for the fact that endless water was the last thing she wanted to focus on right now. Two things became quickly apparent: first of all, this wasn't the sort of bridge she expected. She couldn't see the other side, the road stretching as far as she could see, even looking like it disappeared at one point. Secondly, all those people exiting at the north end of the bridge seemed to know something her dad didn't because the car soon came to a complete stop with only brake lights ahead. "Why aren't we moving?" her brother asked from the middle seat. "I don't know, bud," her dad replied from the front. He turned to their mom. "Hun, can you check the GPS? It's usually not this bad this far away from the tunnel." Then he clicked off the air conditioning and rolled down the front windows, filling the minivan with the scent of the water. "Pretty cool view though, right?" he asked the rest of the car. "I always loved this part when we came this way when I was a kid. It starts as this bridge, then turns into a tunnel, then back into a bridge! Really cool, right?" Zoe had no interest in the view. She sat up stiff in her seat in the back row and pulled up her phone, worried. She remembered the name of the bridge from the road signs and punched it in, pulling up the Wikipedia page. She felt her eyes start to bulge out of their sockets when she read the first sentence. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge–Tunnel (CBBT) is a 17.6-mile (28.3 km) bridge–tunnel crossing at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay, the Hampton Roads harbor, and nearby mouths of the James and Elizabeth rivers in the U.S. state of Virginia. 17.6 miles! She pulled both of her feet up onto the seat and pressed her knees together. Even if they were going 60 mph, it would take them 17 minutes to make it all the way across. And they were decidedly NOT going 60 mph. Every time they got even a little bit of speed they'd immediately have to slow down, often to a total stop. She wiped away a little bit of sweat that had started to form over her eyes and went to open her Maps app to see how long this was going to take, but her mom got there first. "Slowdown on your route," she read from her phone's screen. "Red, red, red..." she narrated as she scrolled to trace the line on the map indicating heavy traffic. "Oh, it looks like it doesn't turn blue again until we're through the tunnel." Zoe groaned, aloud this time, and tilted her head back in frustration. She could feel her stomach growing tight, the weightiness of her full bladder pushing against her other organs. She was used to a small level of discomfort that came with her preference for privacy, but she was willing to give that up when she needed to go like this. It's one thing to put it off ten more minutes in class rather than ask for a hall pass or to hold out until her sister or brother asked to stop. It was another thing to be stuck on this bridge, inching along, without the option of a bathroom no matter how willing she was to admit it. Her groan and her feet on the seat caught the attention of her sister next to her. Zoe turned her head slightly, then quickly turned away before making eye contact. Too late. "Wishing we would've stopped before the bridge?" Paige asked with a tiny grin. She had of course noticed her sister's slightly odd toilet habits over the years. She found it curious more than anything else and didn't bring it up much, but every now and then it was fun to poke at her older sister. Zoe gave a non-committal shrug, but the way she dropped her feet back to the floor in an effort to look unconcerned told Paige all she needed to know. "Yeah, me too," Paige said. "But at least I don't have to go like this." She lifted her own feet and mimicked an exaggerated version of Zoe's old position. Their father saw in the rearview mirror and half-turned. "You okay back there, Paige? If I knew it was going to be like this I would've stopped back at the bathrooms before the bridge." "Oh, I'll be okay until we stop," Paige replied, shifting back to normal. "Zoe's the one who really needs to go." Zoe felt her cheeks heat up, getting drawn into precisely the kind of conversation she hated. "I'm fine, too," she said quickly, but she could tell with her core tightening to keep a hold on her swollen bladder that she didn't sound as non-chalant as her sister. "Well you could have asked at any time and we would've stopped," her mom said. "Now you're just going to have to hold it. Brake lights!!" She pointed ahead frantically. Zoe's dad quickly jammed the brake pedal to bring the van to a stop. Zoe clenched her jaw as she lurched foward, the seatbelt pressing hard against her waist. She let out an audible groan. The persistently growing dull ache, was turning more acute by the minute. Her bladder was no longer asking for relief, it was practically begging for it. She tried to draw in some deep breaths and relax as they got moving again, but it felt like there wasn't even room inside her for her lungs to expand anymore. Just an ocean of pee inside her, stretching the walls of her bladder ever further. She had felt the nerves down there tingling before but now it felt like they were on fire. She lifted her right leg over her left, pressing her thighs together and curling up her toes inside her sneakers. Her need to pee was becoming a full-body concern. The traffic moved -- slowly, but they were moving -- and Zoe stared out the window at some boats on the water in the distance, but her concentration was broken again and again by the pounding going on inside of her. Zoe noticed the van coming up on a portion of the shoulder of the road widen with a sign marked "Emergency Pull Off." Two cars were parked there and as they passed by Zoe wondered if either was stopped for the kind of emergency she was experiencing. Her mind recoiled at the idea of having to pee on the side of the road. Or maybe, she realized with creeping dread, it was because that scenario was starting to become a possibility. She really, really needed to pee and this bridge seemed to go on forever. Before she could start rehearsing in her head a way to ask about it, she firmly reminded herself that emergencies were what little kids had, not girls her age. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, careful not to turn her head and make eye contact with Paige because Zoe sensed how unnatural the movement must have looked. But everything needed to be done delicately, she thought, to maintain order and balance within herself. It felt like one wrong move was going to make her burst. Out the front of the window she spotted a sign over the road: TUNNEL 1 MILE AHEAD. She let out a long exhale. That's when the traffic would really start moving again and even that would be a win. It was the slow crawl of traffic that was the torture, the knowledge that if things were moving normally they'd already be back on the road after a stop. But instead her urgently-needed toilet break was just Out There in the future, delayed for no good reason. Zoe couldn't sit up straight anymore without a searing reminder in her abdomen, so she leaned forward slightly up against the tension of the seatbelt, her legs still firmly crossed. She could see the flashing lights from a siren as her family's van finally arrived near the incident that holding everybody up. They slowed one final time to pass narrowly by the police car and the broken-down car it was trying to assist, hood open. "Finally," her dad said as he hit the gas. "Shouldn't be too much longer from here," he announced to the rest of the car. They reached the tunnel and Zoe took advantage of the dimmer light to press her hand between her thighs, to finally push back against the immense pressure. Her chest still felt tight but she cherished the moment of relief until the pounding of her overfull bladder returned all too soon. The tunnel ramped up and daylight filled the van again. They were back above the water, zipping along now. Zoe released her hand from between her thighs. She closed her eyes, imagining a superpower where she could simply wish away the demanding impusle. But with a thumping wave of pressure, her body reminded her she was merely human. All that pee stored inside of her was going to have to go somewhere, and soon. Zoe started to remember the one time her toilet shyness had almost gotten her into serious trouble: freshman year, gym class. She'd been held up by a teacher in her biology class and rushed to get changed so she could pee before going out to the softball field. But a group of older girls were around the toilets and so she decided to wait until after and use the bathroom closer to her next class which she'd found to be less crowded. And so she did, successfully making it through a softball game without once fielding or throwing a ball. Walking back toward the school she felt her need to pee was about as bad as she would let it get and that maybe she'd use the toilet in the changing room anyway. That's when the fire alarms went off. Her class stopped outside while the rest of the school emptied out. Zoe waited, waited, waited for the fire drill to end and to be let back in, growing more and more desperate. Word got around that this wasn't a fire drill. Someone said there was a fire in the cafeteria. Someone else said that wasn't true and someone must've just pulled the alarm. She didn't care about the particulars, she was just interested in getting to a toilet. It took almost all of the next class period, 45 minutes, for a fire truck to finally show up. That was 45 minutes of standing around, no distractions, just an ache that got worse and worse until her legs were bouncing and... In the van, she stopped daydreaming to realize that her legs were bouncing right now. This was getting to be worse than that day. Plus she had seen a couple of guys and at least one girl dash into the woods adjacent to the school. It was quite apparent why, and while the thought of half the school seeing her make that trek to relieve herself horrified her, she had just started to consider it when the fire marshal gave the all-clear, the bells rang, and students were let back in. She made a beeline for the stalls and practically melted with relief as she sat down. At least that day there was another option, as much as she detested it. Now they were on a one-lane bridge with no shoulder. She had to pee so bad and her only choice was to wait, to hold it all back. She thought she was having déjà vu when she looked out the front and saw a sign: TUNNEL 1 MILE AHEAD "There's another tunnel?!" she asked, her exasperation getting the best of her. "Yes, but we're almost there," her mother replied. "Look, you can see the main land over there. Just keep holding it, okay?" Zoe bit down hard on her lip, partially from embarrassment and partially because she needed somewhere to direct her increasingly nervous energy. For a brief moment her body was able to focus on that sensation, but the throbbing need to pee quickly interceded and washed back over her. They dipped down into the second tunnel and this time Zoe bent forward and buried both hands between her legs, shoving them against her pee hole. God, I have to pee SO bad, she thought to herself. Her cheeks were hot and there were beads of sweat on her forehead and along the waistband of her leggings, but she felt goosebumps pop up on her arms and a cold shiver ran through her. The car emerged and Paige looked over to see her sister in dire need of relief. She'd certainly never seen Zoe like this, and come to think of it, she couldn't really remember anyone looking quite so desperate. Well, except for maybe Kinsley, their 3 year old cousin who was just starting to master potty training the last time they'd seen her. Paige stifled a smile at the thought of Zoe being reminded to use the potty and turned away. Zoe pulled her hands out and pushed against the seat with stiff arms. Some parts of her body were growing numb but the searing anguish was only becoming more acute. She uncrossed her legs and almost immediately they started to jiggle wildly up and down. With a great effort she managed to reduce it to a quiver, but she had to pee so, SO bad that she was losing control over herself. She pushed her butt back down against the seat, still bent over in agony. Her heart seemed to jump up into her throat as the van slowed again. Zoe looked up, terrified of more traffic, but saw the tollbooth instead. Her legs started dancing all on their own again. She had to pee worse than she'd ever had to in her entire life, but she had made it over the bridge. She didn't even bother to try and stop her bouncing thighs. She was SO close. The van rolled off the exit ramp and into a parking lot. Zoe was singularly focused on holding back the ocean of pee inside of her and stem the ever-rising tide. They slipped into a parking space and she undid her seatbelt. With the fabric no longer digging into her waist she sensed a brief reprieve from the pressure, but that disappeared as soon as she darted out the side door. A roaring spasm shocked her body and she had no choice but to quickly grab herself to prevent an eruption. Her mom stepped out of the front passenger door just in time to see. "For God's sake, Zoe, keep it together," she said disapprovingly. Sure, the traffic was terrible and she was looking forward to relieving herself too but she couldn't quite believe her oldest daughter had let it get this bad. "I'm going to go get some food for the rest of the drive while you and your sister run off to the bathroom. What about you, Chase, are you hungry or do you need to pee first, too?" Zoe didn't wait around for her brother's answer and instead started beelining it toward the building with the bathrooms. Paige followed behind while her parents and brother went toward the building on the opposite side of the parking lot. Every step seemed to magnify the pressure tenfold. She could only manage the shortest of breaths as the the weight of all that pee pushing down was becoming completely unbearable. She was DYING to get to a toilet. Her vulva was pounding with a tension she wouldn't have been able to imagine if she weren't living through it. She made it halfway there before glancing over at her sister and noticing something on her wrist. Oh, FUCK. She froze. "Oh god I forgot my mask...! Oh god PLEASE let me borrow yours and go and you can get mine from the car, please!" She pleaded. "Come on, I have to pee, too." Paige protested. "Not this bad, I swear to God, PLEASE!" Zoe was doubled over. "I'm seriously about to pee in my pants, I can't go all the way back to the car, please!" Paige gave a sigh and pulled her mask off her wrist and handed it to Zoe, who grabbed it and took off like a relay racer. "Thank you thank you thank you!" She called as she took off once again, while Paige turned around to track down her parents to get the keys. Zoe came up to the building, slipped on her mask and pranced through the doors, looking around frantically. To the left was a bank of what used to be pay phone; to the right she saw the sign for the restrooms. She passed by the men's room, sheepishly looking at the ground to avoid the stares she knew she was getting. There was no hiding it, her jagged walk a telltale sign of her frantic desperation. She rounded the corner and nearly burst into tears. There was a line down the hallway of nearly 20 women. No, no, NO! She had made it all this way, waited and waited, held it and held it. There was no way she was going to be able to make it through a line this long. She collapsed her weight against the wall and dug her hand into her crotch again. She HAD to hold it, she thought to herself. There was no other choice. The line had hardly moved by the time Paige caught up. "Jesus, this line sucks," Paige said. "I guess a lot of people really needed to go after all that traffic." "You seriously have NO idea how bad I have to go right now," Zoe said nervously. "I can't even, like, I can't even think right now, I have to PEE!" She was keeping her legs stiff, muscles clenched, but they were getting wobbly all on their own, exhausted from the task of holding back so much pee. Paige pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Hey, mom just texted." She paused. "Here, look!" She added with some giddiness. It took Zoe a second to be able to focus her eyes on the screen. She read: "Almost no line for the family bathroom over here." "Should we go?" Paige asked. Zoe looked helplessly at the line in front of her. "I don't even know if I can move without peeing..." "Come on, this line is going to take forever. You can make it," Paige said. Zoe pushed her weight off the wall and her knees buckled. She gave the line more look. "Fuhhhhhh-" Another spasm caused her to shiver. "Fine, okay, let's go." Zoe honestly wasn't sure she could take another five steps without losing control but somehow she managed to stumble back outside the building. Her bladder was screaming in agony, desperate beyond belief to push out a torrent of hot pee. She had to pause and grab herself yet again, a split-second away from a drop escaping. "You could just pee between cars," Paige offered, slightly impressed that Zoe had managed to make it even this long. Zoe felt more than ready for that. She wasn't sure where her bathroom anxiety went. She wasn't even sure if two plus two equaled four. Right now the only thing she was absolutely certain about was that she was at her absolute limit and needed to pee RIGHT NOW. "Oh wait," Paige said. "There's like, cops all around." Zoe let out a loud, embittered sigh. Wave after wave of pressure was engulfing her body as she came closer and closer to gushing pee into her underwear. With actual tears filling her eyes, she started across the parking lot. She could barely lift her feet off the ground, nearly dragging them the entire way. Paige opened up the door and Zoe hopped inside. Her gaze immediately found the bathroom. A mother was exiting with her toddler son and another went in. There was only one other person on line, a young mother with a baby in a carrier strapped in and a diaper bag in her hand. Zoe managed to shuffle her way over and stood behind them. She wiped her eyes dry and then grabbed herself with both hands, launching into a full-on peepee dance. This was it, she was SO close but god she had to pee SO bad. Her bladder was pulsing and her heart was pounding as beneath her mask she chewed on her lower lip. Her vulva and her thighs were burning, past their breaking point and begging to give up. Her body was defeated and revolting against her, and it was only pure will was keeping Zoe from soaking her legging with pee. Her bladder was contracting, trying to squeeze it out, but by some miracle she found a way to draw it back in. Then she heard some footsteps behind her, and a voice. "This is NOT how a girl your age acts, Savannah! Do you understand me?!" Zoe turned to see a very angry-looking mother scolding a girl who looked to be about 9 or 10. Zoe could only see the girl's eyes above her mask but the sheer horror in them told the story. That and the hand wedged between her legs. Zoe couldn't bear to look at anyone else as desperate to pee as she was so she turned away, but the mother's running commentary behind them was somehow worse. "You'd better be keeping those panties dry or else you're going to be in big trouble, Savannah! Am I clear?" "Yes, mommy." "We went through this on our trip to Granny's last winter, didn't we? You're going to be in 5th grade next year but if you act like a preschooler there are going to be consesquences. I made that clear, didn't I?" "Yes." "Good. So you're going to be a good girl and keep your panties dry?" Zoe grabbed herself even harder. She couldn't imagine how Savannah must have been feeling. It was almost impossible to hold it all in as it was. She grinded her thighs together around her hand as hard as she could. If someone was lecturing her like this she was pretty certain she wouldn't be able to do it. "Yes!" The girl exclaimed, but Zoe could tell how unconfident she sounded. "Or else-" "Mom, please!" The mom ignored the protest. "Or else I'm going to have to get you some more peepee pullups. Is that what you want?" A few seconds passed. "You answer me when I ask you a question, Savannah! Do you want to wear big girl panties or peepee pullups?" Zoe half-turned and saw the mortified girl covering her face with the one hand she had free. "Big girl panties," she could just barely hear the muffled reply. Zoe gave Paige a look and titled her head toward the younger girl. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, but her heart was aching for this poor girl. Zoe balled her fists and dug her fingernails into her palms, then turned around fully. "Um, do you want to go ahead of us?" she asked. It was apparent the mother had been too caught up in her own world to notice Zoe's obvious distress. "Yes, that would be great," she replied matter-of-factly, taking Savannah's wrist and leading her in front of Zoe and Paige. Paige stared at her sister, keeled over and grabbing herself once again, in shock. The door opened and the mother with the baby carrier started toward it. The other mother stepped forward too. "Would it be too much trouble if we jumped ahead?" she asked. The mother with the carrier turned and, noticing Savannah with her legs crossed tightly, gave a sympathetic look, then pointed to the carrier. "Sorry, but no, I've really got to get my baby changed and get back on the road." With that, she went in and closed the door. "Okay, Savannah," the other mother turned back to her daughter. "Keep holding it. I better not see one single drop of pee in your undies when we go in there!" Paige turned and looked at Zoe. "What a bitch," she muttered. The mom turned and scowled and both of them, but was unable to tell who had said it. For Zoe it was beyond discomfort, beyond unpleasant, beyond misery. It was absolute torture, all that pee forcing its way down to the very tip of her vulva. She couldn't summon the might to keep her legs the least bit steady. She had to pee so bad that her ears were ringing. Every single fiber of her being was breaking down, unable to withstand the throbbing of her bladder. Her eyes welled with tears once again. She was squeezing her muscles as hard as she could but they were simply exhausted and she could feel her grip slipping. Her abs were so sore it hurt to breathe. She stood doubled over, fingers pushing hard against her pee hole, but it was feeling hopeless. The spasms were no longer coming in waves, it was more like one constant contraction that was overtaking her. Watching the girl in front of her bounce around made it even worse. Zoe regretted letting her go ahead of her. She started wondering what would happen if Savannah DID have an accident. Maybe her mom would angrily pull her aside and Zoe would get to go after all. She thought she heard Savannah gasp and looked on, wondering if she'd see a stain. But instead she just continued on fighting what Zoe knew all too well was a furious, delirious need to pee. The door once again clicked open and out came the mother with the baby carrier. Zoe looked in and this time caught a glimpse of the toilet as Savannah and her mother raced in. That sight, the idea that she was THIS close to the relief that she'd longed for, sent her mind over the edge. "I can't do it," she said, her body trembling. "I don't think I can hold it." "Yeah you can, you're so close," Paige encouraged. "No, seriously, I can't hold it! I have to pee I have to pee I have to PEEEEEEE!" Zoe's eyes filled with tears of pure torment. Her bladder throbbed so violently she felt it in her toes. A jet of hot pee shot down and even with both hands pressing back she was powerless to stop it from gushing out and saturating her underwear. "Oh god, it's coming, it's coming!" Zoe bit down on her bottom lip so hard she nearly drew blood. Her body had felt a microscopic tinge of relief and it was demanding more. It all burned with relentless force, another surge of pee shooting straight through her defenses. Her vulva was hot with tension but she could still feel the effect of the warm pee in her panties. "I can't, I can't..." she choked out in a high-pitched squeal, feeling more and more helpless. She was rapidly losing control of her body. A trickle of pee started anew and Zoe felt it grow to a full-on stream, rapidly soaking her underwear. She managed to cut it off but the urge was so overwhelming and her legs were growing so weak she had to hold one arm out for balance. Her right hand remained buried between her legs, her sweaty fingers realizing a different moisture. Paige looked to her sister with alarm. "You're so close! Keep holding, keep holding!" She stood in astonishment as another rush of pee poured out, instantly staining the front of her sister's leggings. "Oh my god, you're actually peeing your pants!" Zoe's chest shuddered with raw embarrassment. She couldn't do this. Not right here. Not right now. She rejected the very notion that she could be standing here, 18 years old, having an accident in her pants. It seemed so impossible and yet she felt another convulsion and her thighs burn with sizzling pee once again. She stumbled forward toward the bathroom door and pounded it on. "Please hurry," she whimpered. "Please hurry up!" She heard an echoey voice from inside. "-back in pullups because you can't keep your panties dry like a big girl!" Zoe moaned in agony. Her mind seemed to give up. She hadn't been able to keep her panties dry. She stepped back from the door and rocked back and forth, bent at the knees and doubled over. She had nothing left to give, no strength left. A torrential wave of scorching pee exploded from her, causing a giant stain to spread across her wide butt. Paige stood, mouth agape beneath her mask, watching her older sister lose the battle. This was making her own need to pee start to feel urgent. Another eruption of pee came and with Zoe's inner thighs and butt already drenched, droplets splashed onto the floor. Zoe's lips were trembling in horror of the real-life nightmare she was powerless to stop. Her fingers pushed against herself in abject vain. More pee burst out of her and stained the entire left thigh of her leggings in a flash. Her last defense fell and she started peeing so forcefully it stung. The volume of it all was too great for her urethra and it began to hiss as it poured out, drowning her underwear and leggings. The stain spread until hardly any of the original light purple color remained, replaced with a dark, soggy violet. She tried to clamp down but her muscles were too exhausted to respond. The stream slowed for three seconds only to erupt again, flowing all the way down her legs, dripping off her feet, and widening the puddle beneath her. She looked up, the immediately turned away. Her mom, dad, and brother were walking over with their food. She couldn't stand to make eye contact with anyone. The hissing ceased and the stinging torrent finally began to slow, but she was still wetting her pants as she turned around to see her mom. "Zoe... oh my GOD!" The bathroom door opened behind her and Paige dashed in, grabbing herself. Savannah looked up at Zoe with puffy red eyes, while her mother led her away by the wrist. "Looks like you're not the only one who needs more potty training," she said to her daughter. Zoe dropped her head, staring directly at the yellow pond she'd created. 2020. What a miserable year. I have a n idea for a Part II, but considering I started writing this over a year ago... who knows when that might come.
    6 points
  8. DLEE-509

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    The video DLEE-509 "The style of adult women's pantie peeing", 1080p 4kbps.
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  9. Yes definitely just not if this event because it already happened but maybe something similar..I've been thinking about making videos for fun 🙂 I feel inspired by this site
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  10. I was in my British Literature class, we were going over the ending of Beowulf. As we were writing our reflection paper, I noticed that the girl sitting to the left and one seat up of me was squirming and kinda crossing their legs back and forth. For a little while I thought that I was just imagining it, but after about 15-20 minutes or so of it, I knew she actually needed to go. More time passes, and I just kept stealing glances, and by the looks of it, the need was piling on; she was crossing her legs more frequently and she was placing her textbook in her lap and hiding her hands holding herself. About another 20 minutes or so go by, and class is slowly drawing to a close when I catch her stiffen up and then what appeared to be her using her hand to check for potential wetness. The class ends and im taking my sweet time packing my stuff, because I wanted to see if there was a wet spot on the seat or her black pants. It appeared she was also taking her time packing up her stuff, but when she stood up I saw it, there was a puddle, albeit a very small one. She wiped it off, trying to disguise the motion as her reaching across the seat to unplug her laptop. All in all, I caught an in person leakage. It was my first time actually experiencing someone else in person leaking, so . . . I had a pretty good day.
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  11. It's like 78degrees, it's sunny. I'm outside in shorts and a lil tank top. Like everything is perfect. Then it hit me the urge to ruin this nice warm feeling. Well..warm feeling of the sun anyways. I was thinking if I just let a small amount out it will take the edge off. So I did. But it ft good so I let more out and I could feel all the warmth. Plus I enjoy making puddles. I was about to reach over and move my shorts to the side and let out a full stream..but I stopped in case that's too much nudity. But I still have the full video if it's allowed. 20210918_124309_1.mp4
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  12. Here's the 2nd part. The file was too big! It felt good to let it out. I'm still outside. 🙂 also I figure that watering flowers is a good excuse to have fun because I can spray myself with the hose and no one will know 20210918_124309_2_1.mp4 20210918_124425.mp4
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  13. This incredible point-of-view video places you in the middle of the action, as Alisha begs you to let her pee and you keep refusing. Ultimately, she can’t hold on any longer and ends up having an accident in her blue cotton panties. How could you be so mean to Alisha? Forcing her to have a humiliating accident in her underwear? As she grows ever more desperate to pee she begs you to let her go to the bathroom, but you keep refusing. Finally, the desperation is too much for her and she has a huge accident in her tiny cotton panties right in front of you.
    4 points
  14. 2 commissions, one for an annonymous commissioner and one for discord user Siv5122 respectively A soft shaded wetting image of Jenny Hart from the show bless the Harts A no shaded color desperation image of Siv5122's OC Svenja, a pilot, in an airplane unable to leave her seat due to turbulence, already starting to leak
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  15. I tried to hold it without using my hands again, and it just started coming out bit by bit, so I eventually gave in. I guess I need more practice or there will be more puddles (and laundry) in the future. Or maybe I should be careful not to over-do hydration. no_hands.mp4
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  16. So when I think about my favorite types of wettings to read about, I usually love reading about one central theme: car/bus rides. Today I’ll be trying my hand out at it. Also I want to note that my drawn inspiration comes from previous writings and that most to all credit goes to them. The Bad Road Trip: Tori looked down from her phone and impatiently tapped her foot on the ground. It had been just a few minutes since they just passed the border to Colorado. They just entered hour 5 of their drive to Denver and the mountain range where they would be staying. Tori looked out the window and examined the mountains in the far distance. They were beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but they still couldn’t distract her from the more pressing issue. Tori had always loved road trips to the mountains, they enabled her to bring out her passionate side in snowboarding which she couldn’t exercise in her home state of Minnesota. It was cold there during the winters but she lived in the city and there weren’t many mountain ranges to train on. Getting to head to Colorado every year was her only real chance of practicing her snowboarding. The issue was in the road trip itself. Tori herself had a great bladder in all, but the number of rest stops along the way was just horrendous. Even at 17, it was always hard as well for Tori to speak out, since the last thing she liked doing was peeing in public or outside. There had been one time where Tori refused to pee while hiking and ended up wetting herself on the trail. That was never going to happen again, she told herself that day. Tori bobbed her legs up and down as she scrolled through her dms and deleted numerous boy contacts from the list. Tori always felt more like a tool at her high school, since no one really tried to approach her personally. Guys would just let her body do the talking. As a result she noticed boys trailing her in the hallways staring at her butt or guys sneaking in pictures of her cleavage when she would walk to the bus. She only found enjoyment when she was with her friends. She opened up her map on her phone. They were still an hour out from the cabin and Tori was pretty sure they weren’t going to stop even if they saw a gas station. She just needed to relax. Tori stroked back her long brunette hair and sat back in her seat. She wanted to relax, but her bladder was keeping her from doing any such thing. She knew it was going to be close whether or not she could hold it until the cabin, but knew she’d rather take the chance then go into a public bathroom. Tori looked over at her other sisters Brooklyn and Maddie. They both were jamming to their music, but Maddie seemed to be visibly shaking a bit. It seemed as if her sister might be struggling like her as well. Maddie took her earbuds out. “Hey dad, when’s the next rest stop?” Their dad frowned at her through the mirror, “oh, sorry honey. We just passed the last one. It’ll be about an hour before we get to the cabin. Do you need to pee?” Maddie’s expression turned into one of concern, “yes, I really do.” Her dad’s tone turned a bit serious, “do you think you can make it there?” “I’m not sure,” Maddie replied back. Her dad stopped looking through the mirror, “just try your best.” Maddie glanced over at Tori. It didn’t seem like Maddie had to go as bad as Tori, but it seemed as if she was uncomfortable. They would both just have to wait. . They were approaching the cabin. Tori could see it in the distance. At this point her bladder was screaming out in pain to her. It had been 6 hours since she last emptied it and it had pent up more pee than what felt like Lake Michigan. She could see the exit to the highway and all they had to do was turn the corner. All of a sudden the car came to a sudden halt. Tori looked in front. A giant line of cars stood between them and what looked like a wreck on the exit about a mile away. Tori sat back in agony. They were right there, and now they might not make it there for another hour. Maddie was the first to speak, “how long will this take?” “I’m not sure Maddie, but we just have to wai-“ Maddie cut her dad off, “I can’t wait dad, I’m about to pee my pants! Just let me out of the car and I can go.” Her dad shook his head, “No, you aren’t doing that in front of hundreds of people. Get back in your seat.” Tori pondered her situation. She pondered the possibility of just letting go and relaxing in her seat, but thought better of it. This thought led to a spurt escaping into her underwear and leggings. She knew she wouldn’t last any longer than 10 minutes, so this traffic needed to move faster. … Tori was getting to the point of no return. Her bladder now was the shape of a balloon, and her legs were quivering. The traffic had started to move but they were still a good half mile away. She checked on her sister Maddie in the middle seat. She was tearing up and had her whole face scrunched up. After what looked like a leak escaped from under her seat she spoke, “I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to pee myself!” With one slick move Maddie threw herself towards the door while landing on top of her sister Tori. When opening the door she set her butt off of Tori’s seat and unleashed a waterfall of pee through her leggings and onto the road below. This pressure from her sister’s leg proved too much for Tori’s bladder to handle as well, as a puddle started to appear beneath her crotch. A continuous gushing sound filled the air as Tori’s seat and leggings soaked up with what felt like gallons of pee. Her puddle turned into a lake and then a river for the next two minutes. Once her sister was done and climbed off of her Tori was able to gain control and stemmed her flow. It was just in time to not have the seat overflow as well. Her sister plopped back down in her seat and sighed. She then noticed the darkness of Tori’s leggings in the seat. “What happened to you?” Tori was still in shock and in deep embarrassment. She couldn’t muster any words. Brooklyn looked at both of them. “Guess you guys should’ve worn protection like me.” Thanks for reading! Once again credit goes out to the new stories I read every day for inspiring me to write out my own versions of these stories.
    3 points
  17. View File Patches 4 - New Peeing Adventures - Starring Elizabeth - VHS rip From the dicussion of old Patches videos and it appears this one was released on VHS only then later withdrawn, so is not available as a download. As warmsuprize posted an old Patches download for me, I am returning the favour by uploading this VHS rip. Unfortunately, the equipment Patches and Wet Set used in the late 1990s to transfer Patches' original NTSC video to PAL for those in Europe reduced the video quality significantly. So, if you want quality video, this is not for you. If you want a piece of wetting history not available elsewhere and can live with the low quality, enjoy the nostalgia! I don't have software to produce screen shots, so I just added a screen grab of the first scene, which shows Elizabeth wetting in a lift and the quality. Submitter wettrousers Submitted 09/18/2021 Category Female  
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  18. Today´s plan was to take a walk in the forest, look for some mushrooms, just wet myself a tiny bit, and then go home and do something creative that didn´t include writing fetish porn. My bladder had other plans for me. Yeah, I did plan to wet, but just a little. I had this idea that i´d stage an almost made it accident for myself, pretend to find a secluded place off track to pee, and start peeing before I got my pants down. Then I would cover that patch with a sweater on the way home. But, just in case, I brought some spare pants with me. That was good. I had a big glass of water with my breakfast, and another one before I headed out, but nothing extreme. It surprised me that my bladder so soon made itself noticed with little spasms, as I walked up the streets through the village and towards the woods on the other side of the highway. I didn´t have that full bladder feeling, it just seemed to be very active today, maybe because I ended up holding a lot of pee during masturbation last night. I had just passed by all houses and reached the small path in the end of the road when I had a surge that caught me by surprise as I felt a few drops of pee warm my underwear. Seconds later I met a woman with a paper bag. If she had been walking this trail already there would be no mushrooms left, I thought, but I hoped she was one of those only looking for one kind of mushrooms, since I´m a little more skilled. It´s good for me to be reminded that there are other people than me in the woods, because it´s so rare that I bump into someone in the areas where I walk and that can make me too bold. Not that this reminder did anything to my behaviour today, but anyway. There were mushrooms left. Plenty. I just had to walk a few minutes when I saw bright yellow chantarelles among the leaves in the moss just a few meters from the trail. When I bent down to pick them up the bladder spasmed again, and I had to fight to hold it. Ok, so this is how you want it today, bladder, let´s play then! I thought. As I kept walking my bladder felt perfectly fine again, I didn´t feel the slightest need to pee, and then out of nowhere it contracted again. I love to hold when it behaves like that. Usually when I do holds, at least in the afternoon and evenings, I just feel very full, it´s a constant growing desperation and it seems to take ages to reach the point when I start leaking, not even then are there any real surges, it´s just slowly overflowing. When the bladder is more active like this there is more action and I love it. I soon spotted something yellowish white that looked interesting among the trees to my right, and sure there was a sea there of one of my favourite kinds of mushrooms. Google tells me they are called hedgehog mushrooms or hedge hog tooths in english (learned a new word today). If you haven´t tried being on a mushrooms picking hike when you need to pee, you should do it. It´s the perfect challenge. You need to stop walking and have a look around, you risk to lose concentration on your bladder when the spotting of some great find excites you, and then you need to bend over, crouch down to pick them up, and stand up again, until they are all gathered in your basket/bag, and those changes of positions triggers the bladder to another move. It was in one of those moves that I found myself pressing my knees tight together and still couldn´t avoid a second little leak to slip out. I checked my jeans as I kept walking, nothing showed yet, I just felt a little dampness against my fingers, but I could clearly feel the wetness in my panties. I was still sticking to my first plan – to almost make it. But I decided to challenge myself a little more first. I´d keep walking until I reached the gravel road further down, then I would pass by a house while still desperate, and after that I could pee. I still was doing ok and could walk in a relaxed manner between the surges. When I stopped to drink some water near the house, I had another one, I tried all I could to hold back against it, and I didn´t really feel myself peeing, it just got a little more warm between my legs. I had a quick look and there was a tiny little wet spot in my crotch, not yet visible to anyone but me. Now was really a good time to go pee to avoid any mishaps. But I didn´t want to. It just felt too good to keep holding. I gave myself another, much bigger challenge. In fifteen minutes walk or so, the trail would reach a gravel road, that I would have to walk along for another ten minutes. It was just a forest road that almost nobody used, but still, you don´t squat right next to a road right? I would have to hold it until I reached another trail leading into the woods again. The spasms were now coming in shorter intervals. As long as I kept walking I was pretty fine, but stopping to pick up another little mushroom I found, made me pee dancing, but I couldn´t just leave it there, could I? A few drops slipped out every now and then. I really needed to go now. But I hadn´t even reached the gravel road yet. When I did, I was starting to feel the arousal from the now fuller bladder pushing the clit area. Best way to stay dry would be to just keep walking fast through the spasms, having just small leaks sipping out, but to stop and ride them out felt so much better. So I was standing there on the road, my thighs tight together, focusing on the intense sensation of my bladder building up the surge, gasping in the fight against it, feeling myself losing it for another tiny spurt, and it felt fantastic. And again, stopping, breathing hard, riding it, enjoying it, relaxing my muscles in just the right moment to feel my vagina contract and pulsate in a hands-free semi-orgasm. Wow. Next time I stopped, the spasm was too hard. Instead of just causing a leaking a jet of pee shut out, and immediately a pretty little dark patch was growing in the front of my pants, down my left thigh. I couldn´t stop looking at it. Now it was obvious I had wet myself, but I could probably cover myself by keeping the bag with the mushrooms in front of me if I needed to. I had passed by an old abandoned little summer cottage, and would soon be where the trail leads up into the woods from the gravel road I was walking on. I had adjusted my original plan to try to save these pants. I was now hungering too much for the feeling of just fully relax and wet myself. I would find a place off track where I had some cover, and then I would sit down, and I would feel the pee spread under me, saturate the fabric of my jeans and stream down into the moss with a hissing sound. Damn, I needed to stop thinking about it, as the thought of it almost made me wet myself right there on the road. I started walking up the trail, it was uphill and I was on the verge of leaking with every step I took. I was so close to lose it now, it was high time to find a good place to wet. But the trail went across an open clear cut with good view from any directions, so I´d have to walk up the hill. Let´s head for that uprooted tree, I thought, in the very same moment that I felt the pee shooting out and start streaming down my legs. I clenched, bent over, tightened every little muscle I had, but I couldn´t hold it back. This was it. I was losing control. Not in one exploding waterfall, but in gushes that kept repeating themselves. I regained control for a second and then helplessly lost it again. Caught up in a wide range of emotions I still managed to take up the phone, and film myself, while losing another big spurt into my jeans, still thinking I should get out of the way, I shouldn´t be standing here filming myself peeing my jeans in full view from the trail, and I shouldn´t be peeing into these shoes, and fuck I can´t stop it, and it feels incredible... I wasn´t giving up, I kept trying to stop the flood, while making my way up the hill, but it was too brutally forceful. The spurts just kept coming, I kept peeing my pants. When I finally reached that tree I was wet all way down the back of my right leg, but these my favourite wetting jeans absorb great so at least nothing had gone into my shoes. I sat down on the tree, leaned back and let go of the rest. It was still a lot, and to finally allow it all to come out, feel it pool down my butt before streaming out between my legs felt amazing. I undressed and put on my sweatpants, but kept my wet panties underneath on the walk home as a nice naughty reminder of what just happened. I forgot to bring a plastic bag for the wet jeans, so I had to wrap them up in my rain jacket before putting them into my backpack. It didn´t matter, I think that rain jacket smelled a little bit of pee anyway from an earlier adventure. Now it´s all in the washing machine, and here I am, instead of preparing a mushroom dinner I´m finishing another story, that for a change didn´t take me a month to write, because I seemed to just go with the flow today. Sometimes that´s awesome! 20210914_122937.mp4
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  19. You guys wanted more, so here's my second story! It's more than twice as long as the first one, more explicit, and more extreme >:3 This one has a lot of content, some of which might not appeal to certain people, which is totally fine! Just know that this story contains heavy themes of pee drinking, golden showers, and hyper wetting. As always, the story is written in second-person perspective, which allows for gender ambiguity. However, depending on the reader's gender in this story, they either get a brief fingering or blowjob. Just some touching, 's all. Here is a reference of Cathy, the skunk girl in this story, drawn, designed, and created by me! CONTAINS: Skunk girl (No spraying or farting for those who dislike that stuff), hyper wetting, pee drinking, golden showers, nudity, pee baths, watersports play (playing with pee), and... pee smelling? --------------------------------------------- You look up from your watch as it reads 7:57 PM. In front of you, on a secluded village road surrounded by wooden homes and cabins, is her shop. You take a quick look at the sign: Candles and Clovers Aromatherapy and Fragrance Store. It’s handmade, drawn onto a ridged wooden surface, yet it is brand new, swaying in the gentle breeze. Absentmindedly, you wait for the minute hand on your watch to tick forwards, tapping your foot idly. You wonder just how long it took her to make that sign herself. For someone who never had any real artistic talent, it was certainly better than anything you could do. Had she picked up another trade after you saw her last? You take the time to look at the perfectly organized rows of small candles and potted plants in miniature jars the size of your hand on the windowsill in front of you. To any other passerby, this store would be just another small shop run by any old villager, but you and you alone recognized the little hints of the owner’s style permeating through everything, from the way the front was decorated with little bushes in a miniature garden, to the way she had strung lilies on artificial vines snaking down the corners of the building. There was no doubt that you had come to the right place. You enter the moment the watch reads 8:00. You don’t waste a single second. “Hello, welcome to Candles and Clovers!” the girl behind the counter says as you enter. As you turn around, she gets a full view of your face, and realization dawns on her. Her polite and cordial smile slowly turns into a teasing, sensual one. “Oh, it’s you. Coming in exactly at 8:00 pm, not even wasting a single minute. I told you that I closed at 8:00, not to come at 8:00,” she says, every word coming out from smirking lips. “Are you really that excited to see me? You just couldn’t contain yourself? Classic.” “Don’t act like it’s not the same for you, Cathy,” you retort as she comes out from behind the counter. Cathy is a skunk girl. Her hair is long, wavy, and black, with white stripes running down the middle and the sides. A pair of cute black skunk ears poke out from the top of her head. Her pale, almost pallid skin shines in the light of the rows of candles lining each window. You notice that her eyelashes and substantially longer, and her complexion is much clearer than when you saw her last. Her clothing style is completely black and white, almost reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, but not quite. She wears a smooth black crop top with long sleeves, and underneath is a thin white semi-translucent undershirt that hugs her belly so tightly to the point where you can see the outline of her belly button. She wears a short black miniskirt with a frilly white hem. Out from underneath it comes a thick and fluffy skunk tail with a pure white stripe down the center. Usually, she would hold it down, tucking it neatly between her legs, but as she approaches, you notice that it’s sticking straight up, lifting her short skirt along with it and revealing everything underneath. “I know that you’re busy setting up your own shop, but come on. A whole week? I can’t keep waiting that long,” Cathy says, coming up to you and pressing her hands gently into your chest, leaning forwards. “A week isn’t that long,” you protest, but before you can utter another word, she grabs your hands and brings you back behind the counter, past the door that reads “staff only”, and into the back of the store. “I’m really proud of how I organized everything, you know,” Cathy says as she guides you past rows and rows of small jars and vials stocked neatly on shelves. It’s almost like a mini library. “I’m so glad I finally got to become an aromatherapist. And you’ve been here for all of that. Remember when I used to experiment with scents on you? Back in high school?” she laughs. “Or maybe you wouldn’t like to. It was kind of embarrassing how bad some of them smelled sometimes. But since you’ve been such a good guinea pig, you get to see everything now. I spent days setting this all up, and I’ll give you a little tour. Afterwards, you can take any scent you want for free. Least I could do in return for you being such a good friend all these years.” “And? What about what we usually do?” you ask. Cathy turns around and quickly lifts up her skirt, giving you just the shortest glimpse of a bulging bladder. “I’ve been holding for twenty-six hours and counting,” she says with obvious pride. “And I’m not entirely sure I can make it through the tour. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” Cathy shows you through the inner labyrinth of her new store, pausing to explain what each room is and does. As the tour drags on, you check your watch. 9:00 PM. You can see sweat forming on Cathy’s forehead, and her voice becomes strained. You notice a barely-perceptible shaking, accompanying with gradually flushing cheeks. Yet you make no comments, simply opting to silently enjoy watching her squirm as she purposefully and methodically explains her favorite scents and their components. She’s just about to move on to the next shelf when she winces suddenly, and then rapidly changes course, walking back briskly in the other direction. Amused, you follow her through a hallway and out the back door. She brings you out into a greenhouse of sorts between the butt ends of houses and alleyways. Outside of the building, there are ten rows of flowers of variegated hues stretching several yards down the lawn. “T-this is where I grow all my herbs and flowers for my e-essential oils,” she stammers. She tries to hide it by turning her back to you, but you can tell that she’s grabbing her crotch. Looking around, you notice something rather odd. Despite there being lots of flowers to water, there isn’t any surrounding fixtures. No wells, not water buckets, no hoses… nothing. But before you can question her, you see her stand over the first row of flowers at the end of the greenhouse and reach underneath her skirt. With one hand, she beckons for you to come closer, and with her other hand, she pulls down her panties, which are black and a little scanter than usual. As you come closer, she hands them to you, which you take hesitantly. The first thing you notice about them is that they’re extremely damp, and the second thing that you notice is that they’re exceedingly warm. “You can keep that; I won’t be needing it for a while,” Cathy says quickly as she positions herself on top of the flower, spreading her legs and straddling the flower bed. She leans forwards slightly and continues to gesticulate, her gestures becoming more and more hasty. “Come stand behind me and hold my tail up! Quickly!” Enjoying the sight of her shaking thighs, you casually stroll behind her, refusing to heed her urgent call. You spy a few droplets leaking down the insides of her thighs, and come to a stop directly behind her. Instead grabbing her tail, you simply fold your arms. “You’re perfectly capable of raising your tail by yourself,” you say with a smirk. Cathy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her composure. “Just do it! Don’t make me wait any longer,” Cathy protests. “Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. You reach your hands underneath Cathy’s skirt and grab at the very base of her tail, pulling it up, and her skirt along with it. You raise it so that the end is pressed against your chest. “Higher! That’s not high enough!” You obediently raise Cathy’s tail higher… but only a little bit. She balls her fist and stamps her foot, which causes her to wince and almost lose control for a second. “Raise it all the way up! All the way!” “I don’t see why you want me to do this,” you say, trying to drag it on as long as you possibly can. “Just do it!” Cathy yells, then adds quietly, “I want you to see…” Satisfied with her answer, you push her tail up against her back, bringing her skirt up as well. By now, her skirt is entirely lifted, giving you clear view of everything underneath. Cathy spreads her legs further bending forwards and pointing her rump at you. Once she knows you’re staring, she finally gives her bladder the sweet relief it so craves. 27 hours of holding end in a spectacular spurt as Cathy gives in. She shudders instantly and lets out the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from her. Her stream shoots forcefully down onto the poor flower bush below, absolutely drenching it in a single second and plowing into the flower bed below. You almost take a step back, as the splash from the initial impact is enough to spray your ankles, but on second thought, you don’t actually mind. “Mmmn, that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Cathy sighs. Her stream is bright yellow and incredibly thick. It pours out endlessly, pounding the poor flower below and causing it to bend and sway under the pressure. It stays together for the most part, but several mini-streams crawl down the sides of her legs and off towards the side. Cathy leans even further forwards to let you get an even better view, and you find yourself having to yank her tail back ever so slightly to keep the pure force of her release from pushing her off balance. You decide to quickly stick you hand underneath Cathy’s giant waterfall to feel its warmth on your fingertips, but quickly pull away once you make contact. It’s gushing so fast out of her that sticking your hand underneath it for even a second is actually painful. You almost find yourself losing your balance as well due to the immense pressure pulling your hand downwards to the ground immediately. The pee ricochets off of your hand with such intensity that it sprays you in the chest, and sends several droplets flying outwards towards the walls of the greenhouse. “Mhmmm~” Cathy moans. “Don’t try and feel it juuust yet. Aaah~” she says in between heavy breaths. “I’ve still got tons more to let out. I’ll drench you later. Right now… I have to water all these flowers!” “Water the flowers?” you say, looking at the sorry state of the absolutely drenched flowers in between Cathy’s legs. You’re definitely jealous of them, but of course, you’ll have to wait your turn. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to kill them!” “Oh, oops!” Cathy realizes, looking down. “I got too excited.” Cathy, without closing her legs, walks forwards to the next lavender bush in line. By now, the liquid that has since dripped down her legs are forming puddles in the walkways between the flower beds. You adopt your own bow-legged stance as your straddle the flower bed behind her. You feel the bottoms of your feet squish and splash into the wet puddles surrounding the first flower. Suddenly, your socks begin to dampen and grow incredibly warm, as if they were filled with foot warmers. The entirety of your feet become submerged in the expansive steaming puddle that Cathy is now leaving behind. Heat radiates from Cathy’s stream, and the greenhouse already is starting to become steamy. You can smell the acute scent of ammonia through the mist that meets your nose. The air around Cathy’s stream is even starting to shimmer like a sunbaked desert road. Droplets of fluid drip endlessly down the insides of Cathy’s thighs like wandering raindrops on a car window. Whether it’s sweat, cum, pee, or a mix of all three, you can’t tell, but there’s an insane amount of it. After about two minutes of peeing, the second flower bed looks like it has reached its saturation point. You gently nudge Cathy forwards, and the waddles to the next flower bed, her stream not diminishing in the slightest. “It feels so much better and relieving knowing you’re watching,” Cathy says in between pants and moans. “It’s just not the same without you! It always feels like something’s missing, but now it’s finally complete~” A large shudder ripples down from her shoulders to her legs, as she clenches and unclenches her fists and thighs uncontrollably. A loud and whining hissing sound drones on from under her, filling the room with the echoes of her endless torrent pulverizing the ground below. She spends a third minute on the third flower bed, and then moves onto the next without hesitation. “So is this how you water the plants every day?” “Yes! Yes! I do this every single day. But! Not as heavily as this. Usually I just give each one a quirk squirt! I don’t drown them all!” Cathy moans again, but even louder. Her voice is rising, and her breaths are getting quicker. In fact, she’s almost hyperventilating out of pleasure and excitement. Her longue lolls out of her mouth, adding a little bit of drool to the mix of liquids that soak her body. Since it’s been three minutes and she’s only soaked three plants, you take a look at all the remaining flowers. Ten rows of five plants each… at the pace she’s going at, Cathy’s going to take another 47 minutes to do them all! “You do know that it’s going to take forever for you to water all these flowers, right?” you say, a little bit of jealously and worry in your voice. “Are you sure you’re not going to run out before you’re done? I mean, we both know you have an enormous bladder, but you’ve never been able to piss that much. You told me you’d save some for me!” “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Cathy replies in a husky, sultry voice. “I’ve been practicing so much, holding so much, peeing so much… I’ve been breaking records over and over again, just for you. My bladder still feels like I haven’t released a drop! I’m going to drown every single flower in this goddamn greenhouse for an entire minute, and then I’m going to flood the greenhouse, and then I’m going to drown you!” “Cathy, you’re getting way too excited again,” you warn her. It’s been a while since she’s been this ecstatic, and there are many instances you can remember in which she got a little carried away… “Then I’m going to fill up and overflow the toilet, AND the bathtub. Then I’m going to run outside and piss in the streets, and I’m going to flood the town! I’m going to keep peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing and I’m never going to run out! I never want to stop, never ever! I’m going to… ah.” Finally, Cathy seems to come back to reality. She moves forwards to the fourth flower bush and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Though her stream only continues to ramp up in intensity and width. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away. But it just feels so satisfying! Next time you have to come over earlier.” “You really got sexually frustrated after only a week?” you tease her. By now, your socks would have started to dry a little bit and grow cold, but there’s so much new urine splashing everywhere that they always are getting re-wet. As you eventually make your way around the greenhouse, minute by minute, you end up pulling closer and closer to Cathy’s body, until you are completely pressed up against your backside. This means that now, your entire lower half is within the splash zone, and Cathy’s pee is so intense that some droplets even reach all the way up to your chest. Eventually your entire body waist-down becomes soaked in the rebound. All the while Cathy is moaning and panting, whispering things like “hold me” or “this feels incredible” while shaking uncontrollably. Several minutes after first starting, she almost falls down from her legs giving way because of the immense pleasure that racks her body nonstop. She shoves her hand in front of her mouth to stop her tongue from hanging out and her drool from sliding out from under it. Her eyes roll back up towards the ceiling as tears of relief begin to form and slowly drop down her beet-red cheeks. “Lower, lower!” she calls out to your through her hand, which muffles her words to the point of being unintelligible. “What?” you say. She takes her hand out of her mouth, which causes her jaw to drop habitually. She fights to keep it closed as another spurt of pleasure shocks through her body. “Bend down lower! Don’t stand up straight, crouch down so you can see better!” “Okay?” you say, obliging. The closer you get to her stream, the louder it becomes, until it almost is ringing in your ears. It’s like standing next to a waterfall, or putting your ear next to a bath faucet on full blast. The stream shifts left and right, unpredictable and fast like the raging rapids of a river. You can smell it strongly from right between Cathy’s thighs, alongside her personal musky scent. “Yes, that’s it. Stare at it and be hypnotized,” Cathy says in a raunchy tone. “It feels so warm and powerful bursting out like that, mmm… It’s making my entire body vibrate! It’s endless too, it just keeps coming, and it feels so hot and sticky dripping down my thighs… look at how I’m just absolutely soaking all these plants… I bet you’re jealous! You want to be soaked too, don’t you? You want to be marked with my scent – no, you want to be absolutely flooded with my scent until you can’t smell anything else! You want to be drenched to the bone! Mmmm, isn’t it just so tantalizing? The stream is right there, and my bladder is still full! There’s an endless amount of piss, don’t you want just a teensy, tiny little taste? You can’t possibly be satisfied with just watching me pee like this! You’ve never been satisfied with that. I know you better than that. You want to just take me in your mouth and guzzle down all of it, don’t you~?” “I think someone’s projecting a little bit,” you say, trying to banter back. In reality, her offer is almost impossible to resist. You’ve been watching her have all the fun for two entire hours, you realize as you check the time. It’s almost 10 at night. “We both know that’s what you want me to do. But I won’t be tempted!” “Oh… two more hours of this and you’ll be begging for a sip,” Cathy says, moving onto the next flower. By the time ten o’ clock arrives, Cathy finishes up “gardening” for the night. At the last flower, she struggles a bit, stuffing her hands and tail into her crotch to stop her massive bladder for leaking any more pee for now. After getting it under control, she heaves a long, immensely aroused sigh and turns to you. “Time to admire my work,” she says proudly, gesturing to the rest of the greenhouse. If one couldn’t see the roof over the entirety of the greenhouse, one would have assumed that a monsoon had just happened the day before. No part of the greenhouse is left completely dry, with every since nook and cranny of it varying from completely submerged to somewhat soaked. It’s clear that all the flower beds have exceeded their saturation points, and many of the flowers are completely surrounded by still-steaming pee. Puddles are everywhere, making it impossible to walk through the greenhouse without stepping in at least one. Even the walls of the greenhouse are somewhat damp. You gape in awe at Cathy’s accomplishment. This is the work of a cumulonimbus cloud, not one tiny little skunk girl. “You’ve improved since last week,” you comment, trying not to show your awe. “And it feels like I’ve barely let out a drop!” Cathy exclaims proudly, before turning to you and suddenly embracing you with a kiss on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans into you, thrusting her entire body weight on your chest. You have to take a few steps back to steady yourself, but manage to stay upright. Cathy presses further into you, moaning during the sloppy exchange. She pushes her soaking crotch up against your legs, letting you feel just how hot it is. Despite taking a break from peeing, Cathy’s heart is beating faster than ever. Her breaths are labored, almost gasps. She clutches wildly at your back with her fingers, rubbing you with all four limbs and her tail, almost as if she’s trying to mold herself to you. She’s still shaking rapidly, and there’s an almost crazed, feral look in her eyes. After a minute of making out, Cathy pulls away, licking her lips. “I missed you sooo much,” she says through gasps. “Okay! Break over! Time for round two!” Cathy then takes you over to the front desk, where she tells you to stay put. She goes back inside the store and brings out a large wooden bucket, wide enough to stand in. “I did say that I would prepare a scent for you, didn’t I?” she says with a smirk. She discreetly moves all the objects on the counter to the side, storing a few. After that, she places the bucket in the middle of the countertop and then climbs on top of the counter. “How many bottles do you want?” “Well, I can always get more, right? How about just one for now?” “Coming right up!” Cathy says with glee, before lifting her skirt, straddling the bucket, and grunting softly. Her bladder unclenches, and after a second’s delay, Cathy’s second stream shoot down into the bucket, colliding against the bottom with extreme force. “Be careful not to get splashed! If you get too wet, I won’t consider giving you a shower afterwards~” Cathy teases, keeping you eyeing her golden stream thirstily, unable to quench your desires. You try to edge forward, but the droplets bouncing out of the bucket keep you from approaching. As the minutes tick onwards, you watch as the bucket slowly begins to fill up with rippling liquid. Bubbles full of air and foamy froth swirl around the ever-rising surface. One minute turns into two, two minutes turn two five, five minutes turn to ten, ten minutes turn to fifteen, and fifteen minutes turn to thirty. At long last, Cathy finishes filling up the bucket, but not without letting copious amounts of fluid splash onto the counter. Satisfied with her work, Cathy lets her skirt drop and climbs down from the counter. Then, she takes a bottle of eucalyptus oil, and another small, empty bottle that easily fits in her palm. Unscrewing the cap of the empty bottle, she dips it into the steaming bucket of urine, filling it halfway. Several drops drip down from her hands and from the glass of the bottle back into the container. Then, she takes the bottle of eucalyptus oil and pours a little bit of it in, filling the bottle completely. The smallest wisps of steam escape from it. Cathy dips a delicate finger into the bottle, mixing the two ingredients together. Then, she takes her finger out, still slick and dripping with the solution, and walks over to you. “Hold still,” she says, before taking her finger and sliding it across the skin underneath your nose. A pungent scent hits your nostrils immediately. It’s an herbal scent at first, but there are definite undertones of musk and ammonia. Not enough to make it rancid, but enough to be able to smell distinctly. It’s an earthy scent, and it reminds you of the space between Cathy’s thighs. “There. That should be a little bit of an appetizer before we get to the main course,” Cathy taunts, screwing the cap on the bottle of her special scent and passing it to you. “You get to keep this for as long as you’d like. But absolutely NO drinking. Got it?” You nod in understanding. Drinking eucalyptus oil is probably a bad idea. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I still need to use the little skunk’s room,” Cathy admits. By now, the sun has set completely and the stars are out. Complete darkness shrouds the windows looking outside. Leaving the bucket on the counter, Cathy gestures for you to follow. She leads you back into the back rooms of the store until you reach a closed wooden door. She opens it and invites you in. “The cool thing about having a store is that you get your own indoor privy,” Cathy says as you enter. You close the door behind you, taking in the space. It’s just big enough for the two of you to stand in, but that’s all the space it has. “It was so annoying having to wake up in the middle of the night all the time with a bursting bladder just to run down the stairs, out the door, and all the way to the outhouse outside. Now I don’t have to deal with the cold outside air. Though, it still doesn’t prevent me from wetting myself sometimes,” she says with a wink. The skunk girl lifts up her skirt and plops down onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs as wide as you can and offering you a pristine view into the empty pit below and her thoroughly soaked nether regions. You kneel down on the floor for a closer view. You’re in luck, because the seat is raised high enough so that your chin rests at the perfect height to clear the seat edge. “If you put your head between my legs, I might let you get a lick or two in~” Cathy offers seductively. She knows what she wants. You wedge your face in, already getting your head wet from the pure dampness of Cathy’s thighs. You can see into the privy more clearly now. The pit it itself is a rectangular one, dug deep into the ground. Besides the entirety of the raised area, which is a few feet from the ground, the pit extends a couple feet downwards as well. You surmise that if you stood in the pit, the top of your head would be just under Cathy’s rear. Cathy was obviously planning for this part of your night together, because there is not a single drop of pee or any excrement whatsoever in the toilet. It has all been cleaned out meticulously, almost obsessively. There are several stains in the wooden upper walls of the pit, marking the urine line of several massive trips to the loo. However, while many lines got close, none really approach the top of the privy. It seems like in the week that Cathy moved in and started setting up shop in this building, she had failed to completely fill the toilet while practicing for the big night. Before you can take it all in, though, you feel Cathy’s stomach rumble as she jerks her legs apart and twitches suddenly. A third stream of urine shoots out of her, instantly spraying your face with mist and stray droplets. You being to pull your face back out of instinct, but Cathy closes her thighs quickly. You feel the pressure of her thighs squeezing against the sides of your head, and are unable to escape. “Oh, no. You are watching me this whole time. I don’t want you taking eyes off my pee for a second!” As time goes on, you notice Cathy’s movements becoming more aggressive, erratic, and impatient. It seeps into her voice, too, as she takes a more petulant, demanding tone. You feel her hands press gently against the back of your head as you stare downwards, watching her waterfall cascade and pirouette through the air before landing with a splash down below. She begins to almost knead your hair like a cat kneading a soft blanket. Her breathing becomes ragged and you feel her lean back and sigh. You hear the impact of the back of her head against the wall of the privy as she rolls her eyes up towards the ceiling in pure erotic ecstasy. Her smell is driving you crazy, penetrating your nostrils and filling your mind. She’s held you from being drenched for so long now, and you’re yearning to do more than just watch. But you know her. While she may deny it for a while, in the end, Cathy always let you have your fill. It’s just so hard to resist… But both Cathy and you know that for a container this big, even if Cathy has more than enough in the tank to overflow it, it would take a very, very long time. You’re almost about to spark a conversation to pass the time, but Cathy does it for you. “Can you believe it? I still need to go, even after all that,” Cathy remarks. “It’s been at least an hour, right? It has to have been. Back in high school, I was aiming to last ten minutes! It’s crazy how much I’ve improved since then. It’s crazy how much more I’ve been able to hold since last week, even!” “How long have we been doing this again?” “Years, at least! That’s all I know. And we’ve had so many good memories. So many… hot memories…” Cathy trails off, lost in remembrance. “Remember the time we ate out at that tavern to celebrate our graduation, and I drank too much and didn’t realize until it was too late? How the privy was all occupied and there was this huge line? You had to take me out back so that I could pee in the bushes in the alleyway… I remember how you stood in front of me so that the people passing by on the road wouldn’t look into the alley and see me while I went! That was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” “Oh, and remember that time where you dared me to drink that entire pitcher and then ride out into the country on a bump carriage to see how far I’d get? I don’t remember how far we actually got… but I do remember that I was squirming and fidgeting for hours until the wagon hit a huge stone and made me lose control,” she says, her words getting faster and more breathless. She’s squirming now, too, rubbing her thighs against the sides of your head and squeezing them intermittently. By now the entire floor of the toilet is covered, and the water is steadily rising. As she recalls those events, you remember too. “So I had to run to the back of the carriage and pee off the end and onto the road as we moved forwards! You held me to make sure I didn’t fall off, and we just kept going and going and going! I must have left a trail at least a mile long by the time I was done. Well, that’s hyperbole, but I went for a really, really long time. It still turns me on when I think about it.” “Oh! And do you remember that time where we went to the beach and you wanted to dig a pit so that you could sit it in and cover yourself up until only your head was above the ground? But I had too many drinks the night before and being near the ocean made me so desperate that I couldn’t even make it all the way down to the ocean in time before I burst? I ended up sitting in the pit instead! I filled it up and we had to cover it with sand to make sure that nobody got suspicious why there was this pit full of pee sitting there in the middle of the beach! You remember that, right? Of course you do! It was so sexy feeling myself squirt all over the place and flood my bikini… and it was even hotter when you had to dry me off afterwards! I was so soaked, and you had to rub every part of my body to get it off… I wish we could do that again sometime…” Cathy’s words flow out of her mouth like the torrent that spills out from under her. So aroused that even conscious thought and coherent sentences are hard to put together for her, Cathy continues to rant and recollect every fun little “accident” you and her had together over the years. It goes on and on, with Cathy’s legs shaking, twitching, shuddering, vibrating, and kicking every time she gets another rush of pure lust and relief. The sound of her pee splashing down into the privy gets deeper and deeper the fuller it gets. The water rises gradually, but even after over an hour of peeing, Cathy shows absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Eventually, when Cathy runs out of stories to tell, she simply slumps back against the wall and pants like a dog, letting her tongue roll out and her mouth open wide. A couple more minutes pass and finally the privy is filled to the brim with Cathy’s unbridled pee. She finally opens her legs wide enough for you to pull your head back and take a huge gulp of fresh air. You fall back onto the floor, gasping as her intense smell fades away. She does the same, letting out a huge sigh of relief and staring down at her handiwork. There’s so much that it’s enough to bathe in, or even swim in. She rubs her bladder contentedly. It’s almost too much pleasure. The endless ecstasy that comes with Cathy’s endless pee is driving her feral. She has to remind herself to pace herself, and to not get too carried away again. She slowly gets up from her seat, rubbing her read end. After an hour of sitting, it’s gotten a little sore. You brush yourself off as well and check the time. 11:30 pm, which means that you two have spent another hour in the bathroom together. “Ready for round four?” Cathy says, helping you up. “Four? You’re not done?” “I wouldn’t have used the bathroom if I didn’t know that I’d still have lots more to spare after I was done!” the skunk girl says, lifting her tail and wagging it like a dog. “I know you want to get peed on. And I’ve been keeping you waiting for hours. You’ve been so good, holding yourself back like that. I know you just wanted to be under all that pee the whole time. Well, I think it’s time I reward you!” Excited, you follow Cathy up the stairs and into the residential part of the building. The second floor of the store is dedicated to Cathy herself, and includes her bedroom among other things. You enter her room to be greeted by rows and rows of potted flowers, candles, and tiny bottles all arranged in neat arrays on light wooden desks. The entire room carries a cottagecore aesthetic, with bright white curtains and lights adoring the windows. A large fur rug is spread out on the floor in front of a queen-size bed with an incredibly comfy-looking fur blanket. “Lie down on the rug,” Cathy says, pushing you down gently. You acquiesce to her demand, kneeling down and then spreading yourself out on the rug, supine. Cathy kneels down with you, crawling forwards until she’s straddling your chest, facing you. She shifts forwards, until she’s sitting on top of your face. You get a faceful of that wonderful Cathy scent as she softly grinds her pussy into your mouth with quiet moans and shivers. “Oh, I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I am going to soak you. I’m going to drench you. I’m going to cover you in piss into you can swim in the puddle. I’m going to make every inch of your body undeniably soggy. I’m going to piss and piss and piss until you’re hot and sticky and wet all over. This is how skunk girls like us mark our territory. I’m not going to just spray you, I’m going to take my scent and lather you in it until you can’t smell anything else. I’m not just going to squirt a little bit of stinky fluid out of my ass and leave you with a smell that’ll go away in a few days, I’m going to make my scent soak you to the bone so hard that you’ll be smelling like me for weeks! I’m going to make it loud and clear that you are my precious little toilet, and I’m going to fill you up like I do with every other toilet I use.” Cathy takes a deep breath, and continues to pant. She wipes the sweat off her brow, but there’s no getting rid of the rosy color in her cheeks as she blushes furiously. “H-how was that?” she says, suddenly shy. “I-I’ve been practicing my dirty talk, you know. I hope that’s what you wanted to hear. Here it comes!” You brace for your mouth to be filled in a second with a relentless gushing burst of pee, but when Cathy’s muscles relax, all that comes out is a steady and slow trickle. “Don’t worry. I can maintain some… rational thought, even when I get too excited,” Cathy reassures you. “I’m not going to hurt you or drown you. I’m going to… take it slow so that you can drink. Then we’ll turn it back up again when I pee all over you.” As the liquid hits your tongue, you notice a barely-perceptible soft tangy flavor, almost bitter in a sense, salty in another. You lap at it greedily as it flows easily down your throat little bit little. Cathy presses her lips onto you, leaning forwards and planting her hands down on both sides of your head. Your tongue inches forwards until you penetrate her soaking slit, warmth and soft wetness surrounding you completely and coating your entire face with her skunk girl scent. It’s as hot as an oven between her legs, and her endless stream cascades down over the top of your tongue and into your esophagus, like freshwater trickling down a Roman aqueduct. You stick your tongue as far in as you can, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze the sides of your heads with her damp, hot thighs. You can feel her entire body vibrating with pleasure as she takes her hands and rubs the top of your head with them, ruffling your hair. “Y-yes, that’s a good flower,” Cathy soothes, pressing even further deeper into your tongue. “Take it all in. Drink every… last… drop…” She brushes a tuft of hair out of your face, and leans down slightly to look you in the eyes. Her eyes are teary from relief, and her cheeks are soaked from happy tears. She’s still panting, but this time she’s close enough that you can feel her hot breath swirling all around you. “That’s it… gently now, suck it all out… you deserve this reward,” she coos as you shift your tongue inside her, causing her to yelp and squeeze for a second. “Mmmhh~” She suddenly grabs both sides of your head and brings her own face as closer as she can without getting up from her seat on your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years, and putting up with my freakiness,” she bites her lip, and it’s hard to tell if the glistening droplets around her eyes are from relief or affection or both. Cathy continues to hold onto your head, staring into your eyes and breathing heavily. She takes one hand and brushes her fingertips across your skin in the gentlest of motions, tracing the outline of your features with a loving caress. She holds your cheeks in her hands and cradles them together. One minute passes before Cathy’s slow and relaxed trickle quiets down and stops. She pulls back, your tongue slipping smoothly out of her with an unimaginably wet squelching sound, and stands up, still straddling you. Her stance is extremely unsteady, and her hands are glued to her crotch as her legs wobble and bend. “I-I can’t,” she squeals. “I can’t!” Cathy’s hands get pushed away from her nether regions as the prodigal amount of self-control she had earlier in weakening her stream enough for you to drink is shattered in an instant. The dam breaks completely, as a fifth, new wave of pee comes gushing out unbridled and uncontainable. Mixed in with the giant hissing stream is another white liquid. As fluid flows out of two places at once, Cathy tilts her head back and almost screams in delight. The energy it takes to push everything out of her body at once overcomes her, and the force of orgasming and peeing at the same time makes her lose her balance and drop down to the floor. She presses herself on top of you, spreading herself out until she’s lying on top of you in a vertical embrace. Her face ends up right next to yours, and without hesitation she pushes her mouth onto yours, filling your mouth with hot, panting breaths. She takes both of your hands in hers and squeezes tightly. Every inch of her body is vibrating rapidly, and you have to clench her palms in yours to keep her hands from shaking around too much. An immense force pushes into your body, like trying to press your hand up against a running garden hose. Cathy wraps her thighs and legs around your leg like a pole, shoving her pussy against your thigh and causing the extreme force of her pee to make her stream split in all directions and fly across the rug. It’s unspeakably loud, too, with an incessant hissing that fills the entire room with the sound of her relief. You can almost swear that it could be heard outside the building, and that it’s almost even shaking the building itself with how hard she’s releasing. In no time, a massive puddle starts to form on the floor, and your back, which is pressed against it, is already sopping wet and fully stained by her urine. You have to fight to hold Cathy steady as she squirms like a worm, simply unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second. “I love you!” she whispers frantically into your ear, pushing her mouth right up against it so that her warm breath flows into it and penetrates your brain. “I love you I love you I love you- Aaah!” Completely surrounded by nothing but Cathy, with thoughts only of her, you let your eyes close as you melt into the sensation of her lips against yours. She pumps your lungs full with her own exhalation, filling your chest and stomach with warmth. Once again, Cathy’s hissing deluge pours out of her bladder as she dumps gallons of pee onto you. The puddle spreads until it completely surrounds you, and due to the massive spray, every single inch of your body quickly becomes saturated with pee. Droplets drip down all parts of your body, and all parts of Cathy’s as well. Her skirt has become entirely soaked and hangs down from her hips like a sopping wet towel. Even her face and her hair eventually become damp. This drags on for minutes and minutes, and you feel the floor under you become oversaturated as well. You imagine that at least some of her urine must be dripping down into the floor and then out the ceiling of the first floor down below. You can imagine how, if you stood on the ground floor and looked up, you could see a giant wet patch in the ceiling dripping down onto your head. Ever so slowly, Cathy’s heart and breathing slowly begin to turn to a more normal pace as she closes her eyes and lets her weight rest on you. Her pee still leaks out at an astronomical rate, but it becomes less of a forceful gushing spray and more akin to pouring a gallon of liquid down a drain. The feeling of her warmth wrapping around yours like a cozy blanket is almost enough to put you to sleep. Cathy begins to slowly stop shaking and become steadier and more stable. Soon enough, she decides to cut off her stream once more so that her bedroom doesn’t become completely flooded. After stopping, she takes a deep breath and slowly peels herself off you. The wet cum that she squirted out and drenched you with makes parts of your clothes stick to hers. She sits up, causing ripples in the giant puddle she’s created. “This is by far the best time we’ve had together,” she sighs contently. “I was so overloaded with pleasure – I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.” “But I’m calmer now. And look how dirty we are! We’re both completely soaked. I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.” You look at your watch, and it reads 12:30 AM. Past midnight. The intense, abject flood that Cathy unleashed on you makes it clear that you wouldn’t be able to go home so dripping wet. It’s certain that you’re going to have to stay the night. “It’s so late,” Cathy says, echoing your thoughts. “I can’t believe that I lasted so long. You want to sleep together?” Cathy gestures to her bed. Several droplets fly off of her fingertips. You raise your head up and nod. “Well, what do you say to a nice, warm bath to relax and wind down after so much fun?” Cathy suggests. “I have lots of things for baths. It would be perfect to clean ourselves up a bit before we go to bed.” When you get into Cathy’s bathroom, you realize that strangely, there is no barrel or bucket of water to fill up the bathtub. You start to wonder how exactly Cathy is going to fill the bathtub with no water, when she closes the door behind you and locks it. Whatever thoughts you have are interrupted by her pulling you close to her. “Peeing so much and getting so aroused took a lot out of me. It feels like I peed out every ounce of energy I had left. I’m sooooo tired,” she says with a seductive smile. “I’m so tired, I need you to undress me.” You’re tired too, but an offer like that you simply can’t resist. You start with the top first, reaching under the edge of Cathy’s crop top and pulling it upwards. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves for you as you pull it over her head and discard it. Underneath, she’s wearing her thin white undershirt that’s incredibly see-through. It even shows the outline of her bra through the fabric. The undershirt is next to go, leaving her in nothing but a top and a dripping wet skirt. You bend down to waist level and slowly drop the skirt, wriggling it around her legs as it sticks to her thighs. It flops to the ground with an audible thump due to the weight of the liquid saturating it. Then, you reach up and remove her bra, and Cathy stands naked before you. She giggles, turning around and showing off. “My turn,” she whispers in your ear, before slowly and teasingly undressing you as well. She makes sure to drag her fingertips against the surface of your most sensitive parts, delicate enough to make you shiver. After both of you are undressed, Cathy enters the tub, which is built into the end of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by walls. Sitting against the wall on the side of the tub and stretching her legs forwards and apart, she gestures for you to come and sit between them. You do, it dawning on you just what’s going to come next. As you take your seat between Cathy’s legs, you feel her arms wrap around you and pull you back into her chest in a loving embrace. She rests her head on your shoulder and leans it against the side of yours, nestling it within the space between your chin and your shoulder. “Now I get to pamper you all I want,” she whispers in your ear, her lips brushing against the very tip of your earlobe. “Come on, lean back into me and close your eyes. I’m going to make you feel heavenly for how good you made me feel earlier.” As you do so, Cathy presses her lips against the soft part of you neck, sighing as the smell of ammonia acutely grows stronger. You feel a sudden spurt of warmth against your back, as little streams of liquid crawl around the curves of your bodies, trickling into the tub. “Again?” “Mmmh…” is all Cathy says in reply as she slumps back against the wall and cradles you in her arms, pulling you back and massaging your shoulders with her nimble fingers. You drop them as they relax, and you melt into her embrace as she lets the contents of her bladder empty out once more into the tub. It’s a slow, steady stream, sounding more like the trickle of a water flowing down a bamboo pipe into a miniature pond. There’s none of that ecstatic, manic force gushing out of her anymore, but you can still feel the pleasure she’s experiencing ripple through the inside of her body and her core. While still peeing, Cathy reaches over towards a bottle that lies on the edge of the tub and opens it, pouring a bit of shampoo on her hands. She rubs them together as they make a slick, slippery sound, and then kneads your hair deeply with the suds. The crunchy, soft texture of the bubbles against your scalp are just what you need to cool down after such an intense activity together. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as you lie back and let Cathy take care of you. Tingles run throughout your body as you close your eyes and let your other senses melt your worries away. The crunchy, undulating sound of Cathy shampooing your hair, the soft refuge of Cathy’s arms, the warmth pooling around your waist, the smell of ammonia, salt, and musk, mixed with a sweet scent, a refreshing, cool herbal tang, and a soapy, candy-like aroma… they all swirl around you. After shampooing your hair, Cathy takes another, smaller bottle, and opens the cap. Underneath it is a rotating metal ball attached to the container, wet with the aromatic oil inside. She takes the bottle and presses the ball against your skin, rotating it and sliding it across your body like an artist’s paintbrush. She does so until your limbs, face, and abdomen are coated in a very thin layer of aromatic oil. It’s a heavenly, unique scent. The blissful, natural, delicate smell of Cathy’s oils, and the raw, feral, sensual scent of Cathy herself and her bodily fluids. Eventually, the clear, off-white liquid fills the tub enough for your legs and your own nether regions to become submerged in steaming hot Cathy fluid. You shudder as the pee rises just above your genitals, as Cathy takes her own delicate fingers and pushes them between your legs, feeling around your genitalia and splashing around. It’s a gentle, soothing touch as she rubs up and down the surface of your privates. With her other hand, she flips open a bottle of soap. She takes a moment to pour a heavy amount into her hands, and then gets to work covering your entire body, especially your lower region, in a copious amount of suds and bubbles. Cathy continues to do this for a considerable amount of time, until the bathtub slowly begins to fill to the brim over the course of several minutes. She does this while whispering in your ears the entire time with positive affirmations and loving words. Sometimes, she simply moves her lips, letting her gentle breath melt against your ears. She takes yet another bottle and lathers the substance on her hands before pressing her palms against your temples. She takes her thumbs and her index fingers and presses softly into the pressure points on your face, drawing the oil across your face, coating it in a facial mask. “Keep your eyes closed,” she soothes, turning her head to the side to allow room for you to rest your head on her shoulders. You persist in a state of almost-limbo, completely relaxed by Cathy’s care. Several more minutes pass until Cathy finishes filling up the tub with her golden liquid. As she shuts off her stream, she giggles as the warm bubbly pressure you feel behind you subsides. She wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close like a little kid hugging their teddy bear. She pulls you far back enough that only your head remains above the surface. The entirety of your body otherwise is completely submerged. It’s almost like a hot tub, the warmth pervading every inch of your skin. The steam constantly rising up from the bath flits through your nostrils and makes you a little fuzzy. Cathy reaches forwards into the tub of urine and weaves her fingers through it, near the surface. She cups both of her hands and lifts them out of the water as you watch her pee drip down noisily, clinging to the back of her hands and cascading down her arms. She repeats this a few times, drawing handfuls of her own pee out of the water and watching it fall back down, causing faint undulating ripples. You reach out and grab her hands, intertwining yours and hers as you play with the clear, faintly-scented liquid. Together you collect handfuls only to hear the sound of it flowing back down into the water, like a chef lifting ladles out of a steaming pot of soup. Now that the two of you are relaxed, you can slow down enough to have a chat. You absentmindedly slosh each other’s arms around the tub while you catch each other up on what happened between when you saw each other last and now. While the pee is still warm, Cathy asks you to clean her up as well. You take the time to use the same bath supplies that she used, filling her hair with suds and bubbles. She blushes intensely as you rub her body delicately with her soap, but makes no resistance. You trace her small shoulders and chest, down to her soft belly and warm hips. As you move your arms around, she grasps onto them, perching her hands on top of your forearms and wrists like clothes draping from a clothesline. After you’re satisfied with your accomplishment, you draw your hands away from Cathy, only to have her pull you back close. She tells to you close your eyes once more and bow your head. You hear a sloshing sound as Cathy takes a large empty cup from the stand beside the bath and dips it into the pee, filling the cup to the brim in one sweeping motion. She takes the cup above your head and slowly tilts it downwards, causing a cascade of pee to rain down on top of your head and carry the suds with it down back into the bath. She pours and pours and pours until the cup runs empty, and then she dips it into the contents of the bath and repeats. A few quiet minutes pass as you feel the sticky, slightly salty substance slide every which way down your head. All the suds are now gone, and it’s your turn to take the cup and drench Cathy in her own warm nectar. She looks up obediently, shutting her eyes. Even though she is pressed against the wall, her tail still continues to wiggle back and forth in pleasure. You fill the cup, marveling at how every single drip that surrounds and submerges you came from deep inside Cathy herself. With the cup of pee, you pour it down directly onto Cathy’s face, watching as it splashes on her pristine features and tickles down, intertwining with her hair and sliding down her soft body. You take you hands and rub her scalp some more, making sure to get all of the suds off of her and into the foamy urine bath below. Once you both are finished, you decide that you should probably get out of the bath before the steam and heat get to you. Cathy agrees, and you both stand up out of the water, causing a massive ripple and sloshing sound to echo throughout the bathroom. It sounds so deep, hearing the incredible amount of urine undulate and collapse in on itself with a booming splash. Both Cathy and you step out of the tub, grabbing the towels hanging on the rack beside the bath and unfolding them. While you stand, countless amounts of urine slithers down your bodies and pools under your feet. Cathy turns over and unplugs the drain. You stare at the still-full bath as it drains noisily down. Even with an opening as wide as Cathy’s drain, it still takes several minutes for the entirety of the bath to empty. And yet, Cathy was able to release all this with an opening that was miniscule compared to the drain. You watch it swirl about, circling the drain before pouring in. While you do, Cathy takes her towel and begins using it to dry you. She repeats the same motions that she did when she was lathering you up with soap. Though the towel is rough in texture, she rubs you down gently. You quickly do the same to here at the same time, not wanting her to stay wet for too long. The two of you dry each other from head to toe. However, after the events of tonight, the both of you have been so thoroughly drenched in Cathy’s never-ending pee that there is nothing that the two of you can do to get rid of the pungent smell that emanates from every inch of both of your bodies. Thankfully, Cathy is still shivering, but not from cold. A warm smile lights her face. “I guess we’ll be sleeping naked tonight,” she says as she picks up you two’s still-drenched clothes and moves to hang them out to dry on her balcony. The outside air is chilly, so she does it quickly. By the time she comes back, you’re already in her bed, pulling the covers over. It’s toasty and comfy underneath. If only your bed was as comfortable as Cathy’s. She comes in from the balcony and quietly slips under the covers next to you. You can feel the warmth of her body pressing into you. It’s a fuzzy feeling, a melting feeling. A feeling like no other. She cuddles you as she pushes herself halfway on top of you and wraps her arms around your back. She presses her face directly up against yours, and looks you lovingly in the eyes. “Should I wet the bed?” she asks. “What?” “I’m joking, I’m joking,” she giggles, before promptly falling asleep in your arms.
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  20. Not my usual type of thing bc we know I LOVE a public spectacle but wtf, let's try this. It's a lil tame but I can be soft too 🥰. I was very horny. Like, overwhelmingly so. And frustrated and a little passive aggressive. I am the only one in my office, all day, every day. Thanks Rona! Ugh.Fingering and edging myself, chugging my usual gallon of water at work. I can't make a mess there. I like the night cleaning crew too much. 🤩But I was antsy and jumpy and writhing and when I was scanning something at the copy machine I couldn't take it anymore and had to run for it. I could feel myself spring a leak. Went running barefoot on the carpet, out the door, down the long public hallway and into the bathroom. Plopped down just as it all started gushing. I don't own a lot of knickers but I love my green cotton pisces panties. I am the quintessential Pisces. A blessing AND a curse... *I updated to add a pic of said Pisces panties on the floor next to my feet at work where they stayed while I sat bare bottomed and wet in my work chair*" InShot_20210918_194703220.mp4
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  21. Hello! I don't post very often, and rarely do I get an opportunity to actually wet myself due to basically never being alone or in a house with thick walls. BUT! I got away with some inebriated fun a few days ago that I wanted to do for a while, even if it came about in some less than ideal circumstances. I had been drinking with my roommate all night, and by now I was properly piss drunk. I stumbled on down my hallway into my room and tried to climb into bed. I layed there for a bit, enjoying the comfy sheets and blanket. To my drunk ass, it was heavenly. Well, after maybe 10 or 15 minutes, I start needing to pee. So I sit there for a bit and debate whether or not I'll just hold it all night, I dragged myself out of bed. I slid open the bathroom door and trudged my way to the toilet, and I started feeling fairly naughty, I thought I would just pee a little in my pants for fun. So, stood next to the toilet and pretended my dong was out so I could start peeing, and I let just a little out. Soon, though. I felt the warmth spreading and encompassing my crotch, it felt about as good as it could possibly feel. Warm golden liquid flowing out of me and around. Being drunk sure helped the experience feel even hotter! Before long, I got so damn horny I ended up taking pictures after the fact! I took a 4th picture that was pretty spicy, but the camera quality on these ones isn't so great due to me being drunk at 2 AM. Unless there's an actual call for the 4th pic, I'll exclude it for now! But I ended up stopping my pee so I wouldn't have to clean up later, sadly. I would've loved to completely soak those pajamas, since I did laundry the next day anyways. Anyway, just wanted to share this for now! 😋 Hope you guys like it! I sure had fun.
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  22. I'm feeling quite full now, and it got me thinking... Do you guys know any fun "desperation games"? You know... some wierd rules that'll probably end in an accident. There is this messing one which i found ages ago: You go for a walk close to the street (or come to balcony, or window if you're not into public, and you live close to a street), and you give it a push for: 2sec if you see a blue car 5sec if you see a white car 10sec if you see a red one 15sec for a yellow one 20sec for a pink one Do you know some "games" like this? I'd love to try them (preferably the ones you can do at home ;p)
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  23. I was at the beach today with a friend of mine. I don't get to see him a lot, but we know each other for a long time. We were sitting on low beach chairs, right in front of the ocean. We didn't get in the water or got wet. Both of us were dry, just chilling and drinking. The sun started to set and I started to feel I have to pee. Real bad. So while we are talking I just said "Man, I gotta take a piss", and he said "Go in the water", so I said "I think it's too cold to go in right now", and than he said "So piss your pants". That's when my heart started to pound 😆 I said "come again", and he said "Just piss your pants man!" I did not see that coming... We continued to talk, and he said that since we're at the beach it doesn't really matter so I should just piss my pants and get it over with - so I did it. I pissed my shorts and that's it. My friend looked like he doesn't care about it all. He didn't mention it or said anything about it either. When we were about to leave I said something like "Maybe I should wash my shorts?", and my friend said "Why? Who gives a f!@@" and switched the subject. He kept on acting like it was a normal thing to do and I was very surprised. I wonder if he pissed his shorts too while we were at the beach. I'll get to see him again next week, so I'll try to convince him to visit the beach again 🙂
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  24. After her diaper overflows, a large wet patch is clearly visible on Alisha’s jeans in this video. Alisha has just bought herself a new package of pull-on diapers. They are of a brand she hasn’t tried before, but she likes that they fit discreetly under her jeans and is hopefully she can get away with wearing them, and wetting them, in public. Before she dares to attempt a public test, however, she decides to try them at home first. It is a good thing she did, because they quickly overflew, resulting in a very noticeable wet patch on her jeans.
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  25. This is the state of my pants after I had to urinate in them as could not find a men's room! My local authority has closed all public toilets in the area so there is literally nowhere for people to go when they get desperate and need the toilet! Thankfully my pants were of a dark colour which made the wet patch less obvious.
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  26. What do you mean? Like with more details..or just more posts in general..because today is just beginning for me. ...and I'm not in a holding mood. Just lazy let it go mood. Like if I'm outside in the sun and it's comfy I'm not leaving the deck...kinda mood I never gave any background to these wet panties. That was a crazy vodka fueled night btw.
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  27. View File Desperate diaper pee Found here: https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-diaper-pee/ Original description: I had just had a mug of coffee and desperately needed to release all my hot piss, diapered up and let it happen, so warm and wet! Submitter JackedUp Submitted 09/17/2021 Category Female  
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  28. I find it amusing I'm wearing a MegaMax that I can't stop wetting while I'm cleaning my bathroom. At least the toilet will stay clean for a bit 😂
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  29. I really like doing the videos and pictures. I have an idea for tomorrow...
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  30. A brief but noteworthy sighting happened to me on the train this morning. I've just returned from holiday in the UK countryside, and today travelled by train from the seaside town I was staying in to another town further in land to walk around and explore the area with a couple of old schoolfriends. The journey to the next town took about 20 minutes and got up to go to the toilet shortly after I boarded. We were travelling on a very new 5 carriage train which was going from the seaside town I was staying in all the way back to London, a journey of just under 90 minutes. Having had a coffee about half an hour before catching the train, I had needed to go since perhaps 5 minutes before boarding but I wasn't too desperate. Still, thought I'd take the chance to whilst there was a toilet on board. On getting up to go, I followed the signs towards the toilet in the front carriage of the train, and I pressed the button to open the door, which was totally unresponsive. I tried unsuccessfully a couple more times before noticing that the lights around the buttons were off and the toilet was out of use. So I followed the signs to the next toilets in carriage 3. When I arrived at the next toilets, I immediately clocked the engaged sign on the door, before noticing a petite, pretty brunette woman probably in her late 20s/early 30s standing next to the door. She was wearing a pair of black jeans and a white T shirt and seemed slightly fidgety, shifting her weight from foot to foot and tapping her fingers against the hand railings. She looked up at me and addressed me immediately. "Have you just come from the toilets down the end of the train, they're not closed are they?" "I'm afraid so," I replied, "I've just come from there and had absolutely no luck with it, it looks to be closed." "Oh God, I'm absolutely busting," she said, dancing from foot to foot and standing up very stiffly with her hands on her thighs. "I've been all the way up the other end of the train and I think this is the only one. I don't know if it's out of order or if someone's in it, but I've been here almost 10 minutes and it's said engaged the whole time," she continued. "There might be someone in it?" I suggested. "I really hope there is, I'm dying out here," she said. "I'll knock and have a look." She knocked on the door, asking whether there was anyone inside and if they were all right. No reply came immediately, during which she stood up very rigidly and grimaced at me, before sitting down on a seat next to us and tapping her toes on the floor. Eventually, a muffled reply came from a man who was inside the toilet. "I went before I left as well but I've been literally dying for a wee since I got on as I had a coffee just before, I've literally got a bladder the size of a peanut," she ventured. "I know, I'm regretting my coffee as well now," I relied. "I'm getting off at the next stop at least though." "Oooh l'm going all the way to London, so thank God they're not both closed as there's no way I'd make it," she said. A few more minutes later and the man still hadn't emerged. I was starting to wonder whether I'd make it before my stop, especially with the woman being in front of me. "I don't know what he's doing in there, I almost hope it isn't a number 2 just cos of the smell we'll have to deal with," she joked. "Maybe you can go first and investigate it." "I guess you could always hold on till London if it's too bad?" I said. "No there's absolutely no way I'd make it, I'm literally so desperate," she said, scissoring her legs. "Oooooo please hurry up," she added, screwing her face up and laughing. Eventually the toilet became free and I gestured for her to go in. The door didn't close properly at first, and so she tried locking it a second time, hopping on the spot from foot to foot. On trying again, she locked the door, and I could hear her dance from foot to foot as she undid her button and sat down. She then let out an absolute torrent of pee before her stream steadied and lasted for about 20 seconds before becoming intermittent. Shortly after, she unlocked the door and came out into the carriage. "Oooh that's so much better," she announced, grinning at me and letting out a huge sigh of relief. "Now I can be calmer for the rest of my journey, I was dreading what would happen if I couldn't pee!" I went to the toilet myself and came out a minute or two later. "Hope you're feeling better now too, have a lovely day!" she said as I emerged. I went back to sit with my friends back the train who wondered why I'd been so long. We went past her as we left the train shortly afterwards, and we exchanged a smile and a wave before I left.
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  32. Apparently, latchkey accidents are quite common, for us and non-omo types. Your brain is reluctant to let go after years of potty training, and getting close to the bathroom lets it say "okay, time to go!" and your desperation increases. A locked door at that point has spelled a wet or messy situation for many a pair of undies. My favorite such situation is my first deliberate hold. I held it an INSANELY long time after I'd been in major pain. It ended about five steps from the toilet, more desperation than I could have ever imagined, but had controlled for so long, suddenly doubling and my control snapping instantly. Buuuut, that's not the sort of story you asked for, is it? So, here's a proper latchkey accident. ------ I might make this (and that hold story, for that matter) its own topic and tell it in more detail, but once, I was driving a woman to her office. I had to go to the bathroom badly, having passed up an earlier opportunity to stop because I didn't want to delay her. I asked if I could come in and use the bathroom; I was a bit surprised she said yes because I didn't know her well at all and it was after dark. But she said I, the big, imposing-looking guy she hadn't known a full day, could come in as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I sighed with relief (not that kind of 'relief,' yet) and followed. However, in your classic omo cliche moment, she couldn't find the right key. I held it for as long as I could, and when time ran out and I peed my pants right in front of her, she kept apologizing to me in this sweet voice with this motherly-looking face... having her comfort me like that was so wonderful even though I was so very embarrassed. I wish I could live that night over and over. My bigger wish, though, is for that dear woman's willingness to take risks for kindness to always be rewarded. 🙂
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  33. Version 29.10.2021

    3,767 downloads

    This is my mod to the classic game Melissa Explains it All. It began as a couple of tweaks to @ForgetAboutMe's 4.2 but since then grew into its own thing. Key features: The game returns to its roots as one strictly focused on female desperation/wetting with your date as a star of the show. All features and content not in line with this vision was removed (ex. Player Bladder feature, male desperation events, the ability to ditch your girl in favor of random NPCs); The game recognizes its nature as a desperation sandbox, rather than forcing you into a goal of getting your date in bed with a full bladder; New diuretic system - each drink now has a certain diuretic value which influences how fast her bladder fills up, with the value adding up for multiple different drinks and decaying over time; New Buddy Favor system - added replayability in the form of one of the additional 12 possible scenarios before the date, each having a meaningful impact over the gameplay and narrative; Break the Seal feature - the option to simulate her muscle exhaustion by lowering her bladder capacity by 10% every time she pees or wets herself; New content and events, such as the holding challenge (replaces the drinking game), the ability to pull over at the gas station for her to the use the toilet, the ability to see her peeing outside one of the major venues and others; The girls are different from one another not only in terms of bladder capacity, but also shyness, attraction and how much they can drink; And more!
    Free
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  34. Since I haven't gotten any requests yet, I'm going to extend my criteria to include longer comics, like 10-15 pages or so. I decided to translate one such comic which I really like, by Pixiv user Koorimizu, which can be found in two parts here: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/63769836 Since it is a longer comic, I've uploaded it as an album to the Omorashi Doujins section; however it requires moderator approval, so once that goes through I will link it here.
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  35. Hahahaha. Yeah, I have a soft spot in my heart for this one. And have fuuunnnnnnnnn!
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  36. I had my coffee now its time for some water..then maybe some play.
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  37. Story suggested by @punkdoesvoices It's yet another sunny morning.I put my phone in my pocket and calmly walk along the sidewalk. "HIIIIIIIII!" i flinch and sigh. I recognize that voice. I turn around to see a girl waving at me with both hands. Her name is Sayori. She's my neighbour and we've known each other since we were kids.i stand there for a bit and let her catch up to me. "Morning~!" She said with a bright smile. "Overslept again?" I asked. Sayori pouted and looked away, "Oh c'mon. Don't be mean!" Sayori said. I sighed and we began walking. We walked by a couple of other students and eventually arrived at the school where everyone was doing their own thing. We entered the school and i went to get my books. "I'll see you later at the Literature Club,ok?" Sayori said with a smile. The literature club,a club that she signed me up for because she didn't want me to become a NEET in the future. I fake a smile and wave at her as she leaves for her class. I close my locker and head towards my first class for today. —————————----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And before i know it,the day is over once again. Nothing eventful really happens here and I usually just find myself just looking at the wall and waiting until it's all over. I kept staring at the wall and my eyelids began feeling heavy until. "Hey! Don't fall asleep now! This isn't the nap club!" A voice said. My eyes opened in an instant and i see Sayori standing there with a smile. "C'mon! We're gonna be late to the club if you keep slacking off like this!" She said as she took my hand and dragged my off the seat. "Hey! I can walk by myself!" I said as she dragged me out of the classroom. As per usual,i follow her across the hallway and we make our way to the club. On our way there we walk past this floor's restrooms. Both of which had some pretty big lines. I myself didn't need to use it right now,so i ignored it and continued walking. However,i noticed that Sayori had slowed down her walking and had her eyes on the bathroom. I cleared my throat to get her attention and this quickly snapped her out of her thoughts. "Oh uh..Let's hurry! We don't want to keep the rest of the club waiting!" Sayori said as she pushed me away from the bathrooms. "Hey! You don't have to keep pushing me!" I said. Having her constantly push me from one point to another was pretty annoying. ———————————————-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We arrived at the classroom where the club was held and we were immediately greeted by Monika. I looked around the classroom and i saw that Yuri and Natsuki were already there. I made my way to my usual seat and sat down while grabbing my usual stuff from my bag. Sayori sat close to me and did the same thing. Monika made her way to the chalkboard and began discussing what we were gonna do for the upcoming festival. As of now,most of the poems we wrote were themed around the festival. Up until joining the literature club i wasn't very good at it. i honestly didn't know Sayori was into it either. Speaking of Sayori,i couldn't help but notice that she's been acting a bit odd. She seemed to be thinking very hard about what to write,but i could see her shaking one of her legs under the table. I'm starting to see why she was eyeing the bathroom,she probably needed to go but decided to hold it because of the line. Come to think of it, I recall seeing her chugging down a bottle of soda during the lunch break. I guess she must've forgotten to go before the classes had to start again. Wouldn't be the first time. Still,i didn't really comment on it. If she needed to be badly,she could just get up and go to the bathroom. Assuming the lines had already cleared up by now. I went back and focused on my own poem. Once i had finished it,i looked around to see who i could show it off to. I thought of showing it off to Yuri,but then i noticed she had gotten into an argument with Natsuki again. And Monika was nowhere to be found. So i decided to show it off the Sayori. "Sayori." I asked. However,i got no response. She was still focused on her poem and her leg was still shaking. "Sayori!" "Eep! Don't scare me like that,you meanie!" Sayori said as she pushed me. "Pay attention then. You can be just as bad as me sometimes." i replied. "Hmph.." Sayori pouted. "Ahem...I just finished my poem. And Natsuki and Yuri see to be occupied right now. So do you want to read it?" i asked. In a flash,Sayoris facial expression changed from a pout to a smile. "Of course! Here,let me take a look at it!" Sayori said as she took the poem. I could see her eyelids following the words. "Wow. You're getting better at this! I'm proud of you!" Sayori said with a smile. I just smiled back for a second and then took the note back. I sat back down and looked back at her. She went back to looking at her paper,but now she had her legs crossed. "Hey! I need your input here!" Another voice yelled. I turn around to see both Natsuki and Yuri standing there. Natsuki looked incredibly agitated while Yuri was blushing. "Yuri completely missed the point of my poem!" Natsuki yelled. "I-I didn't mean to sound rude...it's just..i umm.." Yuri said as she gently stroked her hair. I sighed internally and rested my head against my hand as i got once again dragged into an argument. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I finished adding some extra touches to my poem and put my pen down. I look at the front of the room and i see Sayori discussing something with Monika. I assume it's details about the festival. Sayori is listening to what Monika is saying but now she's rubbing her thighs together and her face looks a little bit red. Looks like she really needs to go now. i wondered at first why she didn't just excuse herself and go,but that's when i saw her speak up. Monika nodded and she then left the room. Her walk looking a lot more stiff than usual. Monika turns to me and then approaches me. I quickly look down and pretend i'm writing. "Hey. Are you enjoying your stay here so far?" She asks with a bright smile. "Uhh..Yeah. It did take me awhile to get accustomed to this,but i'm managing." I reply. Monika giggles and we have a short conversation. She finishes it off by reminding me that we should spend more time together. She's been saying that a lot since i joined this club. Shortly after she left,Sayori returned to the classroom and made her way to the seat. However,she still looked very nervous and her movements were still pretty stiff. Did she not go? "Hey? Where were you?" i asked,pretending i didn't know. "Uhh...i needed to pee. But they're currently busy cleaning the restroom." Sayori replied. "Can't you just go on one of the lower floors?" i asked. "That's to far. Besides. I don't need to go that badly!" She said. Although judging by way she's moving her body as she says this,that's a blatant lie. "I can hold it. I just have to make sure i don't think about it!" Sayori says. I smile and decide to have a little bit of fun. "Yup. Don't think about it at all. Just try to focus on your poem. There's all kinds of things to write about right? Like rivers...or waterfalls. or the rain...or" Sayori whines and runs up to me to slap me repeatedly. "That's not funny! You're being a complete meanie right now!" Sayori said. "Alright,alright! Sorry..yeesh.." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey,I'm going to get some stuff in another classroom. Do you want to come with me?" Sayori asked. She was sweating and had both of her hands on my table while crossing her legs. "Uhh...sure! Let's go then." I said while getting up. "Yay! Let's- Eep!" Sayori said as she crossed her legs. "Why don't you just go now?" I asked. "I...I want to take care of this first so that we don't keep Monika and the others waiting for too long." Sayori said. I sighed and nodded. I personally would've gone first. But she has made her choice and it's pretty difficult to get her to change her mind once she has made up her decision. We both left the classroom. I was walking slightly ahead of Sayori and took a few glances behind me. Her walk was even stiffer now and her face was even more red. We arrived at the classroom and opened the door. "So...What do we need to get?" I asked. "We just need to get some crayon and more papers." Sayori responded as she immediately headed for the closet. She opened it and began looking for the crayons. All while shaking her body a little. I stood there and waited for her. While waiting,i heard the sound of bubbles in water. I looked around and saw an aquarium near the closet. "Huh..i didn't know this classroom had an aquarium.." i said. "Y-Yeah..neither did i.." Sayori said while hastily looking through the closet. No doubt the noises from the aquarium was driving her insane. "O-Oh! I found some crayons! They're the best brand too!" Sayori said as she grabbed the pack. However,in the next moment. *Bang* She leans back and smacks the back of her head against the back of her head. She stumbles back a little while rubbing her hands against the back. "Ow! Ow!" She whines. i walk up to her and check it. "Ahh!" "Calm down. It's just a-" i said,but i stopped myself when i noticed her bending over with her hands between her legs. "Sayori?" "I uhh..." She stood upright while looking at me with a fake smile. "Sayori,C'mon! Just go to the bathroom already. I'm sure they're done cleaning by now and i think Monika will understand." I said. "I...i can't.." Sayori said. "Why not?" I asked. "I uhh...i leaked a little." Sayori said. I sighed and turned around,motioning her to get on my back. She seemed to hesitate for a bit before climbing on it. I quickly darted out of the classroom and ran in the direction of the bathroom. "H-Hey! Slow down! I'm gonna have an accident if you move like this!" Sayori yelled. "Don't say that out loud! You're not a kid anymore!" i said. We eventually arrived in front of the restroom. Thankfully with no lines and with no cleaning signs. I let go of Sayori and she quickly jammed her hands between her legs while doing a potty dance. "Oh! I can't hold it anymore!" "Then go! The bathroom is right there!" i said. Sayori waddled towards one of the doors but. "Wrong restroom!" i yelled,startling her. She looked up and saw the "Men" sign. "O-Oh! Whoops!" She said as she hastitly entered the correct door. I sighed and waited for her to be done. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sayori entered the bathroom and entered the nearest stall. She closed the door and locked it. She turned around and hastily lifted her skirt while approaching the toilet. In one fell swoop,she yanked down her pink striped panties and plopped down on the toilet. And almost immediately,the flood gates opened. A small cascade of pee escaped from Sayori,splashing against the toilet bowl and making a pretty splattering noise. A noise that was only drowned out by.... "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......Haaaaah,i made it...." Sayori leaned her body back and relaxed as she released all the pee she had been holding since the lunch break. Her bladder shrunk,overwhelming her with relief. To the point where her body almost went completely limp. She closed her eyes and let out another sigh as she enjoyed every second of it. But soon her stream began to slow down until eventually it completely stopped. With one last satisfactory sigh, She got up and reached for some toilet paper. But then she looked at the small spurt on her panties and sighed. Since the damage was already done,she pulled up her panties and ignored the slight cold she felt. It was a small patch,so nobody was gonna notice unless they actively tried to look up her skirt. And the smell would be gone once she washed it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I leaned against the wall and waited until Sayori was done. after what seemed like about half a minute,she exited the bathroom. She looked a lot more relaxed now and her smile looked more genuine. "Ahhh...I feel so much better now!" She said as she skipped towards me. "Don't ever hold it for that long! That's very bad!" I said. Sayori blushed and poked her fingers while muttering sorry. "Aaaaaaanyways...Uhh,did we leave the crayons in the classroom?" She asked. "Yup. We still need to find paper,so let's head back." i said, "Okie-Dokie!" She said as she grabbed my hand. We began walking back to the classroom and i looked at her. She was now humming a song and bobbing her head a little. She looked at me and gave me a bright smile. I smiled back. She can be a bit of a handful,but she also brightens up my day a lot. So i'm happy to have a friend like her.
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  38. Part 2: A New arrangement So there we all were. Laughing, sitting and getting to know each other a bit better. Millie hadn't seen Harper or Taylor in a few years, so the catching up was much needed. But before we sat around for too long, I gave Millie a little nudge. She still had her panties full of poop! "Ok you two" Millie said. "I need to go clean myself up quick. I'd have Steve help me out, but he's gonna help you bring in your stuff. Right babe?" "Yes!" I said quickly. Taylor, Harper, let's go out to your car and bring your stuff in." So as Millie cleaned up, we started unpacking the car. It wasn't all that much. Taylor and Harper really just grabbed the essentials. Clothes, medicine, a few keepsakes and other random things. But that was it. Maybe 2 or 3 bags for each of them. "Ok girls" I said. "luckily we do have a spare room, but we do only have one. Is sharing a bed going to be ok? Or do we need to go out and get an air mattress? It's a big queen bed, so it's really up to you." Harper spoke up. "That should be fine! We shared a bed back home occasionally, when mom was angry or something. So we don't mind sharing. Right Taylor?" "Yes this is totally fine, we still can't think you guys enough! This will be more than fine." Said Taylor. I continued, "ok, then it's settled!" I'll let you tell get settled in, I'll go check on Millie." As I left the room, I could tell Harper wanted to say something, but she seemed to swallow the thought as I left the room. Back in our room, Millie was just finishing up getting dressed. I walked up to her: "Wow, can you believe all this is happening? I really feel for them, I hope they are ok." "Yeah me too!" Said Millie. "Although it's not surprising. Our mother was absolutely horrible to us. Instill can't believe I got away mostly normal... Here's hoping Taylor and Harper aren't too broken down from it all." "Yeah, I hope we can help" I responded. I was going to continue, but I changed course: "But also, I'm sad that we wasted such an amazing load in your pants! I still can't believe all that happened either! Millie laughed. "Oh hush, you! I just about forgot about my panty poop until Harper reminded us of it! I would have treated you right if you helped me clean up, but thank you for helping them out instead." "Ugh yes, I'm gonna be regretting not taking care of that for you. Promise me you'll try that again for me soon?" "Steve, let's just say you're going to be up to here in messy panties for a while!" She said to me with a wink. Before I could respond, she walked out of the room to go check on Taylor and Harper. I followed behind. Once in their room, we saw things were going well. The two of them were almost done unpacking their clothes, and we all got to chatting. After a while, Harper spoke up. "So, not to be awkward but... I'm not exactly the driest sleeper at night, and neither is Taylor. Is this bed going to be ok if we mess it up? Have any accidents?" I jumped in. "Oh for sure! It's already got our spare mattress protector on it, and we've got plenty of spare sheet sets as well. Millie rarely goes a night without getting a little wet or messy." Millie smiled a guilty smile, but I could tell she enjoyed being shown off like that. I went on: "so yes, no need to worry about that." "Ok good!" Taylor said. "So on top of that, Ill just say it. I could really use a diaper change." And with that, she hopped on the bed, laid on her back and out her legs up in the air. I though this was all a little forward, but I do have to remember these girls come with alot of baggage. I looked to Millie who seemed to share some of these thoughts, but I could tell even she wasn't equipped to handle this moment right now. So, I spoke up: "Ok, Harper could you hand me one of Taylors new diapers? This will be easy peasy, I babysat my little cousins for years." Millie handed me a clean diaper from Taylor stash, and I got to work. I yanked off Taylors leggings, and started untaping her Diaper. It was a big, puffy diaper that had little flowers on it, which were all very very damp and not their usual colors, indicating the diaper was over saturated with pee. Once I had her diaper undone and saw the damage, I couldn't help but get hard. Like, my penis actually grew exponentially for a few seconds. And I could tell in my loose shorts, there was no hiding it this time. Off to the side and out of my view, Millie whispered something to Harper. They were watching this whole affair, and I assume saw me get very hard. It's now where I'll say... I'm blessed. The lord decided to give me a large member, there's no getting around it. So when I heard Harper gasp in my direction, I knew she was gawking at the large staff sticking up in my shorts. I, however, stayed focused on Taylor. Taylor was staring right up at me, and once I started undoing my diaper, she even started sucking her thumb. I didn't say anything of it, but she went ahead and spoke. "Yeah, I know I'm sucking my thumb. Its a habit I can't break! I do it whenever I'm getting changed, and sometimes when I'm actually peeing or pooping too. It's a reflex, and it helps keep me calm." "That's totally ok with me" I said to Taylor. Having her diaper open, I saw the massive amount of pee that soaked into the diaper. It was an incredible site. Her vagina was beautiful as well, being the perfect combo of big and loose, as well as tight and young. I couldn't help but stare for a few seconds, but then I got back to work. I slipped the diaper off of her, grabbed a few wipes and wiped her down, and put the new diaper on her. And with that, we were done. "Thank you Steve!" Said Taylor. "I'll try not to be too much of a hassle about my diapers but, you know... Nature calls!" "Quit that, it's more than ok! I'm more than happy to change your diapers Taylor, just say the word." I said. After that, we kept talking for a while. We learned that Harper planned to go to a nearby community college, but had no idea what she was going to do now. Taylor told us she's going to call her school and officially drop out, and take the GED. And Millie filled them in on what we do during our days. I work from home most days, and Millie works at a nearby business a few times a week. I make more than enough money for the both of us, so she only does it to keep herself busy for the most part. But then, Harper asked us: "I know it's getting late, but is it ok if we went shopping quick? We have some money on us, and we could really use a few things. I need more panties, some more clothes..." "I could use more diapers" Taylor butted in. "Yes, and if we do it know we could just get it out of the way. Is that ok?" I looked at Millie, who was already speaking up: "Yeah let's go! And we'll get dinner on the way there as well, our treat!" And with that, we went out the door. Once in the car, we decided we wanted something simple, so we just stopped at McDonald's. I got a big Mac, Millie got some mcnuggets, and Harper and Taylor each got a quarter pounder. We gobbled our meals up on the way to the store. We walked into the store, and I simply stayed in the back of the group as the three girls talked. I didn't need anything here, but I was more than happy to chaperone and to be with everyone. We watched as Harper got some panties, some pretty ones, some plain ones, and a few more dresses, shirts, and pants as well. Taylor meanwhile, made a beeline for the diapers, picking out her usual brand. We got in line to checkout, but there was like ten people ahead of us, and only on person checking out. "This could be a problem... " Harper said. "Why?" The rest of us said in unison. "Don't be so loud! But I really have to pee after all that soda from McDonald's... And... I think I have to poop as well." Just hearing her say that was enough to get me a little hard. Millie started to rub harpers shoulder with sympathy as we tried to wait out the long line. But, as five minutes turned into ten, we all could tell harpers bowels were not long for this world. "It's no use guys, I can't hold it anymore!' Harper said in a quick whisper. Not really knowing what to do, she started to spread her legs and pee. We all looked at her, that is until I shoved the things I was carrying into Millie's arms and rushed Harper outside. Millie and Harper stayed behind to pay for our things. We were maybe 30 feet from the door, but Harper peed herself basically the whole way there. Her panties were surprisingly absorbent, but she still left a few small puddles all the way to the door. Streaks of pee ran down her legs as well. Luckily, no one payed is any mind as we nearly ran out the door. Once outside, I pulled Harper over to a small brick ledge and sat her down, having her butt stick past it, almost like she was sitting on the toilet. Now feeling safe and away from everyone, Harper let herself go in earnest. "Oh my gooooddddddddd..." She sighed. She seemed so relieved to let it all out. Her pee picked up pace as it hit the grass behind her. Ok listening to it splash made me hard as a rock. "Oh my god Steve, I'm pooping now! I can't hold it!" She then said to me. She looked me dead in the eyes as she did. She looked scared, but also determined, and a little bit aroused if you ask me. She grunted and scrunched her face up a bit, almost like babies do when they poop. I heard it crackle out of her ass in on big motion, and her expression quickly turned to relief. She instinctively spread her legs a little, showing off her wet panty covered pussy off to the world, so I quickly stood on front of her. It truly was a sight to behold. She opened her eyes, saw me looking at her and was startled. "Oh dear God, did all of that really just happen?? I'm so embarrassed..." "Shh shh shh, no Harper it's ok! I pulled you outside and you didn't make a mess indoors. It's all good!" I told her. She was still pretty embarrassed. "But you saw me! Ugh I'm so sorry, I feel like such a baby!" "Hey hey hey! Remember what we talked out? I'm here for you, I can take care of you, and that's exactly what I did by taking you outside. And I can do whatever you need to make this better for you." Harper looked at me, and smiled and immediately got all red in her face. I smiled back. "Did you want me to clean you up here? Or wait until we got home?" "I'd say we can wait, but I'm in a dress. Do you think you could at least let the poo out of my panties for me? I can't reach back there." Without saying anything, I looked to my right and looked to my left. With no one in sight, I quickly darted behind the wall Harper was sitting on. As I crouched down behind her, I saw she was still sitting with her butt hanging over the back of the wall, and I saw the mound of poo in her underwear. I stopped. I stopped and stared at that mound of poo for maybe 10 seconds, I think, because it was long enough for Harper to go: "Steve? Everything ok back there?" I snapped back to reality. "Yes! I'm sorry Harper, I just couldn't help but stare at your poopy panties. I guess there's no point in hiding it, since Millie told you about how she and I operate." "Yes she did, and I don't blame you! I've always thought I looked good with shit in my undies!" This surprised me. She was also turning to look at me now, with a very mischievous smile on her face. "Well then, you are absolutely right! I can't help myself every time I see Millie poop herself, and I guess I could help myself when you did it too." Harper replied to me. "I like that you couldn't help yourself! It makes me feel....normal. attractive." She said the last bit looking somewhat sadder, and I could tell this whole experience must still be troubling for her. So I jumped in. "So Harper, shall I just, pull your panties aside and dump it out? Is it ok to touch you?" Harper snapped out of it. "Yes Steve go for it, I'm ready!" So with that I pulled her panties aside, pushed them inside out a little and let the mound of poo fall to the ground. Luckily it was a grassy area, so it'll just look like a dog did it. With that done, I stood back up and faced Harper. "All done! Feel better?" "Yes I do!" She replied. She stood up and gave me a hug. And I swear she could feel my raging hard on up against her crotch, but I didn't care, and she didn't say anything either. Millie and Taylor walked out just as we broke off our hug. "Everything ok out here?" Millie asked. "Yep, we're all good! Harper just had an accident." I said to them. "Yeah, we're ok" Harper said. "Thank God Steve thought quickly and got me outside! This is exactly what I'm talking about. In the store, I just froze and felt like a little girl. But then Steve took hold of me, got me outside, and helped me clean up. I really need help like that more often... heck, I've needed help like that for years!" We all laughed at that one. Then, with all the new clothes and diapers in tow, we hopped in the car and went home. The next morning, we set out setting up Harper and Taylor's new lives at our home. Harper let all of her old friends know where she was, that she was fine, and that she will be with us for a while. Taylor meanwhile, had a harder task. Luckily, Since she's 17, she's legally allowed to drop out in our state. So she called them up and let them know, and that seemed to be that. Lastly, we talked about weather we should call the police on their mother for abandonment charges. Both Harper and Taylor were hesitant to do this. Firstly, they just wanted to be gone from her for good. And secondly, since Harper is of legal age, this really only affected Taylor. But we ended up deciding to let it go for now, and address the issue again later if we need to. Then, slowly but surely life went on. I settled more into my new role as the caretaker of the house, for all three girls. Each one of them has their own issues. Millie may seem independent, but she entirely depends on me emotionally, physically (sexually), and to clean her up when she's dirty, if time allows for it. Harper is similar to Millie, if not even worse off. She seems to be lacking in awareness and a few social skills, but nothing that's super out of the ordinary. She knows she isn't supposed to wet or mess herself in public, but often times she does it anyways, often with a babyish look of relief on her face. She's also fairly aloof in her lifestyle. She doesn't seem to know what she wants to do with her life, and seems to just need a crutch to lean on for a while, which we're happy to provide. Taylor, is somewhat of an enigma. She's still in diapers, and doesn't seem to want to get out of them any time soon. She requires a chance at least 2 or 3 times a day, with 1 or two of them being messy changes. But other than that, she's steadfast with her life. She's preparing for the GED, and she's ready to figure something out for her life. But all three of them share a very similar trait. Their bathroom habits truly don't seem to bother any one of them. So much so, that it seems to comforting to them all, if not downright sexual. I'm starting to learn each of their tells too. Taylor will suck her thumb when she's peeing or pooping, and even lift a leg and grunt if she needs to. Harper panics at first, but then gets lost in the relief of release, usually losing her awareness in the process. Millie will stand still when she's going, but now more often than ever, she'll look at me and bite her lip as she's going. As if to tell me she's been a bad girl, which I absolutely love. A usual day, for the first few weeks of living together, would go like this. I would wake up in bed next to Millie, who very likely wet or messed herself in the night. Sometimes we'd have morning sex right then and there, but other times I'd help her get cleaned up. Get her in the shower, peel off her dirty panties and rinse her down. She loved when I helped her like that. After I cleaned up Millie, I would go and check on Harper and Taylor. Harper also would usually wake up with wet or messy panties, and Taylor would almost always have a full diaper too. I'd get some new clothes for Harper to change into before taking Taylor into the other room and changing her. When I was done with Taylor, I'd check in again on Harper, making sure she got fresh ok. Then, we'd start our day. Since I mostly worked from home, I'd slowly get started on my day. Millie would go about her day, usually spending time with Harper and Taylor. If anyone had any accidents, I'd happily help them get sorted out. They have zero issues just going when the need hits them at home. And if we're out shopping or doing something fun, they'll just go if we're alone. If we're among people, I usually need to come to the rescue and figure something out, some more successful than others. Which brings us to our latest adventure, a trip home from the movies.
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  39. Great videos. I love fear wetting I wish there were more scenarios like this. especially the bank robbery one.
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  40. Its nothing too exciting, but it was a rare instance of hearing this kind of thing being discussed in the real world. I overheard two of my coworkers talking about bedwetting today. They are both women in their early 30s. One of them is a mom, and I think they got on the subject because the mom was complaining about her kid wetting the bed. As they were discussing it, the other coworker told her that when she was in college, her friend had a roommate that would wet her bed almost every night, and it was so bad that the room had a distinct pee smell. her friend requested to change dorms because of it. I can't imagine why that girl put herself in a situation where she lived in a small room with a stranger if she had such a bad bedwetting problem, but who knows? But in any case I definitely didn't mind hearing a story about a college girl who constantly pees herself. But it didn't stop there- The mom then made a point of saying that she had never wet the bed before, and my other coworker challenged her on it, acting like she didn't believe it was possible. She eventually said "everyone wets the bed sometimes", essentially admitting to doing so herself. She didn't go into any detail but she mentioned having had too much to drink before and then wetting the bed because of it, and that was good enough for me. They got interrupted shortly after that and moved on, but they have no idea how much they made my day.
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  41. Just wanted to share an amazing awesome experience from two days ago where my wife completely lost control and flooded everything while waiting for our bathroom to be free. We had some friends staying as overnight guests over for the past few days at our house, in which we only have one bathroom. Our single bathroom is right outside mine and my wife's bedroom, which is also my home office where I was doing some work. As one of our guests was taking a shower, I noticed casually my wife and one of our other friends both standing outside the door in the short hallway that the bathroom is on one side and our bedroom across from jt, both talking. I briefly heard her mention she needed to pee but didn't think of it and shut the door to avoid being distracted as my wife and our friend were talking while waiting to use the bathroom. About 5 minutes later, I knocking suddenly and fast at the bedroom door, as she thought I locked it for some reason. As I sit right next to the door, I simply reached for the knob and opened it as it was easy. My wife says "They aren't coming out of the bathroom, and I have to pee so bad and can't hold it anymore" as she slightly bent forward at the hips and slowly walked into the room as I backed up away from the door. Though, I knew just from the frantic look on her face she was about to completely piss herself all over the carpet, all I could think about feeling how close she was. As she was wearing some legging pants but no panties underneath, I told her to come into the bedroom all the way and closed the door. Once in the bedroom, I asked her how bad it was, though at the same time did a quick hand motion to feel upwards from the crotch, which felt damp but not completely wet. With being worried she would pee herself on our carpet, I quickly asked to feel inside her pants, and as I did my hand went straight to her pussy. As my hand cupped her pussy, I felt not only was that entire area was completely wet but I something slowly it trickling out into my hand, to which I gave her assurance that it was completely ok if she wouldn't able to hold it back and that I would grab something to put on the floor. Then, while keeping my hand under her pussy offering that in would help her hold it in as I quickly would get something to go onto the floor. Then... She bent forward in a certain direction as I was reaching to grab a worn sweatshirt and dirty laundry towel right from the floor nearby, my hand slipped off of cupping her, since she was bent forward, i accidentally and very slightly pressed on her bladder. Which, this was the end, as almost instantly, it all started coming out into the palm of my hand but then all over as she said she couldn't stop, to which I quickly put the sweatshirt and towel underneath as she pissed for about 20 seconds total, soaking everything, even a small patch on the carpet. Though she does indulge at times, it isn't her favorite, so any time she has a genuine accident like this and it is in an acceptable surrounding, she will start to orgasm almost immediately when I tell her " it's ok" if she can't hold it in anymore, due to the fact she really specifically likes the feeling of being reassured while doing something that is still a little embarrassment, though she It is almost impossible not to cum when you get this close of an experience, especially it being your own wife and being able to feel it coming out of her pussy the entire time. Afterwards she said she was waiting over 5 minutes but suddenly knew she couldn't hold it any longer, to where she didn't want to pee herself in front of our friends. I knew j
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  42. Just pissed in a bottle and im feelin good
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  43. I've been to a couple diapered events. They were also hosted in a private home and there were about 20 people there. It's was mostly an ABDL event, so there were a bunch of littles in various outfits, mostly all diapered, and there were a few caregivers there. I think I was the only caregiver who was also diapered. There was a room set up for changing, and anyone could change anyone. Everything mostly carried on like a normal party. The diapers were definitely not the focus of the conversations. I live near San Francisco, California, and there is an event here called the Folsom Street Faire. It's a HUGE outdoor kink festival. If you can imagine it, there are people there doing it. The entire neighborhood is closed off to traffic and people are just walking around in all kinds of various fetish wear. There is an ABDL section where Tykables gives out samples and people are walking around in just a diaper and a t shirt, or just a diaper.
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  44. I Pee my Panties and Jeans Skirt in my House on Stairs on Public https://cz.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6042ce276a271
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  47. This actually happens to me all the time. My body gets ahead of me and if I have to go decently I start peeing once I get to the bathroom door. My brain just sends the signal to let go once I'm close and it's a real problem for me. I'm frequently rushing to the bathroom because I get sudden urgency and I'm pretty much always rushing from the bathroom door to the toilet and barely making it in time, though I usually do make it. It isn't uncommon for me to leak a little in my underwear even without setbacks though so if anything happens that delays me I'm pretty fucked because I can't stop the flow once it starts. I've never had a zipper get stuck but I've had my belt accidentally lock into the next biggest hole instead of opening all the way and especially since I'm expecting them to go down I just start full on peeing into them. I've also peed myself multiple times due to forgetting that I tied my sweatpants drawstring and/or not being able to get it untied. I've had public and private accidents because of both of these experiences.
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  48. Mine was a ski pants accident when I was about 10 or 11. I stayed out late in the afternoon, trying to get as many runs in as I could before the lifts shut. By the time I went back to the lodge I was busting. I got the skis off, rushed into the downstairs change room, threw off my parka and gloves and, still wearing my ski boots, half-ran into the downstairs bathroom. Back then ski pants were the bib and braces type with a zipper down the front. I wrestled the top half of the bib and brace down and was fumbling with the zipper when my concentration snapped and the dam burst. Pee flooded into the lower half of my bib and braces as I stood frozen in shock. The water resistant pants material kept the pee totally concealed as it ran down into my ski boots. The inside of the pants legs were an unusual combination of hot and clammy, and stuck to my legs. I've never forgotten that day, which I reckon was the day my fetish began.
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  49. Yeah its happened to me a couple of times when I was younger at home. Just the usual leaving it too long to go to the toilet and not being able to get trousers and pants down in time leaving wet trousers and a puddle on the floor. I was probably about 8 and 11 when this happened so that left an awkward conversation with my parents.
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