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    This is an experimental upscale of two of my favorite old JAV's, which you can find the originals of here: These videos have been upscaled using some new still a bit experimental techniques based around machine learning. If you're interested in learning how it works and the software behind this process, you can check it out here: https://www.topazlabs.com/video-enhance-ai So, how well does it work? It's a bit mixed. Overall, I think it's a definite improvement. But nothing groundbreakingly amazing yet. You can see a couple before and after stills here: Let me know what you think! Can you tell a difference? Would you be interested in seeing more videos enhanced this way? There's also a machine learning model for frame interpolation, which in simple terms lets you increase a videos framerate. You can see a short clip of a 60fps version of one of the above uploads here: Pissjp - Swimsuit Wetting (No.1990) 1.50X 1920X1080 Ahq-11 Chr-2 1Percent Slomo 59 94Fps(1)-1.mp4 Personally I think the results for this are extremely good, though some people have mixed feelings on 60fps videos.
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  2. Do you like spooky stories? I do. But in the same way I like spicy food, I know that there are risks. Sometimes I get so involved in reading horror stories I manage to actually spook myself - you know the feeling? When you're worried that, at any moment, something scary's gonna happen? Well - I managed to induce that in myself tonight. I'd been up until...about 3am I think? Just reading horror stories online. A couple creepy-pastas, some urban legends, watched some horror videos - in fact I've really dived into that whole analogue horror thing. You know the type, with VCRs and old TV recordings. The video that seemed to spook me most was Local58's video, Weather Service. It's really well done - and if you like horror, I fully recommend it - the whole channel really. I'd watched it right before noticing that it was already 3am on a sunday night - right before a 9am lecture the next day. Lying here now in bed, I'm sort of realising that horror's not the best idea - especially on a rainy night. Alone. In a relatively new flat. That line - DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON. That gave me chills the second I saw it. I knew then that I might have overdone it on the horror for the night. And now...I need the loo. Before getting into bed I'd closed the curtains, and I'm a little embarassed to say I made a point of not looking at the moon again. I knew it was a full moon too, as if it needed to be any spookier. Though by this time I'm sure you wouldn't be able to see it, it's raining gently outside. Now, lying in bed and hoping I can get some amount of sleep before class and facing away from the window (Yes I know, I'm a wuss, thank you), I'm realising that I shouldn't have had so much tea. Don't tell me tea will keep me awake by the way - it doesn't. I don't know why, but it never has. Hell, too much of it makes me tired. It might be warm in bed, but I don't feel too comfortable. Not just my increasingly noticeable bladder, but mentally too. Noises are making me jump - the wind, my flatmate in the kitchen, people in the street, or that cursed railway just outside. I'd - and don't tell anyone this - I'd made a literal yelping sound when a freight train had gone past barely minutes ago, and I'd pulled the covers up just a little closer to my nose. Perhaps I should have left the light on - it's a lot scarier in the dark. There's...something ghostly by my door. Am I seeing things or...oh no, that's just my coat. I don't usually leave that there. But then I also don't usually get this spooked either. My bladder's become an issue though...It's full. Not just a bit full, but I'm lying in bed, one hand holding the blanket to my face, the other one wedged between my legs, squashed between the fabric of my PJ shorts. I'm twisting my hips under the covers, trying to make myself more comfortable, trying to deny how bad it is. I can make it to the morning, I'm sure - I just need to fall asleep. I've never wet the bed before, and I'm not going to start now. I hope. Or I should say - I've never wet the bed in my sleep. No I will not be going into detail. But...lying here right now? I know I won't be able to get to sleep. I have to use the toilet, and it's getting worse. Normally lying down makes it a bit easier. And besides, I've got to bed with a fairly full bladder a number of times. The bathroom's only outside my door anyway, and there's a spare one upstairs. One time, before I'd moved to the flat for university - back home in other words - I'd managed to make it through the whole night after going to sleep with a decently full bladder. I'd woke up the next morning - I think because of how bad I had to pee, because it was earlier than I usually wake up - then tried making it to the toilet. After, you know, spending a good ten minutes on twitter. I did have to get out of bed because of how bad it was...but then my brother had been in the shower, we didn't have a second bathroom...I panicked, went back into my room. And then by the time he'd got out, I didn't need to use the toilet any more. Instead I needed to use the washing machine and some carpet cleaner. I...really should get up and pee. I can feel the solid lump of bladder with my wrist - I'm having to be careful how I hold myself. My hand is pushed into my body with my arm at an awkward angle cause if I bash it against my belly - Ow! Yeah, like that - I know it's just gonna get worse. And...it's getting worse. Every minute, it gets worse. The pressure inside, like a whole ocean being held back by a shaky dam. The bathroom's only out side, like I say, but... I can't get out of bed! I can't - I'm...spooked. Too scared. Don't laugh! Every noise is putting me on edge, my eyes are darting around, trying to find the source each time. After the initial jump, I can usually tell what it was - maybe the drier in the kitchen (I don't know who does laundry at 3am. Strike that. I have done and will probably do so again), or the outside world, or...that one's another train. You should hear it with the window open... I did try getting out of bed. I'd slid one leg out from the covers...only to retract it when I heard some other noise. And my leg got cold. Also...because I was too scared to put it on the floor. What if the boogyman grabbed it!? Yeah - I know there won't really be one...but my mind keeps going 'but what if there is? Or if there's someone in the hallway? Or - worst of all - what if there are spiders!' Just the thought makes me screw my eyes up and snuggle down deeper into the covers...but once I get still again all I can feel is my bladder. Well, that and scared. But...mostly my bladder now, I have to be honest. There's no way I'll be getting to sleep moving around like this - my legs are writhing under the covers in a pedalling like I'm on some desperate unicycle. I can't bring my legs up too high though - the pressure just gets worse. I'm starting to hurt my hand from the pressure exerted by each thigh, pushing my fingers inward. I tried putting my hand in a fist, but it doesn't hold as well - you know? No, right now I need all my fingers on the front line...cause I think I'm gonna lose this battle. It's really starting to get to be too much though...I can feel sweat beads forming on my head, and I can hardly breath normally and...oh no. I just felt...you know those shivers you get? Like when you really have to go? Those shivers are usually my wake up call if I'm playing a game, or reading something - they mean I have mere minutes to get up and to a toilet. They mean that using the toilet will feel great - but they mean I have...minutes maybe. I let out an unintentional moan. It's too hard to hold it, I have to get up and go! Again, my leg slides from under the covers and into the cold night air. The sound of rain against the window glass is becoming increasingly loud...just like...in the movies. Oh god. I can't do it - I can't get out of bed! It's always on rainy nights that something really scary happens! My mind flashes back to the videos I'd watched earlier that day. The image of Nature's Mockery - a sort of monster from the youtube channel Gemini - flashed through my mind. The long tendrils...the unnatural movements...the noises. What if there was one outside? My leg slides back under the pillows, and it's like my bladder knew there and then that I wasn't getting up. A second shiver - something I don't often feel - something I'd felt when my brother was in the shower. It really was now or never. I can feel my bladder even now - it's like the contents are getting ready to move. I can feel it pulsing slightly...I can feel it sticking out in my belly. I know if I looked down I'd even be able to see it - but I daren't move the covers too much, in case I make myself too visible...I really need to stop watching horror before bed! It's getting too much now. The sweat is running off my forehead in beads and onto my pillow. I'm whimpering audibly, and I can hardly move my legs any more than rhythmically tensing my thighs and hoping...Oh no. The first...leak. It seeps out of me and I can feel it immediately on my fingers. The fabric of my shorts changes texture and warms up suddenly. A bead of...I don't want to admit it - A bead of urine runs down my cheek and onto the matress. I moan again, clenching the blanket with my free hand. I have to get up now, I have to get out of bed now. But...I can't. I gaze longingly at the door - worried that it could open at any second. I - OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT NOISE It...It's my flatmate going back into their room. My body ran cold the second I heard his door opening - there's no way I can get out of bed! But...If I don't... Another bead has escaped me, following the same path as the first. Again I feel it push through between my middle and index finger, coating them with a short-lived warmth that then trails onto my matress. Now I can feel the texture of the matress beneath my backside. It's infinitely harder to hold now - my body's already begun to weaken, the dam holding the river back is beginning to crack...and I can't stop breathing so loudly! Each breath comes with it's own little moan - even biting into the blanket isn't helping now. I screw my eyes up tighter than ever and prepare for the inevitable...But I won't be letting it go. No, I'll hold to the last moment. My last stand against - T-that! I hear a high-pitched squeak come out my mouth as my bladder just...tenses! It's doing it's own thing now! I-I-I didn't tell it to do that! It's - It's doing it again! Oh no, oh no no no... Hng! Something warm spurts out of me. The rain outside begins to die down a little now, but the rain inside...it's just beginning. It's just one...spurt - but it feels like so much more. My shorts immediately heat up and begin to cling to my skin between my legs. The tiny wet patch of matress feels suddenly warmer and larger...and I felt the whole spurt just go through my fingers like I was washing my hands. And then the rain stops. It falls silent, aside from my shallow and rapid breathing, accompanied by the occasional moan. Once again I can feel my bladder getting ready to pulse, and then - No! I - Stop it! It's not stopping! No no NO NO NO NONONO! Pee begins erupting out of me - erratically surging and dropping in pressure as I fight back with every inch of strength I can muster up. Without the rain I can hear the hiss, hear the trickle! I can feel the jet as it surges into my palm through the fabric of my shorts. Each breath I draw in sees the stream surge in strength, as if the air entering my lungs is pushing directly onto my bladder! I have to stop it! I have to hold it! I push my fingers against myself and strain my muscles to hold back! And...it works! The stream stops. The air falls silent again. I can feel tears lining the bottom of my eyes...and a different warm fluid coating my hand. I draw one leg up and hear my shorts squish. For a brief moment...it's fine. I'm wide awake now, eyes staring dead ahead at my door. If I get up now it won't be too bad, right? A little wet spot on my shorts, a little wet spot on the bed...and my flatmate seems to have gone quiet. The drier's still rumbling in the kitchen down the hallway, mind you. I...I think that's making it so much more unsettling. Dorcelessness? Why has that word come into my - oh. It was another video - Thalasin - striking my memory at the worst time possible...the sunken face, the fact the music had stopped in the video once the image had come up...I can't shake the feeling I'll walk into...that...outside my room. What if I opened the door and he was just stood there!? Or worse - the Loric face? That slit of a mouth... I couldn't get up now. I was too shook. At least I was safe and warm in bed...but my bladder tinged again and I knew it was about to get a whole lot warmer. What else could I do now? I knew I couldn't make it through the night (evidenced by my warm, warm fingers), but at the same time, I couldn't even bring myself to get out of bed. I have to find another solution - and quickly, before my bladder realises I'm ignoring it's warnings. I dart my eyes around the room, looking for something - anything - to use as...an emergency receptical....a toilet. Maybe I should have left a gap in the curtains - just enough to let in the moonlight in - No way! That video told me not to even look at it! Sure, I know it's fiction but right now I'm too scared to not consider the possibility that it's real! No - I strain my eyes harder and look for something. My teacup? Nah, too small - and I drink out of that. My teapot? Nah, I drink out of that too. There's...a red bull can on the floor. One of the large ones too - I've found my saviour! Ack! No! Not now! My bladder's pulsing again - I've identified a 'toilet' - just hold a second or two more! ...It's like it heard me. It stops pulsing. I open my eyes again and lock them on the can. It's just across my room, on the floor beneath my chair - don't judge, your room's probably a mess too. I just need to get up and get it. Just...gotta do that. Just get out of bed. Why...why am I not doing that? The sound of wind outside breaks the relative silence and makes me freeze up entirely - ceasing the jiggling that my whole body appears to be engaged in. The wet patch on the matress is starting to cool now too, though my clenched thighs and hand are keeping my shorts warm. My bladder seems to pick up on my sudden fear and refusal to move...and I can feel it getting ready to squeeze again. I...I know what's coming. I look over to the can longingly once more, then gently shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm going down fighting. The first pulse. I moan a little as my muscles begin to move of their own accord. I manage to hold it back, but I can already feel the second on the way. My eyes begin to clench tighter and I push my fingers more firmly against myself. The second pulse is coming...coming...It's here! Another moan breaks through the silence, and this time my fingers warm up once again. I can feel my inner muscles making the familiar movements that would normally occur on a plastic seat over a porcelain bowl and with intent...but right now there's no intent - only protest. And yet the muscles are still trying. The second pulse ends and I whimper again, biting onto my blanket. The third's already on it's way...I can feel it comING! I hear myself whimper - loudly this time! But more importantly - I feel a hot surge of liquid erupt through my fingers! T-this pulse isn't dying down either, in fact it's - !!!! It's getting worse! A sharp hissing breaks the silence - now continuously - as my bladder becomes it's own master and begins to empty itself with fury! It feels like a tap on full blast into my open palm, pushing pee through my fingers, through my shorts, down my thighs and...into my matress. A sort of 'eeeeeeeep' sound comes out my face as I try fruitlessly to stop the actual jet of warmth currently pushing into my palm...But it's no use now. I try to open my eyes, just in time for my back to take a humungous shiver of relief as I lose all control over my bladder. Pee is now just pouring out of me and into my bed. I can feel it's warmth coursing over my buttocks and soaking into the matress below with a very audible trickling sound. My whimpers begin to slow and become more like sighs as I let my bladder do it's thing, letting my legs and hand go limp as fresh urine washes over them. With my nose under the blanket, I can already smell the steam dispersing. It's not too strong - I'm well hydrated. Part of the problem, I suppose. I let my hand fall away from my groin and into the puddle now blossoming around my hips. The side of my shorts has soaked up pee like it was a sponge, and now I can feel it spreading upwards and soaking into my pumpkin pattern tee-shirt. Pee is cascading down my legs still, carving a consistent path behind me and over my backside - or more accurately, half of my backside. The contrast is...noticeable, to say the least. The puddle is growing fast around me, I can feel it's surface rising and spreading - first my hips were immersed, then slowly upwards and downwards. Going upwards I feel it soaking my back, reaching up higher and higher until I feel the warmth around my ribcage and elbow. The hand once holding it all back was slowly being swallowed whole as the puddle begins rising above my fingers, submerging the tips entirely. Going downward is of course my thigh, gradually soaking it further down until my knee touches the wet, warm surface. Even before it did though, I could feel the steam underneath the blanket swirling around - warming not just my sides, but my belly, my other leg, and soon my whole body below the neck. The rain picks up again and the trickling becomes less noticeable...I draw my hand out of the puddle and it joins the other, holding my blanket to my face. It - unsurprisingly - smells like pee. Which is still pouring out of my body and showing no signs of slowing down. Having a large bladder - sometimes it's a pain. Rarely, but sometimes. Right now, for example, I know that it's going to - wait, no it's already there. I can feel my hair pull ever so slightly as it begins to soak in...pee. My ginger curls take to the puddle like they were trying to drink it. I can feel beneath my shoulder - as the puddle begins to reach even that far - My usually wavy hair getting warm and losing their usual volume. I've stopped moaning by now - the shock and relief have worn off a little. The initial surge of relief had hit me like a brick on the head. The warm shiver up my back had left a fuzzy, warm feeling throughout my body. That feeling was being replaced now by a more literal warmth - though only on one side. Even having regained my senses though, I'm not going to make any effort to stop. Afterall, the matress is already...you know. Soaked. Like the person in it. The wind outside picks up again...and I can't help but feeling, even with pee still coursing out of my body, that I made the right choice. The rock that was once my bladder is soft once again, but by no means is it near empty. I open my eyes and look forward, deliberately choosing now to continue emptying my bladder. The soft trickle beneath the blankets is...surprisingly relaxing, and I'm starting to feel sleepy. Although that could be where I'm exhausted from holding in the ocean that is now soaking up into my pillow. I have to move my head up a little to keep it off my chin. The rain outside is getting stronger and stronger...and...I don't know how to explain this - it's really, really cosy. Not just the rain...the...well all of it. The relief that swamped over me, the hot puddle that's still lapping against my skin and jammies as it continues to grow in all directions. The rain outside - already a cosy thing to me usually - is just making me...so.......happy? Happy. It's....sooooooooooo nice. Wow. Warm. It's still going, a-hah...Weaker now, a little - what was that sound? Oh no...There's...not enough bed. For my puddle. It's, uh, pouring over the edge...onto the carpet. I can hear it pitter-pattering...now streaming a little. I just hope I left my shoes away from the end of the bed. I stretch out one leg - the one already in the puddle - to try and feel how far downward the puddle's gone. No use - my foot's already wet - I'm probably just making footprints on the bottom. It's...a bit gross. To think that it's pee that I'm lying in, especially because...I'm, uh...so comfy. I shouldn't feel this relaxed, right? I feel like I've had a back rub - I feel relaxed and at ease, like all the stress is melting away. Or, I suppose pouring out. A clap of thunder rips into the night silence...and I hardly even react. I simply...feel great. All the fear in my body must have escaped with the pee - because I feel at ease now. My bladder's begining to slow down now - the stream had been going directly against the fabric of my shorts (except for a break-away stream I could feel cascading against the bottom of my, er, bottom). Now it was tickling me as it poured directly onto my inner-thigh...and now it's stopped, merely trickling out of me. I can feel a lazy grin carving it's way across my face. I can't tell if my face is getting warm because I'm blushing or if there's just steam wafting over it. I...I don't really care, to be honest. The little trickle has come to an end, and now the puddle is beginning to seep into the matress, lowering the water-level. I can immediately feel the skin get colder as the pee drains away and into the matress beneath me. I let out a very, very contented sigh. I'm almost disapointed now that it's over. I relax my whole body and sink into the matress - it's fabric coming to greet my wet skin like a kiss. Heeh, a ha. Man. I pull my blanket against my breast - not my chin like before. The fear's gone and only comfort remains. Just...don't think about it being...you know, pee. Bodily waste. Gross, yeah - don't think about that. Just enjoy the warmth. Haaah... I let my still wet hand back under the blanket and it finds it's way between my legs again. I bite my lip gently and...tell my bladder to push. The warmth rushes back to greet my fingers once more for a few seconds, like a kiss goodbye from that comfy, comfy experience. My shorts wash over warm once again and I giggle. It's sooooooo comfy in this bed now...I just want to...push my fingers against my shorts. And rub...just a little. Mmm, yeah - that's....nice.... * * * I know where you think that's going. Sorry to disapoint - but I was just too comfy to carry that out. Before I'd built up any effort I found myself passed out. When I woke up my hand was inside my shorts, still damp but far colder than I remembered. What had been so cosy the night before had become quite chilly now, save where my body had been lying still and keeping the heat. The morning light that was being cast through my thin curtains was glistening against my whole body when I threw off the blanket - which hadn't escaped un-wetted either. Luckily the fear that had kept me in bed had gone now. In fact I felt a bit silly. I sat myself up, cross legged, and admired the sheer size of the wet patch I'd...semi deliberately left on my bed. It was cast almost top to bottom - over the bottom, never quite reaching beyond my pillow. My still wet hair clung to my neck and back. My shorts were clinging to my skin - my shirt too clung to one half of me like a hug that goes on too long. The smell...wasn't so bad as I expected it to be. Almost pleasant in it's mildness - yeah it's weird, shut up. At least I didn't need to pee when I woke up like most mornings. No, I was going to choose to do that this time. I don't know why I chose to go in the bed again...
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  3. Chapter 134 Liam I don’t get to see much of Megan on either Thursday or Friday but we text often and even call sometimes too. With her older brother home, looking after Yasmin all the time and having to do everything at home with her sister and dad working, plus taking Chelsea to and from school, her days are so full already. I find both days fly in too as my phone and emails are crazy with having to arrange my aunt’s funeral from miles away. I finally have a date for the funeral: Monday 20th April. This means I need to somehow get back to England, which ironically is proving the hardest part of all. The coffin, flowers, cremation and transport to the service all apparently get added to the funeral bill, which I am in a panic about as I already know I’ll never be able to pay for it. Megan keeps telling me not to think about that just yet and to concentrate on what my aunt would want rather than cost. That’s not easy either as I have no idea what flowers she liked, or colours she loved or hymns she’d have preferred for a service. Mabel is a good help with some of the service arrangements as is Andrew Watt, the church minister. So many others in my aunt’s church rally round to volunteer for things so I take up their offer of tea and light snacks afterwards in the church hall. Mr Watt promises me there will be no cost for this and I find myself tearful at his kindness. It means so much hearing how loved and highly thought of my aunt was. I don’t think I feel up to sharing anything on the day myself and Andrew understands but is keen to share a memory I might have anyway. I promise to email some when I can. With over a week still to go to my aunt’s final goodbye, and knowing I will need more time off to go to England to sort my aunt’s affairs, I call Shaun’s office to update them. Linda, his PA, is lovely and she agrees to me coming back to work next week and having my second week of bereavement leave the week of the funeral. It feels so good to think I have work next week to get a break from having to deal with the heaviness of sorting my aunt’s affairs and funeral. Thursday night Megan texts me with a thought: perhaps Mr McGintley might be able to see if there’s any financial support to help me pay for the funeral? I know I should contact him but I am so embarrassed and ashamed. I also fear that working full time now will mean I don’t qualify for anything and it’ll be a waste of his time and mine. However, Megan, the darling that she is, gets him to call me on Friday. I think my insomnia, and the shock of my aunt dying suddenly, are affecting my memory as the minute I hear his voice I realise who he is: the man who I saw at the council to get the food bank vouchers and who I was in awe of when he pissed so long the first time we met. He takes all my details and says he’ll call me back as he has a client waiting but that he’s hopeful there will be help available. I text Megan right after to tell her I have met McGintley before and explain about meeting him the day I had my panic attack. Megan seems confused at this as she confesses that it was him she was meeting too the same day. She calls me and I listen as she tells me on the phone how she ran straight from the cafe that day to meet Mr McGintley at the council headquarters and I tell her how I chased after her and sat at the fountain outside feeling sorry for myself waiting to see him myself. I swallow my pride and finally tell my girlfriend that I had to see a benefits advisor to get vouchers for the food bank. “As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough Megan I had another serious problem that day too. I was absolutely mortified meeting him for the first time because those two mugs of coffee I had in the cafe with you earlier meant I was desperate to go to the toilet. That poor man had to see me sitting in his office holding myself squirming on the seat because I couldn’t hold my bladder a moment longer. Thank God there was toilets there. I would seriously have embarrassed myself even more if he hadn’t showed me where they were. Anyway, after that I’m pretty sure he won’t forget me in a hurry!” Megan is so sweet about me having had to use the food bank and very understanding and sympathetic about why I am still so embarrassed to contact Mr McGintley. She tells me about her own appointment too that day and shares openly how she she had been on unemployment benefits for over 2 years since her last job made her redundant. What really affects me though is how she goes on to say that she too had sat in the same small room with Mr McGintley right before me also bursting for the toilet but how she was far too shy to ask him and how she had to buzz the dentists on the way home to use their toilet because she couldn’t wait any longer. I can picture in my mind her sitting in a room squirming and trying to hide her growing urgent need to pee and as expected I feel my penis responding predictably. I haven’t ejaculated for several days with so much on my mind but suddenly I find myself so hard and needy as I whisper to my girlfriend how turned on she’s making me. She only adds to my horniness as she whispers back casually down the phone, “You’re not the only one baby. I’m sitting in my room waiting for Iain to get out the bath and the whole time I’ve been on the phone to you I’ve been dancing about squirming because I so need a wee. You’re so lucky having your own bathroom you know!” “Oh sweetheart…I hope you don’t need to wait too much longer. You must be so bursting! I bet you haven’t been since this morning too? Don’t you need to be leaving for Chelsea soon too? I hope he’s not much longer. That would be a very long drive there and back if you were bursting.” “Oh God Liam. There’s no way I could hold that long. I really need to go…” I don’t want to get off the phone as I unzip my jeans and release my hard dick as I stroke it gently listening to Megan on the phone as she moans into my mobile telling me how bursting, how desperate, how urgently she wants to urinate as I feel myself getting closer and closer to sexual climax. I have the fucking best girlfriend in the whole world. Funeral arrangements will need to wait right now as my body needs something that absolutely can’t wait a minute more.
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  4. =IF(VLOOKUP(BladderTable[Bladder Level],[Capacity],FALSE)>1000, GO,WIGGLE)
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  5. Not going to personally post it because I don't know the forums stance on "Leaked" material(No pun intended), but there is a video out of Selena Gomez desperately filling up a cup in a "road side" type situation. No actual omo so I personally think is boring, but I know some here are into that kind of thing. Also T&A leaked if she is your type.
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  6. Ok, I think it’s been long enough, it’s time to start telling our stories. I figured I’d make this topic as a place to catalog and share our fun adventures as much for myself as for everyone else’s enjoyment. I’ll add more posts as things happen, so stay tuned! As you know, you can call me Walter. Me and my wife, Mae, have been “together” for 18 years, officially 15 and married 11. We have a couple kids together and still enjoy a pretty healthy sex life. (I’ll share more or less of that if anyone is interested). We used to have a Tumblr together, but once they nixed the porn that ended that. We do have a Twitter that she sometimes visits but usually it’s just me. We’re in our early 40’s/late 30’s and pretty average in most respects. I’ve always kinda been interested in watersports and such, but hadn’t really found anyone I wanted to share that with before Mae. She’s very GGG and has come along on this journey with me very willingly, even though it was never really “her thing”. But for this post I’ll tell about the first time she ever peed in front of me and awakened something in me that “opened the floodgates” as it were. Ok… so it’s many years ago, Mae is very pregnant with our first kid. We used to make the 90 minute drive to visit my family every couple weeks back then and were on our way home. It was late, the highway was long and dark and, again, she was very pregnant. We’re not quite at the halfway point home, in the middle of nowhere, and I’m driving when she starts to fidget and shift in her seat. “You ok?” I asked. “Yeah. The baby’s on my bladder.” I look around, there’s nothing but dark highway for miles. “Can you hold it til we get to a gas station or something?” “I don’t know.” “Want me to pull over?” “No. No just keep driving. I’ll be ok” So I carry on a bit longer but I can tell she’s getting more and more uncomfortable. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pull over? It’s dark..” I glance at her and notice how tight she’s squeezing her thighs together. “Noooo… I don’t know…” I look at the center console and have an idea. “Well, there’s a Chik-fil-a cup..” I suggest half-joking. (It’s a large cup that held our lemonade from the drive up hours before) She thinks for a brief second… “yeah. Yeah ok.” And she unbuckles her seatbelt. I watch in my peripherals as she lifts her but and her big round tummy raises in the air as she undoes her jeans and slides them and her panties to her ankles. She scoots forward in her seat so her belly almost touches the glove box and takes the cup from the console. She’s hurrying now, the promise of relief almost making her let go too soon, and takes off the lid and holds the cup underneath her. “Keep you eyes on the road. I don’t want to die like this” she says and I immediately hear the hiss as her pee jets out and into the styrofoam cup. She let out a little sighing moan as it just keeps going. I can’t see anything, but I can hear the cup filling and the faint smell fills the car. The sounds and smell of her peeing along with her obvious relief and intimate release… the closeness of sharing such a thing she’d never done in front of (or rather next to) anyone before got me instantly turned on and rock hard. She finished before the cup filled all the way and put the lid back on. “Now don’t get confused and drink it” she joked as though I might (though these days who knows… I might just). And she pulled her pants back up and buckled back in. “Well, now I can’t say I’ve never peed in front of someone.” ”And I’m glad. Cuz that was hot as fuck. I hope you have to do it again sometime.” I replied. She gave me that “oh you” look and we drove the rest of the way home where we had crazy sex almost as soon as we got in the door. I could hardly contain myself thinking of what had happened. Something had awakened in me, a new thing I never really considered before and could hardly wait to explore (although it took quite a while before we would actually revisit that aspect of our sex life.) But the seed that had been planted by porn and fantasy had gotten watered and was starting to grow…
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  7. It wasn’t even close. “Come on.. ohhhh come on hurry up, I need to pee so fucking bad!! Oh god.. oh fuck fuck fuck hold it in hold it in don’t pee don’t pee hold it hold it…. I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it!” Sounds of gushing water surrounded her and sent her bladder into spasms. Pee spurted out between her fingers as she squeezed her thighs together, desperately fighting back the flood. Looking around wildly, she spotted a garbage can by the sinks. “Ohhhhhhhhh it’s coming out, I’m not gonna make it!” Shaking, she hobbled her way over to the garbage can, knees locked together, a trail of droplets behind her. “Mmmf… Just a couple more seconds, just hold it for a couple… more.. “ She whipped her yoga pants and underwear down and launched herself onto the rim of the bin as the dam broke and an incredible torrent of pee burst forth from her bladder. ‘’ UUUNNNNHHHHHH! Oh god… oh god… ahh… haaaaaahhhh” After about a minute she realized she was moaning loudly for everyone to hear, but she didn’t care. The relief was too great. Her eyes rolled back. Pleasure rippled through her as liquid sprayed out of her like a backed up firehose. About four women had come and gone and finished their business before she realized her bladder was still gushing a flood of piss. She could hear her stream hitting the surface of the puddle inside the bin, which was about a quarter-full already. How was it possible for her to have been holding this much? IMG_0590.MOV
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  9. Hi all ! I really love to peeing into jeans in my bed.Luxury warm feelings. 😛
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  11. My usual errand running. Alone, just me, my coffee, my water and podcasts. God, I love a podcast 😍. I am in the process of starting my own. A crisp sunny afternoon. Had to drop some packages off at the USPS. Needed to use the bathroom. Woman scoffed at me and told me there was a Quick Chek next door. No shit, lady. So, off we go. Sorry about the dinging, I was in such a rush I thought my seat belt would slow me down. PSA** WEAR Your SEATBELT PEOPLE!!** You can hear my cursing and whimpering. The mouth on me! 🤗 I stalled out while parking bc I was frantic. God bless a manual trans lol. I make a run for it with the piss already flooding the crotch of my jeans. I hate panties with pants so this was QUITE the sensation. A car goes by so I freeze and try to look totally normal, just a woman standing in a parking space. No visible wet spots...yet. Nothing to see here folks. Move along. Oh look, a bird! Ha! They pass and the flood gates OPEN. This was QUITE the hot piss. Towards the end a rich guy pulled in at the far corner of the lot but the empty cars between us shielded us both. It's important to not make unknowing bystanders unwitting participants. I'm 5'9 on a short day so all my jeans are too short. But that's a win for you guys. I love watching the river run down onto my bare skin, over my feet, into my arches and shoes. I am wearing a hunter green top identical to the white wrap one I wore in my previous videos. No panties so that gush just FALLS out of me. Blonde ponytail, no makeup, fresh and bouncy. Happy Sunday Funday, Theydies.😘 InShot_20211017_115929756.mp4
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  12. No special story behind this wetting but i love the jeans. 20211020_144619.mp4
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  13. Erica reported to the head custodian at 10am for her Community Service. She was given her cleaning cart and a list of all the restrooms in the school. Since Erica still had diaper changing duty, as well as toilet scrubbing duty, she was instructed to clean the two toilet cubicles in the nurse's office from 10am to 11am, change diapers from 11am to noon, then return to normal toilet cleaning duty in the remainder of the school from noon until 7pm. Erica stopped short as she stepped into the first dirty stall, it was a disaster! The nurse walked up behind Erica and said "One of the juniors had a bad upset stomach this morning. She barely got her pants pulled down in time, another 20 seconds and she would have made a nasty stain in her underwear." "I'm really glad she made it, I hate having to write up students for having accidents." The nurse continued, "The Maternal Responsibility Act has sure made accidents more humiliating. I used to take some comfort in knowing the student would be punished privately; now that the offense is part of the public record at her mom's hearing, the school has no obligation to keep the student's punishment private." Erica nodded her head in agreement as she picked up the cleaning brush from her cart. It took a while for Erica to get the toilet presentable again. The second stall was nearly in the same state as the first, but she said nothing; she would much rather clean the messy toilet than see a student and their mom get punished! At 11am Erica pushed her cleaning cart out of the way and set to the task of changing diapers. The line of students waiting to be changed seemed quieter than they had the week before. A sophmore named Kara finally revealed the added tension. As Erica unbuttoned Kara's jeans the girl said "It won't be a secret anymore. Everyone will know why we have to come to the nurse everyday. Right now they think we need to take medications at lunch time, when your daughter wets her pants again everyone will finally know. I hate the Maternal Responsibility Act! When it happened to us the punishment was private; with Grace, everyone knows. It'll only take a few days of Grace sitting with us before everyone suspects why we are here too." Erica felt a pang of guilt as she looked at Kara's glum face. When Erica had voted in favor of the Act she hadn't considered a situation like this. "I'm sorry" said Erica as Kara climbed down from the table and left. After diaper changes, Erica went back to toilet scrubbing duty. The restooms near the cafeteria had plenty of use and needed a lot of her time. She was only half done with the girls room when the bell rang for the end of fifth period and girls started to fill the room. Erica stood in the corner next to her cleaning cart for the next five minutes as girls came and left. Erica heard snippets as the girls whispered: "punishment"...."Grace's mom"...."wet her pants, too"... Erica knew why Kara was so concerned about her classmates finding out her secret. The gossip in school was relentless; even as a mom, Erica was subject to snide remarks. The restroom emptied as sixth period began, as the last girl walked out Erica began to feel a fullness in her bladder. It wasn't anything urgent yet, just enough for Erica to know she would be uncomfortable long before her day was over. Erica finished cleaning the girls room and moved her cleaning cart to the boys room. The boys room was far dirtier than the girls room. The area around the urinals was absolutely disgusting. She got to work with a scrub brush, as she scrubbed Erica felt the sloshing of her bladder. She unconsciously bounced a little from leg to leg trying to find a position that eased the pressure on her bladder Erica managed to clean away the first layer of grime before the bell rang and boys flooded into the restroom. Erica wanted to leave as the boys came in, instead she grabbed her cleaning cart and moved to the corner. The instructions had been very clear, she was not allowed to leave a restroom until she had finished cleaning it. Erica's cheeks flushed as she listened to the boys talk about her. The boys obviously knew just as much as the girls about why Erica was standing in their bathroom. "Pissed her pants"....."spanked at the BBQ"...."MILF"...."just Google: hot mom pees during pubishment"...."Looks like she's doing the potty dance now". The comment Erica heard as the last two boys were leaving put her into a bit of a panic. Listening to the sounds of all those boys relieving themselves, followed by the sound of rushing water with each flush, had certainly made Erica more aware of her rapidly filling bladder. She had known she was squeezing her thighs together, she thought she had been discreet, obviously her squirms had been quite pronounced. Erica continued cleaning when the boys were all back in class. As she cleaned, the pressure in her bladder continued to build. She remembered what she'd heard the kids whispering and felt quite embarassed. Embarassment soon became concern for Grace. Erica knew her daughter must hear very similar things all day. A wave of pain washed over Erica's bladder, she dropped her scrub brush and shoved her hands between her legs. Her left leg trembled as Erica willed herself to regain her composure. Eventually Erica's urge subsided and she went back to work. Erica finally finished the boys room and pushed her cart to the elevator to head up to the restrooms by the second floor library. As Erica got off the elevator the bell rang to dismiss the students for the end of the day. Erica pushed her cart toward the restroom as the students filled the hall. Once again Erica listened to the mocking chatter around her. "She won't stop squirming"...."I bet her underwear has a wet spot"...."I love watching her ass wiggle"...."Did you hear her mom is here too?, I heard they are both about to pee their pants".... Erica realized this round of talk was about Grace. She felt bad that kids were talking about her daughter but, she was happy to hear that Grace had made it through the day without wetting her pants. Erica bit her lip and bounced as she scrubbed the second floor girls room. She clenched between her legs as a girl hurried in. Erica squirmed as she listened as the girl moaned in relief as she loudly peed in the toilet. It was agonizing to listen to someone else getting the relief Erica so desperately needed. Erica toiled away for two more hours, her productivity dropped off dramatically as she spent more time with her hand pressed in her crotch. As Erica struggled to maintain control she kept thinking how humiliating it must be for Grace to have endured this kind of pressure in class every day. As Erica bent over to scrub a toilet she felt a hot spurt rush into her panties. She squeeled as she pinched off the flow. Erica stood upright then shuffled out of the toilet stall. Erica waddled to the mirror near the sinks, as she expected there was a wet spot on her jeans. The spot wasn't large but, there was no mistaking what had caused it. The leak had given Erica slight relief. She finished her duties on the second floor and pushed her cart back to the elevator. She still had to clean the restrooms near the auditorium before people arrived for the Maternal Responsibility Act hearings at 7pm. Erica struggled as she scrubbed the men's room. She felt another spurt leak out as she cleaned a urinal, this leak left her with a wet patch that ran about four inches down the inside of each thigh. Erica wanted to flush herself down the drain whe she heard the door open. There was no hiding her accident from the man who walked in. Erica slowly walked to her cleaning cart in the corner and waited there. The sound of the man peeing was agonizing for Erica. After he finished the man zipped up then turn to Erica. "My wife and I were at the PTA BBQ, you sure put on a good show. So good that we came to your paddling last week, too. I gotta say, 50 swats must've been a killer." The man took a long look at the stain in Erica's crotch, "Looks like you are taking after your daughter today!" Erica finished cleaning the men's room, then she hobbled to the woman's room. The stain on her thighs grew by two more inches as she dribbled with each step. She stepped into the woman's room to find it full, to her horror the Chair of the PTA Conduct Committee was stepping out of the first stall. The Chair looked at Erica's pants and smirked. The smirk quickly became a full smile as Erica lost all control. The warmth enveloped Erica's crotch, ran down each leg, and flowed around the curve of her butt. Slowly urine trickled from the hem of her pants and onto the floor. Though she had peed her pants in front of hundreds of people on two prior occasions, this accident was far more humiliating. The last two times her butt was in such pain that Erica had no idea she had wet herself until after it was over. Feeling it slowly happen was far more emotional! The PTA Chair chuckled as tears dripped from Erica's eyes. "You didn't make it the the docket today, that means Grace didn't wet her pants at school. Too bad we can't say the same for you!" Erica took the mop from the cart and began to mop up her mess. When she finished mopping she found her phone and checked the time. 6:45pm, only fifteen minutes until she was done for the day. Erica sent a quick text to Julie before getting back to her cleaning. Hey sis, it happened. I'll be home in about a half hour. Can you meet me there? I need you to punish me for having an accident.
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  14. I'm going to add to this from my earlier math response (that something like 20-30% of people have experienced an incident of incontinence as an adult). As well, I'm including my own experience in here as someone that has OAB and...is not undefeated in his lifetime of battling it. I'd guess that 90% (or more) of accidents are never seen. Unless the person fully admits it to someone they will literally go to their grave with the knowledge they peed themselves. Sometimes that's because they were alone and no one saw, but it's also because it's not always obvious even if you're in public or with others. In my own experience, of the three legit accidents I've had when I was 18+, only one was witnessed by someone else. I was in a car so it was not something I could easily hide. Even so, I could have denied it to one of the two people that know and probably mostly got away with it. I'm serious. it's not the default assumption, even when you are clearly soaked. In the situation I'm referring to the only reason I told the second person was because I had been sitting beside another person that 100% knew and I felt it was better to own up than have it come out later. I have a higher threshold of what constitutes an accident than most people, I suspect. Losing control for a second and having a small wet spot on my pants because of a sudden, desperate need to go is not uncommon. It happens maybe 1-2 times a year. It's happened with people around me several times. I can't tell you with 100% certainty that they didn't notice, but I can tell you that no one has ever said anything about it. Either they don't want to point it out because they have experienced the same thing, or they simply can't comprehend it, I don't know. However, it's not been acknowledged. I can also tell you that I, as someone that is very aware of desperation (no shit, right?), have been with people that have had accidents that no one, including me, noticed. It wasn't until after that I was fortunate enough to hear them admit to it (I'm pretty good at directing conversation to the topic, when appropriate...). So, basically, what I'm saying, is that it happens more than most people realize, but it's also easier to hide than most people think.
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  15. I once sat on a bar stool in a black wrap dress and black pantyhose while a handsome young man did this to me at a bar. It was THE most exquisite pain and pleasure. You're a lucky man, sir It was a good night 😈
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  17. She cannot hold it at all, it's game over no matter what she is doing to try to hold it. If standing up and she needs to pee, even a slight press on her bladder will cause her to cross her legs instantly, to which she is able to hold it for only a few seconds before it starts trickling out, where she can't stop it. If laying down it comes out almost instantly, starting with a little trickle flowing up and out of her pussy as she tries to hold it, but it soon gives way into spraying out until fully empty.
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  18. Gamer moment

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    While getting naked by trying on outfits, playing a game of Rock,Paper,Scissors or just getting naked for the fun of it collage girls feel a sudden urgent need to pee. They need to pee so bad that they don't bother getting dressed before running through the dorm on there way to the bathroom. There is a scat warning on file SL-479-04 at 9:57-13:56 Enjoy
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  20. Chapter 135 Megan At dinner on Wednesday, exactly a week after mam was rushed to hospital by ambulance, Theresa tells everyone about her job offer in Belfast and that she’s applied for some places to rent. Anthony seems excited for her asking if he’ll be allowed to visit if she moves out. Rory looks a little down but later as I bath and wash his hair he opens up about his worries. “Will that mean Theresa wont be here for my birthday either? What if no-one’s here Megan? I suppose I won’t get a party now will I?” It’s hard to reassure him and I can’t promise him anything either. All I can offer is my best idea, which thankfully cheers him up a lot. “Rory, have you heard of a wish list? Do you know what they are?” “Like a list of things you wish for?” “Sort of. You can do them for all sorts of places like toy shops, book shops, even Amazon. How about before you go to bed tonight you help me make a Rory birthday wish list on my phone and I can email it to Shaun and Lilly, Aisling and Harrison, Iain and Niamh, you can show it to Theresa, dad and Ant and I’ll keep it on my phone to see too. That way you won’t get loads of jigsaw puzzles or things you don’t want now you’re going to be a big 10 and everyone knows what you really want to make your big day special. You could have some friends from school round too and I’ll make a cake and some tea for everyone. How does that sound?” “You won’t make us play baby things like pass the parcel will you?” “What? You’re surely not too old for that? Musical bumps then?” “Meg!!” “Ok. You get yourself dried and dressed while I rescue Yasmin from Iain. I think he’s had quite enough of ‘That’s not my princess’” for one night eh! I’ll see you downstairs. Fancy a hot chocolate? We’ve not done that in ages!” Thursday and Friday are hectic juggling the house, my siblings, who’s visiting mam and when and the school runs for Chelsea. The van comes in really handy saving me having to get a taxi back from Tesco with yet more food which Iain pays for this time. It’s so good to have him home and on Thursday evening as I am washing the dinner dishes, with Yasmin in the living room with her brothers showing off her new skill of pulling herself up, Iain stands at the back door having a smoke and we have a lovely chat. He’s the first one I dare to tell about Liam and I only do so as he asks if I have anyone to talk to about stuff. He’s genuinely delighted for me, though I make him promise not to tell anyone else until I am ready. He promises and goes on to say that he has a girlfriend back at university but he’s not sure yet if he’s quite ready to settle down. He wants to finish his PHD in psychology first. I nod as I wash the pots up as he goes on to say he needs to head back to Belfast at the weekend as he has lectures he needs to be at next week. “Just one more week though then I get a break for Easter, though I have so much to do for my research. It’ll be weird finishing university after all these years. I’ve applied for a few things Meg but we’ll see what happens eh. Life can change so quickly can’t it? You do such a great job here by the way. Don’t ever underestimate your worth eh sis.” He finishes his cigarette and closes the back door as I dry my hands and lift Yasmin out her chair. “What do you reckon to our Theresa possibly leaving too then? I never thought she’d leave mam you know. She’s the closest of us all to her too. Rather ironic that I’m the only older one left at home when mam can’t stand me.” “You know deep down I think mam adores you Meg. She just struggles to show it with her being so ill.” “Mmm. I’m not so sure. You heading up to see her tomorrow again?” “Yip. Oh and Rory told me he’s done a wish list for his birthday. Shame those weren’t around when we were 10! Might have spared me gran’s hand knitted mittens and winter hats. Oh God the memories!” “Definitely!”
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  21. Ok, jumping waaaay ahead, a month or so ago we found ourselves with a childless afternoon so we took a drive to the woods for a nice stroll. Pretty much as soon as we got there Mae realized she had to pee, and since such an occurrence is pretty common anymore she just pulled off the side of the trail to let go. Unfortunately the trail was busy enough I had to stand lookout and couldn’t watch, but fortunately (for me anyway) she got her panties wet and, since she hates cold wet chafing clothes, she took them off and spent the rest of the afternoon without them. She was even nice enough to let me get some pics.
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  22. Awesome find, I managed to rip it. So hot. I was also trying to find the Dead Men Can't Dance scene last week but I couldn't for the life of me remember the title or any of the actors, amazing. Can't seem to find any uploads right now though 1024x576_MP4_1956117548461606981.mp4
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  23. Scarlett's Big Puddle

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    Scarlett's getting really good at holding it in. But everyone has a limit.
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  24. Joining in! Dont mind the background, it’s the washroom at work 😁
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  25. New chapters out bois ! Chapter 10! http://goraku.nihonbungeisha.co.jp/ebook/ureshon_egg/#target/page_no=1
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  26. She woke up late for class and had to skip her morning pee. By noon she was bursting, but all her classes went long and she was forced to hold it for hours of desperate agony. Now at 4:30 pm with 2L of water, 3 coffees, a Diet Coke, a green tea, 18 hours since the last time her bladder was empty, and lots of crossing her legs, bouncing in her seat, and tapping her toes later she has finally managed to get to the bathroom, the relief she’s been dying for just inches away. Unfortunately all the stalls are occupied and her bladder is going to burst any second; her legs are crossed tightly and her hands are jammed into her crotch as hard as she can hold them but it’s not enough to stop the spurts escaping between her fingers. She didn’t know it was physically possible to need to pee so badly. No time to find another bathroom, she’ll just have to wait for one to open up while listening to the streams of 6 other women splashing into the toilet and two more washing their hands, and pray that she can hold it, struggling to hold back what feels like an ocean of liquid sloshing around inside her for just a few more minutes. IMG_0586.MOV
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  27. A/N: In the final interlude before the next chapter, we get introduced to a group of important characters going forward, as well as my personal favorite scene. Consealed desperation, obvious desperation, light wetting, its all in these 2K words. Next update will be posted on 10/21/2021 Interlude 1.3 “Hey Girl!” Karenna excitedly got up front her seat and gave her old friend a platonic hug. She hadn’t seen Nia in nearly five years. Standing at an impressive 6 feet tall, Karenna’s head hardly reached Nia’s mid-section. Nia received the embrace warmly, and Karenna walked her over to their table. Normally, Caffè di Terra Bagnata would have been packed for a Sunday brunch, but the current renovations had taken nearly three quarters of the floor space up. “Sarah, Cassie.” Karena made a hand gesture, as if presenting Nia “My best friend and superstar Nia Armstrong” Sarah smiled welcomingly “Superstar? In what field?” “I pla-“ Karenna cut her off out of excitement “She’s only the forward for the Springfield Bombshells! She was like, the best player on our high school basketball team. Nia would get 20 points a game easy, and all these rebounds too!” Karenna excitedly gave anecdotes about Nia’s high school achievements, which gave Nia a chance to study the table. She feared her white blouse and black jeans were too casual. Karenna’s red dress and Sarah’s button down blouse and business slacks gave a much more professional look to both ladies. “…like that time when you outscored the entire other team by yourself.” Karenna was still rambling “Oh, it was so long ago, it’s not like I’m Supergirl. Besides, that was high school- everyone does well in sports at that point.” This elicited a laugh from Sarah and Karenna. Karenna immediately retorted “Well if they’re you, of course, remember when I tried out freshman year?” Nia laughed, remembering the spectacle that Karenna had embarrassingly put on. She told the group the whole story, the missed shots, the wild passes, everything. The waitress broke the conversation to take orders. Karenna had already finished her first glass and ordered a second along with some wine, and on her recommendation, Nia did the same. When everyone had ordered, she took the opportunity to change the subject. “I’ve got to say, I’m a little worried that I’m under dressed here, you all look so fantastic” “No, you’re fine, brunch is meant to be a little casual, we’re just here to make friends.” Sarah was the first to speak this time. “And I’m sure they don’t have the nerve to say anything anyway. Not with all of this up” Sarah motioned to the large construction sheets and supplies taking up much of the back half of the restaurant. The unkempt nature of a construction site contrasting with the wonderful view of the bay. The waitress came back with a bottle of wine for the table. Each of the ladies except Cassie filled their glasses. “So do you all work together, or how did you meet?” Nia was genuinely curious Karenna was the first to respond “When you told me you were thinking about buying some real estate around here, I thought it would be a nice way to introduce you to the best title attorney in the state and catch up. Sarah has a ton of experience and Cassie I believe is shadowing her today. Is that right?” For the first time, Cassie spoke up. “In a way, I’m looking to get into the real estate field in some way, and Sarah invited me here.” Nia nodded in affirmation and sipped her wine. The group of ladies moved their conversation towards business, discussing what areas were currently booming, and asking both general and specific questions. Despite the fact the Karenna had not quite finished a year in business, she felt confident enough to keep pace and even answer some questions herself. Working her mind and her new skills in real estate helped keep her mind off of her filling bladder. Though Karenna wasn’t doing much to help her coming problem; her indulgence on her glass of wine had taken half of a glass, and as the waitress brought her meal to the table, she had a third refill of her water. Nia wasn’t far behind her, having finished her first water and was enjoying her wine. She steered the conversation back towards real estate. “So, I was listening to the Steven Warner podcast on the way over here, he was kind of downplaying a lot of the development around here. Should I be looking more towards the suburbs or rural areas?” “I like Warner, I’m even going to his event next month, but he’s completely wrong. I mean, look around. This was a rundown waterfront. That- that was a burnt-out factory just a decade ago” Sarah pointed to the construction site out the side windows of the restaurant. “Oh, I was interested in going to that event,” Karenna was starting to squirm in her seat. “Who’s speaking there this year?” “The list is sort of up in the air, one of the speakers had to drop out for COIVD reasons. I hope they pick a good replacement.” There was another lull in the conversation as the group started to eat, the sounds of conversation had been replaced with the clinking of silverware. Both Nia and Karenna finished their wine, Karenna slowing down her water intake as she crossed her legs under the table. The ache of her bladder becoming more acute. Between bites, she reminisced with Nia and told stories to the group to keep her mind off of her need. The food was excellent, but the chance to catch up with an old friend was even better. As Karenna was waiting for the others to finish, she started bouncing her legs, fidgeting in an attempt to relive some of the pressure in her abdomen. She thought to herself that it would be rude to get up and go; to interrupt their conversation just for her need. She would wit until another one of them went. At least one of them has to go too right? Another few minutes past and except for few slices of toast that Sarah refused to eat, very little was left. The girls were quiet for a moment, satisfied. Nia stood up “This was fun, but I gotta pee” Karenna jumped at her opportunity. It was easier to make her need known with someone else prompting her. She stood up, as rush of pain flew into her bladder, she briefly bent forward in a flash. She could feel it in her back. “I have to go too, no idea where the bathrooms are in this place though” “They’re right around the corner here” Sarah pointed around the construction. Karenna smiled her gratitude and the two friends ventured off to find the restroom. Nearly immediately they found a bar, with warning signs labeled wet paint all over the place. The smell of fresh paint was nearly enough to make Karenna gag. Their waitress was standing by the bar, chatting with another employee. Nia walked up to her, and the other employee excused himself from the conversation. “Sorry to bother you, but where are the bathrooms?” Nia asked Their waitress looked disappointed “They’re being renovated right now, I’d let you in if I could but the water’s off in there.” “Oh. Where do you go then, could we use it real fast?” Karenna saw Nia’s desperation for the first time, as the tall women bounced her knees briefly. The waitress still sounded dejected “I wish I knew where we could go, trust me. I’ve been looking for an answer all morning.” As if encouraged by Nia’s action, Karenna noticed the stocking-clad leg of their waitress shaking ever so slightly. The poor woman must have been trying to stay composed. “Can we get the check then, like super quick?” Nia smiled out of a little embarrassment, knowing she was admitting how urgent her need was. “Sure thing, one check or separate?” “One” Nia turned to a surprised Karenna “I’ll get it, don’t worry” Their waitress started to walk over to a computer behind the bar. Karenna and Nia headed back to the table. “You picked up the whole thing? I’m sure we could have split that” “To be honest Kar, if I have to wait for a split check and everyone to take time paying, I might not make it.” Nia giggled nervously “This is worse than that time after the basketball game” The two laughed, recalling one of the pivotal moments of their friendship. They returned to the table, giggling like schoolgirls. Cassie asked sarcastically “Did you two get lost? We were worried you were going to stiff us” “No I’m actually picking this all up.” Nia said, offended by Cassie’s comment. “Bathrooms are down for renovation.” Sarah shot Cassie a glance, obviously unhappy with her comment, but said nothing. Nia broke the silence again as she and Karenna sat down “One thing I don’t like about all of this real estate is the construction.” She pointed out the window “You know I had to park up that hill.” Sarah took the conversation into a wider one about the benefits of construction and the economy. Karenna knew why Nia had really brought it up, and at this point, she wasn’t she if she would make it either. Their waitress came by with the check, and as the other women continued to chit-chat Karenna was silent. She was just focusing on holding her very full bladder. Under the table cloth, her hand was jammed into the crotch of her short dress, her fingers wedged right up against her womanhood. She had scooted off the chair just a little bit, pressing the edge of her chair against her privates to assist as well. Desperately, she looked at Nia, as if she could somehow help her. All the other girl was doing was preening her hair. A pretty hairstyle, a combination of braids and dreadlocks, Karenna was jealous that her friend had something to distract herself with. The check finally came back, and as Nia was signing off on the receipt, Karenna was tense, every muscle on edge hoping to find respite somewhere. The other 3 stood and gave awkward handshakes and Nia even gave Sarah a light hug. Karenna pretended to look for something in her small purse; she was trying to figure out how to stand without losing control all over the floor. As Sarah and Cassie exited, Nia stayed, waiting for her friend. “Can you like hurry up a little?” Nia asked desperately. She still showed few visible signs of desperation. “Mmph…sorry.” Karenna started to rise “Just in the same boat as you” “I could tell. You were kicking me under the table.” The two started to walk out the door. “You don’t think they noticed, did you?” Karenna asked while slightly hunched over. Nia held the door open for her. Karenna felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. Nia asked her where she parked, She pointed up the hill. The restaurant had been built on an old pier, and the main road was up a paved incline. The pier had a number of buildings that were just starting to be remodeled or built. The pair walked slowly, Karenna wasn’t sure if Nia was just being supportive, or just as desperate as she was. The incline stood before Karenna, a daunting obstacle in her state. Her mind flashed back to her experience with Mary-Ann. Was this her time now? The fear of losing it in front of her old friend was the only thing keeping her water and wine in her bladder. Feeling slightly better, willing to defy her own body, Karenna took a step towards the slope. Suddenly, Nia stopped in her tracks. She collapsed her knees together and shot her hand into her crotch. She took short deep breaths. Nia held this position for a few seconds, then grabbed Karenna’s wrist with her free hand. “I have to find a place to piss. Right now.” “The restrooms are closed, I don-“ “That building.” Nia interrupted her and pointed to the frame of a building, just behind the restaurant. Her hands clenching into fists, Nia let go of Karenna and started to walk at a brisk pace towards the wooden frames, and Karenna walked as fast as she could behind her. “What if someone sees us?” “Don’t care about that right now.” Karenna reached the dumpster just after Nia, who had just gotten her belt undone. The tall black women had just gotten her jeans past her thighs, and to Karenna, it looked like she had already started going when a hard stream of clear piss shot out of her. Nia had obviously gone commando, and despite her unkempt bush hiding her snatch, the fast and hard pee stream was obvious. Nia reached up and grabbed the top of the dumpster to keep from falling over a she fell into a squat. Her urine smacked the pavement with a force so great, the sound must have been heard around the entire complex. Karenna knew what her bladder was going to do. Her need always increased tenfold when she could hear another woman easing herself. Thinking quickly, she dropped her purse and reached under her dress. She pulled her red panties to the side. She listened to Nia’s strong stream. Standing right where she was, she felt her own need press against her gentles. Rather than fight it as she had been, she relaxed into it. First, just a brief spray fell out of her. Then a weak stream started down her leg before quickly turning into a spray that matched Nia’s. Hearing the new sound Nia looked up from her own rapidly growing puddle to see Karenna standing with her legs slightly apart, her own pee splashing on her thighs. “What happened to the shy Karenna that I used to know?” “Hey, I didn’t really have a choice here!” The two girls looked at each other and both sighed before breaking into a nervous laugh, both exposed in broad daylight, piss streaming out of them. Their puddles, though starting from very different spots, still created trickles that met near the shell of a building. They formed their own third puddle as more liquid traveled towards the meeting spot. While Nia’s stream was starting to weaken, Karenna was still standing, watching her stream splash into her huge puddle. Three glasses of water and another glass of wine had filled her faster than anything she could remember. Nia had finished peeing, and grabbed a package of disposable tissues from her purse. She dried her soaked pubic hair and Karenna saw her trying to dry the inside of her jeans. “It’s a good thing those are black” She teased Nia “I told you I had to find a place to pee.” Nia dropped her used tissue into her puddle. She slid her jeans back over her round, incredibly fit ass. Grimacing at the cool wetness around her crotch “I had like 30 seconds. Better than the alternative” She walked over to Karenna, who was still dripping. “At least you did better than my boss.” Nia was about to press the issue when Karenna’s phone rang. “Speaking of which” Karenna picked up the phone. She spoke to Mary-Ann. Nia could only listen bits and pieces of their conversation, but Karenna sounded excited. She agreed to something, the whole time keeping her panties pulled aside though she had long since finished peeing. Or so Nia thought. While still speaking with Mary-Ann, Karenna released another few seconds of pee into her puddle. The new stream caused more to splatter on Karenna’s ankles. Finishing, she turned back to Nia and mimed asking for a tissue to wipe with as well. Nia gave her one; Karenna cleaned and slid her panties back over herself. The two of them started to make their way back towards the parking lot on top of the hill. Eventually, Karenna’s conversation ended. She excitedly spoke to Nia. “You’re not going to believe this!” “She didn’t fire you, did she?” “No! She just got invited to Steven Warner’s event, they want to have her as the replacement speaker! They’re flying her out in two weeks. And she asked me to go with her!” Nia gave Karenna a hug. “This is so awesome! I’m so happy for you!” The two had reached their cars, carrying on a conversation about Karenna’s experience working for Mary-Ann. As they were about to leave, Nia remembered another question. “You said I did better than your boss. What did you mean by that?” Karenna looked a little embarrassed. “Well, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but a few months ago…”
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  28. I always pee in the shower and the bath. It is fun to watch the yellow cloud in the bath water. The water always makes me need to pee even if I really don't have to. The same happens when I'm swimming too. I've always peed in the pool or the ocean too. I've even jumped into the shower and peed in my pants a few times because I couldn't hold it and my wife was on the toilet.
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  29. Now, 20 years later, we've progressed to shaky, blurry, 16 second videos that you can't watch anyway because the person who posted it wants you to be their friend first.
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  30. If I had to say how our community managed to stay successful all these years, I would say it's a combination of the hard work of our staffing team keeping this place friendly and devoid of creeps, and all the wonderful content our active memberbase here shares weeky. We could not survive without the support from both of these amazing people. We started out small and mostly grew canonically via word of mouth combined with the effort I put into advertising the community on various media outlets at the time. Financially speaking, OmoOrg ran at a loss of thousands of dollars a year for its first several years in operation. This is an expensive and complex site to run, managing a community that requires an excess of 100TB of bandwidth per month is not an easy task, but it's something I've learned to do on my own,
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  31. So here goes that second part that was promised. As I said before, this is the messing part. If you aren't into that, you know what to do. Since an exposed mess isn't allowed here, I'm going to put the gif on twitter and then I'll link to that so people can find it if they want to. May Holdall is Trapped on the Job Part 2: Dropped Grounds Desperation, Messing She was fine. Despite wetting herself like a child, she was confident that she could hold in everything else. Her day could only get so mortifying, she hadn’t done anything to deserve this day getting any worse. May’s stomach gurgled, and she worried that it was loud enough that Tony would be able to hear it. But nothing seemed to stop his story. He had his phone out now, and was going through pictures. They were all at terrible angles and showed the deck of a boat or a cloud-filled sky. It had little to do with what he was currently explaining, which was something about cargo loads and balancing a ship. It was well past time for her to go, and she questioned if this job was worth trying to hold out for this older creep’s conversation. It was an easy job to do, most of the time, and she got paid better than most barista. She didn’t like dealing with creeps every day, but she didn’t hate the occasional compliment. Some people were better at it than others, and having someone tell her she had a nice smile or voice always gave her a genuine pick up. Plus the job market was hard, and she didn’t have a ton of other skills. She got good hours, she had friends here, her best friends. For now, she would just smile and nod. She could feel the pressure building in her bowels as they shouted their urge to move. Then the first big cramp went through her lower stomach. She had to fight off wincing out loud, but the pain made her clench even harder. Time was getting short, she had an escapee at the gate and the bars were rattled as it begged for release. May could feel the pressure at her forbidden hole, but she took in a slow breath and held on tight. It wasn’t going anywhere just yet! “…It is all about keeping it tied off tight, so nothing comes falling out. It ain’t easy, but once you’ve been on the water as long as me you get a knack for it…” May gave Tony a little giggle to make him feel better, and he stopped long enough to chuckle in response. But then he went right back into it. Why didn’t he realize that no one wanted to listen to him talk for this long? She was in the middle of a potty emergency, no a full blown disaster, and he was deep into the specifics of his nautical career. She didn’t understand any of it, and she didn’t want to participate in the conversation even if she did. She wanted to get him his coffee, rush to the bathroom, and drop a giant load of her own. Instead she had to stand there and seem undisturbed while a brown bombshell was fighting to get free. Her lower stomach felt hot, and her muscles were tight to the point of hurting. She didn’t dare let relax though, not anymore. She could feel that at this point her body was ready to release at a moment’s notice. She needed to center herself, find her inner strength, and ride out the wave. Tony’s voice seemed distant again, like he was talking through a megaphone but was a thousand yards away. He was audible, but everything he had to say was merged into a heavy murmuring that was easy to ignore. May’s muscles were clenched up tight, and she tried to stare through Tony instead of really perceiving him. At some point May read that the body works on a sort of clock or rhythm. Maybe it was during health class, one of only a couple times she was really paying attention. Your biorhythm would pick up or go down, and because of that there were times where you would really feel the urge to go in the same way that you sometimes just feel tired. If she could ride this peak, her urge would go down and she would be safe until the rhythm came back around again. Another cramp went through her stomach, and May fought it off. Her little hole felt like it was poking against the material of her bikini, and she bet that anyone looking from behind would be able to make out the slightly darkened skin of that constricted ring. But she held on tight without so much as a visible grimace. The cramp subsided and May felt a wave of relief. She could hold on, she was going to make it just fine. She could feel the growing heat, the growing pressure, but it wasn’t the worst pain she ever felt. She held on, resisted one cramp, and then another. The whole while Tony kept up his story. May continued her valiant fight, but reached a point that she was dreading. Her stomach was roiling. It was no longer just a heat, but a heavy weight that was making it hard to concentrate. She didn’t have to try to ignore Tony anymore, it was becoming hard to understand what he was talking about regardless. Her scalp felt sweaty, and her arms were tired from her pressing down onto the counter to give her some place to focus. But then the moment came, it felt like her stomach relaxed. The heat became a simmer, and the mess waiting to escape seemed to retreat. It was a moment of victory. She was even able to relax her buttocks for a moment. It seemed like madness, but she actually made it to the other side. It wasn’t perfect, she still had a mighty need to go, but she wasn’t going to explode any second. It was like that grumble from your stomach after you are awake for 10 minutes. “…The storms are unpredictable too. You think, just stay away from storm clouds, but that ain’t quite all of it. One second everything will seem safe and then BOOM!” Tony’s story was picking up, and May actually had the mental space to concentrate on it. It seemed he was in the middle of a particular story about an adventure during a storm. May nodded and hummed in recognition of what he was talking about, but she didn’t know how much of the story she missed. Then her stomach roared out of nowhere, and a jolt of pain hit her so hard that she leaned forward on the counter and had to fight to keep her head up. Her eyes went wide in alarm. Gas immediately forced itself against her hole, and even though May tried to resist it, she could feel her little hole blossoming. She let out a silent stream of gas, but it was just as quickly plugged, the turd. She squeezed down, her cheeks going back to keeping that hole closed, but she was tired, and she didn’t have the strength to push it back in. There was no reason why it would come back so soon, or with so much pain. It was like it backed off only to get a running start at another attempt to leave. She needed to shit now! Only fear for losing her job was making her maintain any composure. She wanted to slam the shutter in Tony’s face and make a run for it, but she wasn’t even sure she could make it if she ran in this state. Her butt cheeks squeezed in so tight that her muscles were fidgeting, but it was all she could do not to lose control right then and there. She felt beads of sweat form along her head and neck, and everything felt warm. She thought she was doing good, she thought she had at least another 20 minutes and that Tony would be done by then. Now she didn’t know how many seconds she had. Her stomach roiled and bubbled again, and she could feel her tired anus widen further. For all of her fighting, it didn’t seem to matter at all. No matter what she did, it kept widening further and further. She released another burst of quiet gas, but then she could feel her expulsion slowly start to make its way toward daylight. She tightened every muscle in her body, and it stalled yet again. Tony was none the wiser. He kept droning on while May began to shit herself right in front of him. She tried to pay attention, make sure he wasn’t actually finally asking for his freaking order. That moment of distraction was all her brown nugget needed. She felt a tinge of panic as her brown star made it to a width that allowed her turd to poke out. It made its slow trek outward, but then stopped when it ran into the band of her bikini bottom. Her ass cheeks were now encircling a little brown coin-sized spot behind her. The string of her bikini, a thin piece of fabric that couldn’t stop a really determined fly, was all that was between it and freedom. May took in a slow breath and focused. She couldn’t let anything go slack, she couldn’t relax at all, or she was going to have the most humiliating accident since that time she had food poisoning in grade school. She had to press it back in, she had to squeeze tight enough that it would retreat back. She knew she could do it, she had to try. So she shifted her legs just slightly, and lowered herself so she could focus her core toward the right area. Then she squeezed her ass so tight she was afraid something was going to pop. While at first there was no success, it did seem that her dark ring found a new grip on it, and the turd slowly slid back in. May took a few breaths that were probably too heavy for trying to disguise what she was doing, but at this point she had bigger problems than Tony thinking she was being a little strange. What was worse, him thinking she was sick, or him hearing her shit all over the booth? The turd went back where it belonged, and her anus slid closed, and May felt a small tinge of relief. It wasn’t like the fight was won, but this particular battle was over. Her stomach still felt like it was bubbling over, and she was packed full of gas and worse. She needed to leave 5 minutes ago, and now it was far too late. When Tony left, she was going to grab her lunch pail from below and use that as a makeshift toilet. Even that was a hopeful plan at this point. “…You’re a great listener, you know that little May?” Tony’s compliment caught her ear, and May nodded and hummed an, “uh huh.” But her body didn’t like even that small movement. A new cramp, a new urge, and this time when that missile of waste tried to launch, she was far too weak to stop it. Her hole bloomed faster than before, and while before her bikini caused some resistance, this time it began to push out against the material. She could feel the change in pressure along her hips as her string was forced out. There was a hissing sound from a release of gas as it pushed further and further. May was in full panic. She tried to squeeze down harder than ever, but nothing could stop the inexorable movement as it found release. It came out far enough that May thought she was done for, but she resisted regardless. Anyone who could see behind her would have seen the little brown nub as clear as day, protruding out like a jumbo Hershey’s kiss. She took a few breaths as the pressure alleviated, and began to focus again as she felt it try to continue. It squeezed out further, and May could hear a faint crackling noise behind her as it curled out against every wish. It she could feel its weight behind her now, a full on tail of brown. The string of her bikini snapped to the side, now hugging the girth of her unwanted production. It was out. There was no putting it back where it belonged, she was part way into the process of messing herself and was only waiting on gravity to aid her in releasing the hard waste matter. In fact, her squeezing down was just going to make it fall, and now the fact that it hadn’t released from the rest of the lengthy turd was the only thing keeping Tony from realizing that the ‘little’ woman in front of him was no better than a toddler in diapers. So she ‘relaxed’. She stop up a little straighter and let her buttocks cradle the fresh fertilizer she was threatening to drop onto the carpet floor. She had to just stand there and hope that Tony decided to leave. She didn’t even know if she could grab his drink if he asked for it. She was standing rigid, looking through him, uncomfortably aware of every rib and bump of her shit as it held her anus open. She had to fight the urge to pinch it off, she had to fight every natural urge. She also had to fight her urge to cry, as her panic turned to outright despair. There was no way this went well, she was already at the worst ending, she was just waiting for the curtain call. Then Tony’s story started to wrap up. He wasn’t finished, but she knew him enough to tell he was running out of stuff to say, and soon he would actually look at the menu again. Maybe she would make it, maybe she was going to be okay. Then a chill went up her spine. Her stomach tightened on its own, and then and there it was decided that even more of her monstrous shit wanted to see the world. Without her pushing, even more began to squeeze itself free, like a toy clay extruder pressing out a newly compacted mess. She could feel it as it made its slow progress, could feel it massage her sensitive anus ring, could feel the additional weight near her rear. It dipped low, curling further as it grew to a length where it could no longer stay cohesive. May’s arms were held tight, all of the straight in her upper back and elbows. If it could just hold there, if by some miracle it would hold, she could just forget all of this even happened. Then it snapped free and fell. Time slowed for May as she waited for it to fall the short distance. Then she heard a heavy thud on the thin carpet, and she let out a sharp sob before bursting into tears. “You okay little May?” Tony asked, “What’s wrong?” She didn’t care anymore. It was too embarrassing, too humiliating. It wasn’t just Tony who would know, but everyone, her boss, her coworkers. Her life was over. -- Tweet link here
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  32. Anyone seen this girl or know who she is and where to find more of her?? _UEZ_8hssskLcoVp.mp4
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  33. Here’s a recounting of a delicious memory of about a dozen close friends peeing together over a span of about 4 to 5 hours on a boat, a small jon boat with one level, meant for about 5 people, no bathroom. I was 16 at the time, in high school, as was my step-sister Cassie. Cassie was friend’s with a pretty, exchange student from Spain named Sandra. Sandra looked a LOT like the french model named Laura Frisson, in terms both of her thin, sexy frame as well as her pretty face, light caramel skin tone, pert behind… My buddy John and his dad liked to go fishing on a large lake about twenty minute’s drive from where we lived, and that day, my dad and I decided to join them, as we often did, for this fishing trip. The difference this time, however, was that my sister (step-sister) Cassie decided to join us this time with Sandra towing along, Cassie wanting to show Sandra around the different parts of the state for the first time (Rhode Island), and Sarah having been apparently intrigued by the sound of a day at the lake. John and I drove together in one car. John’s dad was a CFO of a fairly large company, and had done very well for himself, however, as a family, the Maxwell’s were extremely modest and frugal with their money, and enjoyed simple activities like fishing on the lake, on what was actually a fairly small jon boat. When we pulled up to the lake today, there was my dad and John loading a large, and heavy looking, by the way they struggled, cooler onto the boat. There was an unfamiliar face on the boat today, too, a pretty-faced blonde woman, who looked a lot like Megyn Kelly (American news anchor on Fox News for years) in the face, and she was wearing beige business pants and a navy blue top, looking like she was dressed for work at the office all day long and had come straight here after work. John parked the car and we got out, approached the boat. “Hey guys, Sharryl this is my son.” said John’s dad. “And that’s my son” said my own father, motioning to me. “Hi, I’m Sharryl, I’m new to town, I work in the same office as your dad.” Sharryl said to John with a big wide smile. John’s dad was recently divorced, and was on the prowl apparently. John and I stepped onto the boat with our dads and Sharryl. John shook Sharryl’s hand. Sharryl looked about thirty-six (John’s dad was 55) was very pretty, had shoulder length blonde hair, and had a professional vibe about her as she beamed John her brightest smile, shaking his hand. I couldn’t help but notice meanwhile that Sharryl’s pants were quite tight on her lean, fit looking legs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what her behind looked like, and was looking forward to a moment where she hopefully turned around and afforded us a glance. “I’m Alex” I said, as I shook Sharryl’s hand next. “Alex, Sharryl, pleased to meet you.” She said. Then it happened, she turned around. Her tight pants clung to her nicely rounded behind. John glanced over at me with BIG eyes, motioning with his eyes to Sharryl, and her nice rear end. “So tell me what this is all about” she said, turning back to us, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Her butt looked reallyyyy nice, it was so round and fit, yet still womanly, looking a lot like Brianna Love’s nice womanly ass, and her tight beige pants clung to every curve of this woman’s delicious behind. I quickly looked up. She noticed me staring, but sighed, seemed patient. “What’s that?” John asked. “The fisherman’s life! Tell me about it!” Sharryl exclaimed. “Oh” John started to explain how long he’d been fishing, freshwater vs saltwater, etc, making small talk with his dad and Sharryl. My dad meanwhile asked me. “Where’s your sister? She was supposed to bring that Spanish student to the lake with us? Oh, nevermind, here they are.” My sister’s SUV pulled into the lake parking lot. My sister and Sandra out of the car, wearing bikini tops and towels wrapped around their wastes. “Whoah, didn’t know it was bikini day! Okay!” John’s dad exclaimed. “It’s a day at the lake, one of the last nice days of the summer, might as well make it count.” said my sister Cassie as the two girls stepped onto the jon boat with us. They took their towels off. A word on Cassie, Cassie was extremely fit and very sexy and had a quite large, but toned, butt that was a lot like the youtuber Vantoee, but I had long ago trained myself against seeing Cassie as sexy, as she was my stepsister and was practically family. But I noticed that John’s dad got a long look at my sister as she removed her towel and showed her full, bikini clad figure. Sandra removed her towel as well, and there was a brief moment of awkward silence as we all collectively, and individually, stifled a moan at the sight of this slender girl’s micro-bikini. Her bikini bottom was incredibly small, and very tight, it was tight enough to show camel-toe, and seemed inappropriately too small, a micro bikini for sure, her camel-toe proudly displayed this sexy young Spaniard’s beautifully pert pussy lips through her dark green, bikini bottoms. She turned and bent over, looking into the lake with a smile. Her bikini bottoms round tight against her little pussy slit showing up underneath her delicious bottom. Her butt was small, butt perfectly bubbly and sexy, her butt looking like Laura Frisson’s famous butt, as well as her face. Sandra’s spicy Spanish accent was as bubbly and as sexy as her pert behind, this Laura Frisson doppleganger. Sharryl at once got a very angry look on her face, seeing my sister and Sandra in their bikinis. (Was she threatened? She was hot, but was in her forties, sexy in a milf way, and here were too late teens in bikinis, trapped on the same boat with the boys). Sharryl quickly wiped the sour expression from her face as she introduced herself to the girls. Soon we were out fishing, laughing, joking, chatting, carousing together on the boat, drinking beers and canned long-island iced teas from the cooler. Our dads were quite cool and allowed us teenagers to drink with them, knowing they’d be hypocrites not to, as they were known for their teenaged party years and had regaled us with dozens of stories by that point of “the good old days”. John kept eyeballing my sister in her bikini, and got a long hard look at her big round ass every time she turned around. This annoyed me slightly, but what was I to do? John was just a normal guy like any other guy, and Cassie was attractive, after all. Sandra was enjoying her afternoon with us, and her sexy Spanish accent even seemed to infect her laughter. Her glorious smile showed every time she let out her pretty, bellowing laughter, a pretty girl for sure, it a tight, green micro-bikini. Sharryl meanwhile was enjoying herself, but was trying to keep professional, as she was older than the girls and me and John and was still new to town and to John’s dad’s office, and wanted to keep up composure, in spite of her slowly growing inebriation (she’d had two long island iced teas by now). She told us tales of idiosyncratic court cases she had worked in the past, i.e. a cat lady that murdered her husband and blamed her cats, etc. At some point however, I noticed that Sharryl had gotten quite, her expression looking slightly anxious, restless, and she had taken to allowing her distracted gaze to drift out to the shore of the lake, as if longing to return… Sharryl was periodically shifting her weight back and forth between her two long, beige pant suit panted legs, and was subtly, but rapidly bouncing her thigh as she switched back and forth between legs. Her expression looking tense, I could tell that the iced teas had caught up to Sharryl and that she needed to pee and let the tea back out, but where?! She was stuck on the boat! No bathroom! Just the lake, that gently murmuring, rippling water surrounding this poor woman in all directions. The time passed, another forty minutes now, and Sharryl’s quivering thigh bouncing had increased in it’s speed and urgency. Nobody but me seemed to notice, however, and I genuinely felt bad for Sharryl as I watched her struggle to maintain her composure of relaxed yet professional engagement with my dad and John’s dad’s conversation. Sharryl had her arms folded across her chest, and she had to force a smile on her verrrry anxious looking face as she talked with the dads. Right leg, left leg, cross legs over here, curtsy there, but never let the men know she desperately needed to urinate, that seemed to be the name of the game written across Sharryl’s pained-looking face. A bead of sweat streamed from her forehead. Her leg muscles were tensing tightly, and she kept kept kept glancing longingly at the forested shore of the lake, as if dying to somehow leap the ten meters distance so that she could urgently dive behind a tree, remove her tight dress pants, and finally let loose. Sharryl needed to PEE, but she was new to town, trapped on a boat, wanted to impress everyone and maintain her professional status, and so was determined to keep a forced smile on her face and try try try to focus on what the two adult men were talking to her about, but she looked genuinely nervous, nearly frantic as she silently and subtly quivered with the need to piss. We had been on the boat for just over two hours and fifteen minutes now, not a short time for a slim woman’s bladder. Sharryl had stepped out of her shoes on the boat, and I saw her toes curling so tightly they were turning white, such was this woman’s desperate struggle to hold her bladder’s contents. I was so distracted watching Sharryl’s silent suffering that I hadn’t noticed Cassie’s, as when I finally decided to look away from the poor, suffering Sharryl, I noticed that Cassie was sitting down on the edge of the boat, had her legs crossed over one another, and her top leg was actually bouncing with considerable vigor. Cassie also had an anxious expression on her face, and definitely needed to pee! but looked determined to keep herself distracted with what John was talking to her about, as he flirted with Cassie and fished at the same time, trying to show off his fishing techniques. At some point, my dad opened another beer, and it fizzled, frothed, and foamed over the edge of the bottle, the carbonation having gotten shaken up somehow, as the majority spilled onto the boat’s floor. “Ohhh” Sharryl quietly whimpered with a strained-sounding voice, sounding like a desperate little girl, this late thirties woman, as her hands shot down to the sides of her pant suit pants, gripping the fabric tightly. Cassie also shot up from her seat on the side of the boat, standing as her gaze was locked onto the foaming yellow liquid on the floor of the boat, looking a lot like a puddle of piss, something these two women were trying to keep off of their minds. Cassie quickly turned away and looked off at the shore of the lake, her legs straightening, fighting, shaking. Cassie sighed in frustration for a moment as she bounced on the spot, but didn’t say anything. Sharryl meanwhile had taken to pacing in small circles on her side of the boat. She couldn’t stand still for a moment, and her beautiful butt cheeks quivered under tight beige fabric as her body tensed and shook with the effort Sharryl was making NOT to pee. My and John’s drunken dad didn’t even seem to notice this poor woman’s plight. My dad held what was left of his spilled beer out for Sharryl. “Here, Sharryl, finish it off.” He stuck the bottle out into Sharryl’s face, practically, the glass bottle still DRIPPING. Sharryl let out a subtle “ughh” between desperately hanging open lips, her eyebrows furrowing with worry in her eyes as she struggled to make her hand grab the dripping bottle. Sharryl quickly chugged the remaining third of the beer, left in the bottle, as if giving herself no time to rethink the move. How could she take in MORE beer?! This woman’s vagina was about to BLAST OFF, given her shaky, bodily antics. She was walking in place here, tensing her thighs there, tensing her beautifully round, womanly buttocks, breathing loudly through her teeth, gazing at the shore, the trees, so close and yet so far away… I was developing the need to pee by now too, we’d been on this boat for almost three hours now, and magically nobody had peed yet. Nobody had even mentioned needing the bathroom yet. I began to wonder how the pretty young Spaniard girl Sandra was holding up, she’d been drinking just as much after all. I noticed that she was balanced on one leg, was moving up and down slightly, and that her slim stomach looked MUCH more rounded now. She had a slightly frustrated expression on her face, too. This was totally unfair, I thought. None of these females had been warned about the endurance and patience of a seasoned fisherman, and John just kept his gaze out on his fishing line as he waited and waited for a bite. My and his father watched the line for long periods of time, too. Cassie was smiling and enjoying the fishing show too, as John displayed his casting skills, but still, at low moments where not a whole lot was happening, she would step from foot to foot, and I was having a hard time not noticing my step-sister’s large, shaking, bikini-clad ass as she quivered and shook her weight from foot to foot. Sandra sighed in seeming anger as she kept her focused gaze on the water and on John’s fishing line. “Atta boy, John, we’ll get a bite, don’t worry.” his dad said. Cassie’s breathing was growing louder, huffier and puffier, as she was continuously letting out frustrated sounding sighs, and she had taken to crossing her legs too, keeping her arms folded across her chest. Sandra sighed frustrated sounding sighs from time to time too as she rested her weight on her left leg, now her right, leg, now her left, now her right. I looked down. Sandra’s toes were curling beside my sister’s curling toes. I looked back over to Sharryl, she behind everyone, leaning on the edge of the boat, her legs were crossed tightly, her face hotly flushed a rosy red color, and she breathed loudly through clenched teeth, looking with strain in her eyes at the shore as she turned longingly over her shoulder to the woods on the land. This was so not fair for her, and so not cool for her, she was new to town, new to the office, was professionally dressed in tight beige pants and stylish professional navy blue top, and wanted to make a good impression, especially on John’s dad, and here she was longing to pull her pants down and PISS off the edge of the boat into the water, but couldn’t very well do that in front of several teenagers, could she? Not the professional type of woman she was, but boy oh boy did Sharrly need to pee, badly. Cassie beside me meanwhile, couldn’t stand still on one leg. Sandra had her dark, thick Spanish eyebrows furrowed in focus as her toes curled tightly and her thin thighs contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed, stepped in place subtly between her two feet, toes curling again when she stood in place on her thin, toned legs. Sandra’s buttcheeks were quivering slightly under the edge of her tight green micro-bikini, and I had grown a hard, massive erection in my shorts as I watched these desperate women’s silent, suffering, frantic antics. Suddenly, a precursor! An icebreaker! A release of tension! At three hours and fifteen minutes of endurance, finally, somebody, John, backed up from the boat’s edge, “take this real quick, sorry guys gotta do this” said John, very casually as he handed me the fishing rod. He proceeded, with casually grace, to reach down and remove himself from his pants as he stepped back up to the boat’s edge, cock in hand, and began pissing…LOUDLY into the water. “Oh!” Sharryl exclaimed as her hand quickly flew to her crotch, giving it a tight squeeze before quickly her hand away, stepping rapidly from foot to foot, nobody noticing however, as they were distracted with. “Oh my god!” Cassie exclaimed as she grabbed her crotch with her right hand and kept it there, as she stepped frantically from foot to foot. “Not cool, John. Oh goddddd” Cassie desperately whimpered, squeezing her bikini-clad pussy with real strength, a desperate gesture. Meanwhle Sandra was grabbing the sides of her bikini bottoms, as if ready to pull them down, as she backed up towards the edge of the boat. “Whoah, what are you doing Sandra?” asked John’s dad. “I need to pee too”, she said. Sharryl’s face winced at the word, pee. She scrunched up her face, turned away from the group, her right hand moving towards her crotch, giving it a brief, tight squeeze through her pants, her gloriously round ass shaking with the tense, frantic movements of her legs. “Yeah so do I.” said Cassie, letting go of her crotch, her face blushing red. “Well surely you girls can wait til we’re back to shore, you're grown ups.” said my dad with a chuckle. “It’s different for guys, we can face away and let loose, for a girl it’s totally inappropriate just cause of how God made us. John’s dad laughed hearing this. Cassie sighed in frustration, relegated to holding it, accepting her fate of waiting desperately for their return to shore, to their car, to the drive home, finally yanking her bikini bottoms down as she sits her big round ass on the toilet seat. “Okay, well I do not see that as fair” Sandra protested in her sexy Spanish accent. “And besides, if we’re all adults here, than I don’t see why we can’t grow up and accept that girls pee, too. Seems immature to me” “Well, first she wants to show up in a swim suit and now she wants to take it off? Well okay then everyone turn around and let her go.” John’s dad said. Sandra looked angrily at John’s dad at this comment. “Okay, well it could have just been a matter of fact type of thing, that girls pee too, and now you’ve gone and made a big deal out of nothing.” Sandra said as she stepped back and forth from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her camel-toe was tensing under this Spaniard’s tight bikini as her vagina fought back the flood of urine. “It’s been more than three hours, and eventually girls need to pee, and it’s inconsiderate of you to keep us girls here, no bathroom, and then prevent us from peeing, but if it has to made into a big deal, which is very American, than I guess I can hold it.” Sandra said. Sharryl was still holding herself, but let go of herself now, turning back to the group. Sandra looked back out over the water. Her toes curled inward. Cassie moaned in frustration, removing her hands from her crotch. “No, actually, I’m doing this, in my country when we need to pee we need to pee, and I won’t be controlled like a pet. I’m sorry, but I need to pee right now, and we’ve all been to sex ed and I frankly don't care if your American eyes see me or not” Sandra backed up to the edge of the boat and peeled down her tight bikini bottoms in one motion before everybody. Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn, in spite of ourselves, to this beautiful young Spaniard’s tight, tiny little pussy, shaved bare, save for a landing strip of pubic hair that ran along her swollen bladder’s caramel skin to her beautiful, young woman’s, wet, bulging little slit as she slid her round, teenaged little butt off the boats corner railing and let out a satisfying sigh of relief as… PISS SPLASHING into the WATER. “Oh, que rico.” Sandra uttered as she peed noisily into the water below her tight round ass, holding the rail with her hands for support. The loud splashing was apparently too much for Cassie, however, as, “Oh my god I have to pee so badly, Im sorry, I cant wait!” Cassie moaned aloud as she quickly rushed to the railing closest to her, between Sandra and myself, but as this was not the corner, Cassie struggled to find a pattern of footing that allowed her to balance herself. “Oh god!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t balance off the side and was too embarrassed to pull her bottoms down until she was confidently positioned with her butt over the edge of the boat, but she needed the corner. She was frantically trying to find a position where she could balance, but couldn’t. She frantically stuck her hand out towards me. “Alex! Please!” Cassie yelled shaking her hand out at me. “Help me balance!” I grabbed my sister’s hand and held her bodyweight balanced towards me so that she could sit over the edge of the boat and balance. Her hand tensely, tightly grabbed mine as Cassie fought to balance in a seated position, and once balanced she whimpered loudly with a childlike, strained voice, as her other hand struggled to pull her bikini bottoms to the side of her vagina, forgetting that her bikini was still on. Her free hand fought to pull her tight bikini away to the side as I got an eyeful of my step-sisters, puffy pink pussy as her hand fought to pull her bikini to the side. Her pussy finally free, my sister starts pissing a TORRENT into the water below. Cassie’s hand tensed and relaxed in perfect unison with her sighs of relief and the vibrations of her slowly deflating, female bladder. It was as if she was guiding me through an educational tutorial on the exact capacity, milliliter by milliliter as she emptied her bladder into the water below, her hand muscles in harmonious muscle contraction with her bladder contractions, pushing out Cassie’s piss. My sister kept her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, loudly exhaling “Ahhhhhhhh”s and “Oh god”s with utter relief, as I held her hand tightly to keep my dear sister balanced. Sandra was also letting out lots of sexy, Spanish sounds “oooooh”s as she voided her bladder’s contents into the water, squatting just beside Cassie with her eyes closed. I looked down at these two girls, doing their thing, two tight, pissing pussies, one a tan Spanish one with a landing strip, and Cassie’s a pale Anlgo-Saxon pink pussy, bikini still held tightly to the side with her free hand, with a slight bush. My sister’s hand gripped mine tightly for support. It was incredibly erotic, feeling my sister’s hand tense and relax as she peed, her grip gradually becoming looser and more restful as she was nearing the end of her long held piss. Cassie opened her eyes, looked into mine, just laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Thank you” she said to me, still peeing noisily. “God, I had to pee”. Sharryl meanwhile was staring longingly at these two pissing, teenaged girls with sheer envy and longing in her eyes. Her legs tense, she again turned away from the group and clutched her crotch tightly. She needed to pee, and it was so not fair that she was expected to hold it while these two girls peed loudly into the lake, moaning with relief. Sandra finished peeing first finally, and pulled herself back onto the boat before, slowly, meticulously reapplying her bikini bottom, with care and attention to detail, back over her tight, bare pussy, and around her hips. “So much better” Sandra said. And just as my sister finished peeing and let her bikini snap back over her pussy, my dad and John, cruelly began pissing off the edge of the boat. “well tis the season, I guess!” one of them quipped before we all laughed. “Oh God!” Sharryl whimpered quietly. She looked like she was about to cry, her breathing was pained and panicky, and she kept bringing her legs across her abdomen, before switching legs and doing the same. Sharryl so desperately needed to urinate, and I watched this milt’s gorgeous round ass bounce as she stepped in place whenever no one was looking. Sandra grabbed another beer from the cooler and cracked it open. Suddenly, her hands grabbed the side of her pants, was Sharryl finally gonna do it? Pull down her pants and pee? Part of me was hoping she would, she deserved the relief after holding it so long. She let go of her pants however, clearly reconsidering. She was a grown woman, she could hold it. “You guys don’t need to pee? Alex?” my dad asked me. “Im good” I lied. I could still hold on, and I somehow oddly felt like I should for empathy for Sharryl, somehow. “Sharryl?” my dad asked. “What?” whimpered Sharryl, springing up, forcing a plastered smile on her face as she addressed my dad. “Do you need to pee?” asked my dad. Point blank, what an embarrassing question! “Im fine.” Sharryl said through fake-smiling teeth. My dad grabbed the fishing rod, “let me have a spin” he said, as he cast the line out, John’s relieved dad watching beside him, starting to make small talk about rubber bait vs live bait or something or another. No you’re not, I thought to myself about Sharryl, desperately holding in her pee. Still needing to pee somewhat urgently, Im going to make this interesting, I thought to myself. I approached Sharryl from across the boat, deciding now, of all times, was my chance to make small talk with this Megyn Kelly lookalike woman who currently desperately needed to PISS like a goddamn RACEHORSE. She had her fingers inside the sides of her pants again. She was gonna do it, pull her pants down and finally peeeeeee, but then she caught me glance, saw me approaching her with a smile, she quickly let go of her pants. “So you’re new to town?” I asked with a smile. Sharryl looked longingly into my eyes, with pain in hers. She just wanted to pee, this wasn’t fair. She started stepping subtly from foot to foot as she locked her eye’s gaze with mine. “Yes, just a couple of weeks ago.” Sharryl said, looking for a moment over to the shore anxiously. Her stepping was subtle and her hands rested beside her thighs. She clearly wanted to grab herself but prevented herself from doing that in front of me. “You must work a lot, in court and out of court, with your clients, right? What do you like so much about a lawyer?” I asked, feigning ignorance about Sharryl’s desperate plight. “Well, I’ve always been good at arguing.” her voice was trailing up at the end of her sentences, sounding anxious. “and so I said, why not do it for a living?” her voice was strained, sounding like a desperate schoolgirl who needed to piss, and she was breathing loudly through clenched teeth in between talking. She couldn’t stand still either. She grabbed her pants at the sides again, ready to pull them down, but she quickly pulled her hands away again. She was trying not to show that she needed to piss like a racehorse, but was failing to conceal her need. “And sometimes you just wanna let loose, right?” I asked. “Uhhhh” Sharryl moaned at the words “let loose”, and grabbed me by the shoulders, tightly. “I’m sorry” she said, letting go, stepping from foot to foot as she reached down and squeezed herself tightly at the crotch for a loooong moment. She looked into my eyes, and I was taken aback by what I saw. “Please” she said, “I, I don’t want to do it in front of them, but I’ve never needed to pee so badly in my life. I don't know what to do.” she whispered quietly to me as she looked directly into my eyes, her desperate gaze locking with mine as she squeezed her crotch with one hand her other hand floating and tensing nearby her crotch. I looked at this damsel in distress, this beautiful blonde professional lawyer lady who’d been forced into this embarrassing situation in her work clothes. She looked so hot, but so distressed, I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but instead, I leaned in and whispered the only thing I could think to say in this heated, erotic moment, “You’re not alone, do it with me.” I said as directly in front of her, no one else paying attention, I reached down and removed by throbbing cock from my pants. In the heat of that moment, I acted with animalistic lust for this professional lady as with one quick, sweeping motion, I grabbed her free hand and forced it over into my cock making her hand touch it! With quick surprise in her eyes, not knowing fully what she was doing, she hand did what any female’s hand would naturally in that second with an aroused male directly before her. She squeezed my hard cock with her free hand for a second, feeling the girth, feeling the veins, feeling the hardness, before quickly letting go as I shoved her hand away, lest we be caught in this outrageous act, as I aimed myself off the boat’s railing and let loose, I started peeing and peeing into the water. “I cant wait!” Sharrl yelled loudly, yanking her pants down. This woman’s butt was incredibly nice, naked. She perched over the edge of the boat, but like Cassie;s predicament earlier, Sharryl couldn’t find her balance. “Whoah! Sharryl! What are you doing?!” exclaimed John’s dad as he saw Sharryl with her pants pulled down, her blonde bush on display now in front of several teenagers and two grown men, all the while I stood beside her emptying my full bladder loudly into the lake.. Professionalism had evaporated from Sharryl’s tone now. “I have to pee goddamnit!” Sharyl cried in shame and frustration as she struggled to find her footing and her balance with her beige pant suit pants and panties pulled down around her knees, a third vagina on display this afternoon. “aghh!” She yelled. She didn’t know what to do, the railing and height of this boat made it nearly impossible for a woman to balance on the edge with he butt far enough out to successfully pee. Cassie had struggled earlier, and now Sharryl’s blonde haired pussy was starting to leak as her face was inflamed with blushing, red, embarrassment. Everyone turned away from Sharryl’s struggle, not quite believing it. “Please help me!” she pleaded with me as I continued peeing, cock in hand. “How?!” I asked, not knowing what to do, but before she or I could say another word, she grabbed me with her hands on my back, just below my shoulder blades and attempted to use my body for balance support, however this meant she had to center herself in front of me for real balance and so without asking, without knowing what else to do, and me not knowing what to say, Sharryl quickly centered herself in front of me, her hands gripping my back for support, as my torrent of urine continued streaming below her and below the railing, into the water below. Directly in front of me, her gaze meeting mine, still clutching my back to hold herself balanced over the railing’s edge, and so having no free hands to hold herself Sharryl whimpered the shaky, high-pitched whimper of a little girl, as her blonde pussy issued a rocket-ship-like TORRENT of hot, girl pee, just below her pulled down pants, STRAIGHT ONTO MY HARD, PISSING COCK! “Oh god, I’m sorry!” Sharryl whimpered as she continued to PISS UNCONTROLLABLY right onto my dick! her urine splashing off of my engorged shaft for like THREE SECONDS! It took every ounce of strength I had not to grab this woman behind her back and pull her tight, pissing cunt right onto my hardened shaft. But Sharryl quickly shimmied her butt over the railing as her stream SPLASHED against mine, creating a cascading wall of urine that splashed into the water below. “WHOAH! What’s going on with the two of you?!!!” My dad yelled, as everyone turned and saw the sight of Sharrly holding me on both sides behind my back, both of us peeing in loud harmony with each other. “I couldn’t hold it, and I couldn’t balance” was all Sharryl managed to say, looking back over my shoulders at a bunch of appalled looking eyeballs. “I’m sorry, it just feels so good to be peeing. Please give me a minute to finish” Sharryl said, closing her eyes. I looked down at this woman’s pissing pussy, a firehose-like torrent escaping from her blonde-haired slit. I so so so badly wanted to just plunge straight forward and upward and shove my hardened cock into Sharryl, but that was just teenaged hormonal lust whispering dirty impulses to my brain. Sharryl’s grip on my back tightened and softened as this lady peed and peed. Her vagina was beautiful and so was her face, her mouth hanging wide open, letting out her long restrained, “AHHHHHHH”s and later, towards the end of her blissful peeing a “so much better”. “Well I couldn’t balance, either, I know how she feels” said Cassie, and everyone burst out laughing with comic relief. There came a moment where I was done peeing, but Sharryl was still going steady, still holding me for balance. Her hands were slowly slipping from my back, however. She opened her eyes and looked at me as I grabbed myself. Her eyes went down to my penis unabashedly as I struggled to tuck my hardened member into my pants. Sharryl was still peeing. “Please grab me” she whispered, her grip slipping more. I grabbed Sharryl’s arms, holding her balanced, her grip on my back relaxing now as she continued to pee into the water. This woman really had to go, I thought. Her blonde pussy just kept pissing. She looked me in the eyes again. “Thank you.” She said, now looking a little bit ashamed, as her relief brought back her awareness of where she was and what she was doing. No one else seemed to care any more, but she laughed as her gaze met mine again. “I really needed to pee, thank you for helping me” she chuckled as I continued to hold this woman balanced over the railing. Finally her stream trailed off to a trickle for another ten-fifteen seconds, before dying off. “Pull me in” she said, as I pulled her back in from over the water, her shimmying her buttcheecks forward on the rail. Just when I thought the whole episode was over, still incredibly turned on, she said “Thank you” once more, pulled her underwear and pants back up and brought her lips to my ear. “Gorgeous cock” she whispered very quietly as she walked past me to join the others again after her embarrassing ordeal. She and I didn’t acknowledge anything erotic or unusual between each other for the rest of the fishing trip, though, and now that we had all peed, everyone was much more relaxed. Finally we went back to shore after another half hour or so. I saw Sharryl once or twice more with John’s dad after that, but we again never acknowledged anything about that fateful fishing outing. Soon she stopped dating John’s dad and that was it for me ever seeing her again, but I still enjoy a good self-sufficiency session remembering these gorgeous bursting ladies, and especially the feeling of having a woman in her thirties forced, by circumstance to PISS onto my hardened, teenaged cock. What a day it was to remember.
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  34. 3,160 downloads

    Old, mostly quick videos that I uploaded to the discord in the past. Some of these are kinda a blast from the past for me, lol.
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  35. It's true that for some people in the ABDL forums, the age regression element of omorashi scratches a deep itch. But if you're wondering if omorashi makes you a p*do, the answer is no. High school scenarios are easy for viewers/readers to engage with because of formative experiences and our memories of how bonkers the education system is about students having bodily needs, but for most, knowing a model was underage for real would just be upsetting. In fact, I find unambiguously adult omo hotter because grown-ups are supposed to have perfect self-control.
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  36. She also tells a story of when she peed her shorts on the way to an Ed Sheeran concert and wrapped a sweater around her so she could watch it
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  37. Yukine

    Yukine who was a sacred weapon was primarily a teenager. He did not remember his older sister, he only knew that she took care of him. Now he had a new family, Yato as a father, Kofuku as an aunt and Hiyori ... like a sister ... well, almost ... after all, is it really family feelings when, when she falls from the roof ... her skirt rises up. ..and something hardens in Yukine's pants ... Unfortunately, Hieri saw only this bum Yato ... *** Yuki decided to watch the movie, only this could distract him from sadness and jealousy. Is the Internet a handy thing, a horror movie? Maybe not the best solution ... no! He is not a child! He is not afraid of fictional monsters. The movie began to run "The Grudge 2". From the very first minutes of the film, butterflies in the stomach made themselves felt ... this unpleasant sensation of adrenaline went all over the boy's body, creating goosebumps ... the film began ... and suddenly the door opened, the blond started almost screaming. A girl with long hair and pink eyes entered the room, as well as in a beautiful mini skirt ... When she appeared in the boy's chest, his heart pounded ... - Can I watch a movie with you? - Yuki immediately nodded the screening away, giving way to the girl ... *** While the teenagers watched the film, Yukine realized that he had long lost interest in the plot, the sword of the god of war tried to concentrate on the film ... and on the tea! It's good that he brewed it ... the herbs helped the boy relax. The movie was really interesting when Yukine was almost focused on the movie, something warm and slightly heavy dropped to the kid's knees ... Hiyori just lay down on his lap, apparently she saw a sisterly relationship in this, but the blond is not at all! Firstly, he's a guy ... and secondly ... the tea made itself felt ... the bladder filled up, but the guy didn't notice it for a long time ... and now the excitement has become stronger, because if he wet himself in front of Hiyori ... How much time is left in the movie ?! In fact, Yukine could have asked Hiyori to stand up! He could go to the bathroom and then come back ... but would she lay back like this? She's never been that close ... but is it worth wet pants? No! He will hold it! The girl settled down more comfortably on the knee of her friend, of course she hardly suspected that at one point the blond could pee in his pants by touching her hair. The boy's lips trembled, a fist clenched on the other knee ... Exactly! Now he remembered about the second hand ... At the same time, he looked at Hiyori worried if she would notice ... The hand carefully went into the pants, crawling to the penis, then gently squeezed the groin, and although it did not help much, but at least something. The blonde was coming out of the shower ... there was a tense scene ... butterflies in Yukine stomach were raising almost a revolution! Now she's about to change ... looks at the hanging white dress ... and Kayako appears with a wheeze. Everything inside Yukine seemed to shrink, it became scary, but suddenly ... The jets of urine in the film almost knocked out the bladder ... Yukine's hand squeezed harder, and her cheeks lit up pink ... But he could no longer hold urine ... A warm liquid surrounded his hand, actively wetting his underwear, tears welling up in the eyes of the teenager, his lips trembling ... under the boy, a small puddle of urine was spreading, a stain appeared on black pants ... *** —Yukine, you pee yourself— The blond woke up in a shkoe, he was in the room ... in the Hiyori bed, remembering how she had invited him to lie down here ... —Nothing ... I'll ... change— The boy suddenly felt someone kiss the top of his head. "Yukine, bring ... everything that is wet in the bath ..." And probably the boy would have done so ... if ... after a kiss in his panties, something did not harden
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  38. If only it were that easy . Btw, this might be my favourite comment ever. Well played, Sir.
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  39. The other week my SO and I worked on a pixel animation of a wetting and messing incident. After we were done I decided to write a short story to match the animation, so here is that story. I've edited the pixel animation to just be the wetting incident, and I'll try to post it here (as I believe the messing accident would be against the rules for the site). May Holdall is Trapped On The Job Part 1: Drip Coffee Desperation, Wetting The breakfast rush at the Tiki-Time Bikini Hut was finally over. The long line of cars in the early morning would pile in on both sides of the little bikini barista shop, on its little corner lot by a gas station. The customers drove up and ordered drinks with ridiculous themed names like the Luau Latte, tapped the hula girl before putting money in the tip cup, and most importantly of all they ogled the young women who worked the stand in bright bikinis. But today’s breakfast rush had been worse than usual. While there were usually two ladies working the Tiki-Time, able to support each other and give their opposite a break if necessary, Alice called in sick at the last moment. That left May to work the stand all alone, through the rush, hours of work with no relief. Relief was the key word on May’s mind as the last car drove off. That morning she made herself a massive coffee as she was prepping the Hut to open for the morning. Then as the cascade of calls came in from Alice, her boss, and other coworkers saying they couldn’t replace her, May downed her coffee out of nervous habit. By the time she was done with the first few cars, she already knew she was going to need a bathroom break eventually. She didn’t have the option to just close her window and let Alice handle the rest of the load either. Worse than that, even on a slow day where she drank her drink over the course of the day, Mary’s morning coffee had the bad habit of waking up her bowels. Usually it wasn’t a problem, she could ignore the rumblings and stomach pressure for long enough to run to the restroom at the gas station or supermarket. She was a healthy girl, and while she would never dream of describing her movements to anyone but a medical professional, her productions were could be described as ‘a bane to toilets’. So today, alone through the rush, May had relief on her mind. Even the smallest movements made the sloshing of her bladder obvious, and there was a second problem that she definitely needed to void as soon as she could. All she had to do was close up the window for a bit. Even if Eddie, the owner, wouldn’t like missing a few customers, it was a better option than May making a mess in the hut. May took a sigh of relief, and reached up to grab the shutter to pull it down, when she heard a loud honk from a car. Her stomach jumped, and a tingle went through her body, but she shook it off and looked to see the approaching car. If it was just one order she could bang it out and then go find the relief her bladder needed. Then she saw a grey coupe approaching with a little raccoon tail tied to the antennae, and she felt a chill in the air. It was Tony, aka Tony the Talker. He was an older man that every employee of the Tiki-Time knew by name. While creepers were a common problem when you had to have your cleavage out for every customer you served, Tony was a different problem. He seemed to think that the best way to make the girls at the Tiki-Time like him was to tell them every asinine thing that happened to him since he last saw them. He was a fisher and hunter, had a little garden in his yard, and May knew the full details of every catch, kill, and harvest the old man had for the last few years. While May wanted nothing more than to close the door in Tony’s face and walk away, Tony and Eddie were also great friends. Julie was one of the best workers at the Tiki-Time a few months ago, but she made the mistake of letting out one heavy sigh while dealing with Tony and a week later she was fired for ‘not respecting customers or showing proper dedication to customer service.’ This was the same Julie who once leaped out the window to do CPR on a choking customer. To keep it simple, everyone was on their best behavior around Tony. His car came to a slow stop, and May gave him a wide smile and a little nod. Tony’s eyes were already on her chest. He was usually respectful to start, but his eyes did wander. “Little May, they have a pretty young lady like you working all by yourself? That’s a shame.” May shrugged, making sure to push her assets forward as her shoulders came up and in. She kept smiling, but she was squeezing her thighs in as well. She was so close to being able to walk over to the bathroom, and her bladder knew it. She squeezed everything below her waist, and could feel the pang from the pressure as her body warned her not to let this go on for long. “I’m just doing my best. What can I get for you today, Tony?” She said. He let out a slow laugh, and made a point of slowly going over the menu. While the sign was about chest level for most of the girls, at May’s height it was obvious when Tony’s eyes would dart between the prices and then down to her cleavage. She was a good head or two shorter than most of the girls, and they were already generally short. As Tony put it in one of his creepier moments, she was ‘fun sized’. May kept her thighs squeezed tight as he reviewed the prices. She smiled, leaning over the counter just a bit to hopefully keep him content. She just needed him to choose an item, and she would be free. “You know, Little May, the price on the hot chocolate always reminds me of my boat, I’ve told you about my boat right? May suppressed a scream as she nodded. He was going to go into a boat story, now, while she was holding back the flood of her whole extra large coffee demanding to meet the carpet. All she could do is squeeze her legs and hold on to for dear life, trying to make sure he didn’t notice her predicament. She felt a wave of desperation come over her, and she switched from one leg to another, in some vain attempt to make her body think she was at least on the way to solve the problem. But he was still talking. She could barely make out what he was saying, but she knew she wasn’t going to get a word in. She focused on nodding her head, looking attentive, and containing the torrent between her legs. When moving her legs became too much of a reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere, she stamped both her feet down, brought her knees together, and squeezed her thighs and buttocks together as tight as she could. She could hold, she had to hold, because the alternative was humiliating to even think about. It was just a conversation with an old man, she could last that much longer, and then waddle across the parking lot to find sweet relief. “…she doesn’t go that fast anymore, but you should have seen her back when I first got her. Maybe one of these days I could take you and some of the other ladies out there, you would love the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat…” Even knowing he was talking about bodies of water was like a slow drip of liquid in May’s mind. He kept droning on, and his words crashed against her like wave after wave. She took slow breaths through her nose, and squeezed for all she could. Her muscles were already tired from the rush. She didn’t have to worry about it before, she was going to be free and clear, but now her legs were wavering as she focused all of her power to one small area. She couldn’t let the dam burst. If she didn’t, it wasn’t like she could hide it. Her ‘uniform’, if you could call it that, was just a thong that was riding so far up her ass that it was a wonder to her it didn’t come out a new more earthy color in the afternoons. She would soak it immediately, the material would dampen and sag, and it would all come pouring down her legs and soak into her white thigh-highs that she thought were a cute choice for the day. She snapped herself back to attention. Her thoughts were turning to doom, she was on the verge of giving up. She had to hold on, even if Tony refused to shut the hell up. She was a grown woman, no matter how often Tony called her ‘little’. She wasn’t going to leak, make a mess, or anything else. She was going to hold out and then when he left she was going to slam the gate in the face of any other idiot that decided to drive up at the last second. Her boss could do whatever he wanted to her at that point. “…It is a tough little ship though. Another ship clipped me the other day, we were on the docks you see, but it still managed to get me. I wasn’t moving, it wasn’t my fault, but that doesn’t change what happened…” He was still going on. May interjected with a little chuckle, but she didn’t dare press him on ordering. It was suicidal. But she was running out of time, she could tell. Her whole body was pressed down now, trying to keep everything contained. She had more than her bladder to worry about, but for now that was more than enough of a problem. Her bladder was aching full, and her little muscles were starting to quiver. Her legs were trembling, like small spasms going up and down her thighs every few seconds. Unless Tony decided to order right now and leave, she was facing an absolute crisis. “…The leak isn’t too bad. I mean, you’ll get a little bit of water, whole lot a’ bit if I let it get bad, but it isn’t enough to ruin the whole trip…” She was fucked. It was like her whole body was shivering, just enough that she had to try to stand straighter so Tony wouldn’t notice. She couldn’t hold on much longer, her little hole was so tired, she lasted so long by herself. But one girl could only do so much. She couldn’t hold in a small gasp as she felt a small damp heat at her groin. She blinked hard to fight to tears she wanted to let loose. She couldn’t cry, not while Tony was there. But she was leaking, she knew it. Like a kid too stupid to ask to head to the bathroom, she was standing inside a booth and pissing herself. Would he hear it? If Tony heard, she was fired for sure. Tony reacted to her gasp, “I know, amazing right?” It seemed he thought she was reacting to some pointless thing he said. Another drop found release, and then another. Her arms tightened and her toes slowly met at a point in front of her, and then her pee-hole gave up a long jet of piss. For May it may as well have been a pipe bursting, she could hear the hissing as the hot pee darkened and weighted down the little fabric of her red bikini. Her stomach sank, and for a moment she forgot the rest of the world. She couldn’t hear Tony’s stupid monologue, she didn’t know where she was, she couldn’t see the gas station across from her. All she could feel was the spray releasing from her, and all she could hear is the torrent fighting through the thin material. She wanted to just sink into a hole and never be seen again, but she stood there and smiled. “You doing okay there, little May?” Tony asked. Her eyes widened. He noticed! He knew that rivulets of hot urine were criss-crossing down her inner thighs, tickling her slightly as they met halfway down and then made a beeline for her clean white stockings. “Oh don’t mind me, Tony,” May said with a giggle. “You just had me imagining the water. Last time I was on a boat I got splashed bad, I was dripping wet for the rest of the day. But I bet it would be better out there on the Hot Chocolate.” Tony almost seemed shocked that she had something to say back. He chuckled at her, oblivious to May standing right in front of him and pissing herself like a child, or some kind of deviant. “You just looked a little pale there for a second,” Tony said, “but you’re right that a trip out to sea is all about the vessel. Let me tell you…” May focused on looking as normal as she could. Eventually her bladder was empty enough that she contained the rest, but the damage was done. Her legs were hot with her voided contents, but she could feel a slight breeze from the small fan they kept at foot level to fight the heat during the warmer days. She did it, there was no denying it, and anyone who saw her would know it right away. She couldn’t look down, but she was sure her bikini bottoms were a dark crimson now, and her stockings were dark and staining with every second. But what could she do? At least that pressure was gone. For now, she would just have to cry on the inside and wait for Tony to leave so she could finish her business in peace. Her stomach gurgled, and her muscles tightened once again. Hopefully he wouldn’t stay so long that she ended up with another problem. She was well past due for her morning visit to the toilet, and with the coffee, well she didn’t have long before her body wanted that out as well. But there was no way he would take that long. She clenched her butthole, and her stomach responded with an ominous shift of her bowels.
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  41. Hello everyone! Thank you for your feedback and sorry for any annoyance this update may have caused. I've moved the widget to the sidebar now, so it significantly less in-the-way. Let me know if this is acceptable for you!
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  42. I have measured I think exactly once? and I still take it with a grain of salt due to the fact that circumstance can't be measured; in a hold specifically designed to be prolonged for a measure, where I just basically laid on my bed naked trying to create the optimal holding condition possible for maximum longevity, I was able to hold 1300ml when it got too bad. I might have been able to go longer, but I didn't want to risk leaking a bunch and losing volume if I pushed the envelope since I was going for a measuring ending. However, optimal conditions, trying to survive a drive home is not. Or basically any other omo situation or trope. So I'm a little wishy washy on how accurate capacity information is in a realistic desperation sort of scenario. My capacity before caving would likely be less in a scenario like that, perhaps significantly. Though I do wonder whether 1300ml was my peak, as its the only time I've measured. Maybe someday soon I'll try to replicate the optimal conditions and try again so I can have multiple results I can average out in the name of science.
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  43. It occurs to me that the Department of Restroom Regulation could also be concerned with bathroom accidents, instead of merely considering them "unprofessional behavior"; as well as restrictions on changing of clothes. Some thoughts (and holy baloney, I sure did generate a wall of text here...): In addition to "restroom permissions", add "cleanup permissions". Although people are generally expected to keep their underwear clean, the Department of Restroom Regulation understands that unfortunate circumstances can happen. Accordingly, some public restrooms include a shower stall as well as toilet stalls. Such restrooms have a separate lock for the toilets and the showers; unlocking the shower stall deducts a cleanup permission rather than a toilet permission. By default, all citizens have one (1) cleanup permission per day. Citizens ages 9-12 and 65-79 have two cleanup permissions, and citizens 8 and under or 80 and over have unlimited cleanup permissions. Public showers may be used solely to clean any body parts soiled by an accident, rinse underwear and clothing, and to change into clean clothing. It is an offense to urinate or defecate in a public shower, punishable by deprivation of all toilet and cleanup permissions for two weeks. Public showers have security cameras to enforce these rules; the lack of privacy in public showers serves as an encouragement to citizens not to have an accident in the first place, and citizens who do have an accident must weigh the embarrassment of being seen naked by DoRR officers against the discomfort of wet or soiled clothing. Citizens who work in fields where bodily waste is a health hazard may unlock a shower stall at their place of employment at any time, even if they have no cleanup permissions remaining. However, they may only rinse or clean their underwear if they have a cleanup permission. If the employee unlocks the shower stall and has no cleanup permissions, a locker opens containing a diaper. The employee must take the diaper, remove all wet or soiled underwear, and place it in the locker before the shower stall will open; the employee must put on the diaper upon leaving and wear it for the remainder of their work day. At the end of the work day, any public-health employee who used a locker must return to the shower stall, dispose of their diaper, unlock the locker with their ID, and change back into their dirty clothing before leaving the work site. Wearing a public diaper outside the work site results in a loss of all toilet and cleanup permissions for two weeks, and a requirement to wear a diaper over their normal underwear at the work site for the duration of the sentence. Not all restrooms have attached showers. Generally, about one out of every three restrooms has a shower. Malls will typically have a shower at the food court (for the convenience of restaurant employees, who have a public-health exemption); offices will typically have one shower per 120 employees. Employers smaller than 100 employees, except for public-health businesses are not required to supply a public shower. Major chain restaurants are required to supply a shower for employee use only; small restaurants must either be within one city block of a public shower and allow employees who have accidents to use it, or require all employees to wear diapers. Citizens who are serving a sentence depriving them of all toilet permissions normally gain one extra cleanup permission per day. This may, of course, also be removed as part of a sentence. Punishment for accidents. The DoRR issues no punishment, as such, for a citizen who urinates or defecates in their clothing when they have no toilet permissions at the time of the accident. The shame and discomfort of wetting or soiling oneself, and having to use up a cleanup permission, is considered sufficient punishment in and of itself. However, it is an offense for a citizen to have an accident when they do have toilet permissions remaining, as it represents the citizen's failure to use the restroom in the proper manner. A citizen who has an accident with toilet permissions remaining loses all toilet and cleanup permissions for the rest of that day, and for a two-week period loses however many toilet permissions they still had at the time of the accident. Examples: Ms. Johnson is attempting to save her last toilet permission of the day to defecate. However, before she is able to do this, she needs to urinate again after using up two of her toilet permissions and ends up wetting herself. She loses her remaining toilet permission and her cleanup permission for that day (and, consequently, ends up messing herself after all), and is not allowed to clean up during the work day. For the following two weeks, she is restricted to two toilet permissions per day, as she had one toilet permission when she wet herself. Mr. Davis has only used one of his three toilet permissions remaining for the day, but drinks too much coffee before a long meeting and wets himself during the meeting. He loses all toilet and cleanup permissions for the rest of the day. For the following two weeks, he is restricted to one toilet permission per day, as he had two toilet permissions when he wet himself. Forced hydration. Repeat offenders of various DoRR regulations, or offenses committed under special circumstances (e.g. public urination in the presence of children) may have their sentence enhanced with forced hydration. An offender under forced hydration must consume at least 750mL of fluid each day for every count of forced hydration. The first drink must always be taken first thing in the morning; other drinks may be taken at the offender's discretion. For health and safety reasons, offenders may not be sentenced to more than four counts of forced hydration, and may not be required to consume more than 750mL of fluid per hour. Offenders on forced hydration are counseled to drink beverages with electrolytes for their sentence. Citizens under the age of 12 or over the age of 64 may not be sentenced to forced hydration. Underwear regulations (non-ABDL). Adult citizens and older minors are expected to be toilet trained, and accordingly are expected to not require underwear intended to prevent against incontinence. Unless otherwise provided (e.g. medical or public-health exemption), it is an offense for an adult to wear a diaper in a public place, with removal of all toilet permissions for two weeks for the first offense. Sufficiently many diaper offenses may result in the offender being sentenced to diapers for up to a year. An offender under mandatory diapering loses all toilet and cleanup permissions, and are subjected to up to four counts of forced hydration. They are required to wear a diaper for the duration of their sentence, and may not wear any clothing that completely covers the diaper in a public place. Home sentences. Under extreme circumstances (such as egregious restroom offenses or attempts to defeat DoRR regulatory equipment), but where the offender is not deemed to require confinement in a DoRR correctional facility, offenders may be sentenced to restrictions on toilet use at home. All restrooms in the offender's home will be fitted with DoRR locks and security cameras on both the outside and the inside. Offenders under home restroom restriction have a baseline four additional toilet permissions and two additional cleanup permissions, although the typical home restroom sentence usually will remove some of these. Residents of a home with DoRR locks who are not under home restroom restriction may use their ID cards to open the restroom an unlimited number of times. As per usual, a non-restricted resident who uses their ID to permit access to a restricted resident will be sentenced to two weeks loss of all toilet permissions (including home use, in this case), and the restricted resident's sentence will be increased. If a restricted resident is found to have coerced a non-restricted resident into allowing access with their ID, the remainder of the restricted resident's sentence will be served in a DoRR correctional facility, with additional punishment for the coerced access. Offenders under home restroom restriction must be allowed at least one daily cleanup permission. If an offense would otherwise remove that permission, the sentence will instead require confinement in a DoRR correctional facility. Department of Restroom Regulation correctional facilities (potty prison). Severe offenders of DoRR regulations, especially offenders who commit further offenses while under home restrictions, may be sentenced to confinement in a DoRR correctional facility. Work release (allowing the offender to maintain a normal job and report to the prison outside of work hours) is typical, although abuse of that privilege may result in full-time confinement. Inmates in a DoRR facility have their restroom access, cleanups, and hydration monitored by correctional officers, making it much easier to ensure that the inmate does not commit further DoRR offenses. A typical part of a DoRR prison sentence is mandatory accidents. An inmate may be sentenced to one or more mandatory wettings per day, and one or more mandatory soilings per week. If an inmate fails to wet themselves the required number of times in a day, they lose all toilet permissions for the next day; if they fail to soil themselves the required number of times in a week, they lose all toilet permissions for the next week. Cleanup permissions may only be used at fixed times of day - fifteen minutes before each meal, and fifteen minutes before lights-out. Inmates must ask permission from a guard to relieve themselves, stating whether they need to urinate, defecate, or both; if the inmate has used up all their toilet permissions for the day, they must ask to have an accident. If an inmate has not yet had all of their mandatory accidents, the guard may respond to a request to use the toilet by requiring the inmate to have an accident instead. If an inmate has an accident without a guard's permission, they lose all toilet permissions the next day and the accident does not count toward their mandatory accidents. Inmates are typically not allowed to wear diapers, except on work release to public-health exempted employment.
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  44. Here’s a recounting of a delicious memory of about a dozen close friends peeing together over a span of about 4 to 5 hours on a boat, a small jon boat with one level, meant for about 5 people, no bathroom. I was 16 at the time, in high school, as was my step-sister Cassie. Cassie was friend’s with a pretty, exchange student from Spain named Sandra. Sandra looked a LOT like the french model named Laura Frisson, in terms both of her thin, sexy frame as well as her pretty face, light caramel skin tone, pert behind… My buddy John and his dad liked to go fishing on a large lake about twenty minute’s drive from where we lived, and that day, my dad and I decided to join them, as we often did, for this fishing trip. The difference this time, however, was that my sister (step-sister) Cassie decided to join us this time with Sandra towing along, Cassie wanting to show Sandra around the different parts of the state for the first time (Rhode Island), and Sarah having been apparently intrigued by the sound of a day at the lake. John and I drove together in one car. John’s dad was a CFO of a fairly large company, and had done very well for himself, however, as a family, the Maxwell’s were extremely modest and frugal with their money, and enjoyed simple activities like fishing on the lake, on what was actually a fairly small jon boat. When we pulled up to the lake today, there was my dad and John loading a large, and heavy looking, by the way they struggled, cooler onto the boat. There was an unfamiliar face on the boat today, too, a pretty-faced blonde woman, who looked a lot like Megyn Kelly (American news anchor on Fox News for years) in the face, and she was wearing beige business pants and a navy blue top, looking like she was dressed for work at the office all day long and had come straight here after work. John parked the car and we got out, approached the boat. “Hey guys, Sharryl this is my son.” said John’s dad. “And that’s my son” said my own father, motioning to me. “Hi, I’m Sharryl, I’m new to town, I work in the same office as your dad.” Sharryl said to John with a big wide smile. John’s dad was recently divorced, and was on the prowl apparently. John and I stepped onto the boat with our dads and Sharryl. John shook Sharryl’s hand. Sharryl looked about thirty-six (John’s dad was 55) was very pretty, had shoulder length blonde hair, and had a professional vibe about her as she beamed John her brightest smile, shaking his hand. I couldn’t help but notice meanwhile that Sharryl’s pants were quite tight on her lean, fit looking legs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what her behind looked like, and was looking forward to a moment where she hopefully turned around and afforded us a glance. “I’m Alex” I said, as I shook Sharryl’s hand next. “Alex, Sharryl, pleased to meet you.” She said. Then it happened, she turned around. Her tight pants clung to her nicely rounded behind. John glanced over at me with BIG eyes, motioning with his eyes to Sharryl, and her nice rear end. “So tell me what this is all about” she said, turning back to us, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Her butt looked reallyyyy nice, it was so round and fit, yet still womanly, looking a lot like Brianna Love’s nice womanly ass, and her tight beige pants clung to every curve of this woman’s delicious behind. I quickly looked up. She noticed me staring, but sighed, seemed patient. “What’s that?” John asked. “The fisherman’s life! Tell me about it!” Sharryl exclaimed. “Oh” John started to explain how long he’d been fishing, freshwater vs saltwater, etc, making small talk with his dad and Sharryl. My dad meanwhile asked me. “Where’s your sister? She was supposed to bring that Spanish student to the lake with us? Oh, nevermind, here they are.” My sister’s SUV pulled into the lake parking lot. My sister and Sandra out of the car, wearing bikini tops and towels wrapped around their wastes. “Whoah, didn’t know it was bikini day! Okay!” John’s dad exclaimed. “It’s a day at the lake, one of the last nice days of the summer, might as well make it count.” said my sister Cassie as the two girls stepped onto the jon boat with us. They took their towels off. A word on Cassie, Cassie was extremely fit and very sexy and had a quite large, but toned, butt that was a lot like the youtuber Vantoee, but I had long ago trained myself against seeing Cassie as sexy, as she was my stepsister and was practically family. But I noticed that John’s dad got a long look at my sister as she removed her towel and showed her full, bikini clad figure. Sandra removed her towel as well, and there was a brief moment of awkward silence as we all collectively, and individually, stifled a moan at the sight of this slender girl’s micro-bikini. Her bikini bottom was incredibly small, and very tight, it was tight enough to show camel-toe, and seemed inappropriately too small, a micro bikini for sure, her camel-toe proudly displayed this sexy young Spaniard’s beautifully pert pussy lips through her dark green, bikini bottoms. She turned and bent over, looking into the lake with a smile. Her bikini bottoms round tight against her little pussy slit showing up underneath her delicious bottom. Her butt was small, butt perfectly bubbly and sexy, her butt looking like Laura Frisson’s famous butt, as well as her face. Sandra’s spicy Spanish accent was as bubbly and as sexy as her pert behind, this Laura Frisson doppleganger. Sharryl at once got a very angry look on her face, seeing my sister and Sandra in their bikinis. (Was she threatened? She was hot, but was in her forties, sexy in a milf way, and here were too late teens in bikinis, trapped on the same boat with the boys). Sharryl quickly wiped the sour expression from her face as she introduced herself to the girls. Soon we were out fishing, laughing, joking, chatting, carousing together on the boat, drinking beers and canned long-island iced teas from the cooler. Our dads were quite cool and allowed us teenagers to drink with them, knowing they’d be hypocrites not to, as they were known for their teenaged party years and had regaled us with dozens of stories by that point of “the good old days”. John kept eyeballing my sister in her bikini, and got a long hard look at her big round ass every time she turned around. This annoyed me slightly, but what was I to do? John was just a normal guy like any other guy, and Cassie was attractive, after all. Sandra was enjoying her afternoon with us, and her sexy Spanish accent even seemed to infect her laughter. Her glorious smile showed every time she let out her pretty, bellowing laughter, a pretty girl for sure, it a tight, green micro-bikini. Sharryl meanwhile was enjoying herself, but was trying to keep professional, as she was older than the girls and me and John and was still new to town and to John’s dad’s office, and wanted to keep up composure, in spite of her slowly growing inebriation (she’d had two long island iced teas by now). She told us tales of idiosyncratic court cases she had worked in the past, i.e. a cat lady that murdered her husband and blamed her cats, etc. At some point however, I noticed that Sharryl had gotten quite, her expression looking slightly anxious, restless, and she had taken to allowing her distracted gaze to drift out to the shore of the lake, as if longing to return… Sharryl was periodically shifting her weight back and forth between her two long, beige pant suit panted legs, and was subtly, but rapidly bouncing her thigh as she switched back and forth between legs. Her expression looking tense, I could tell that the iced teas had caught up to Sharryl and that she needed to pee and let the tea back out, but where?! She was stuck on the boat! No bathroom! Just the lake, that gently murmuring, rippling water surrounding this poor woman in all directions. The time passed, another forty minutes now, and Sharryl’s quivering thigh bouncing had increased in it’s speed and urgency. Nobody but me seemed to notice, however, and I genuinely felt bad for Sharryl as I watched her struggle to maintain her composure of relaxed yet professional engagement with my dad and John’s dad’s conversation. Sharryl had her arms folded across her chest, and she had to force a smile on her verrrry anxious looking face as she talked with the dads. Right leg, left leg, cross legs over here, curtsy there, but never let the men know she desperately needed to urinate, that seemed to be the name of the game written across Sharryl’s pained-looking face. A bead of sweat streamed from her forehead. Her leg muscles were tensing tightly, and she kept kept kept glancing longingly at the forested shore of the lake, as if dying to somehow leap the ten meters distance so that she could urgently dive behind a tree, remove her tight dress pants, and finally let loose. Sharryl needed to PEE, but she was new to town, trapped on a boat, wanted to impress everyone and maintain her professional status, and so was determined to keep a forced smile on her face and try try try to focus on what the two adult men were talking to her about, but she looked genuinely nervous, nearly frantic as she silently and subtly quivered with the need to piss. We had been on the boat for just over two hours and fifteen minutes now, not a short time for a slim woman’s bladder. Sharryl had stepped out of her shoes on the boat, and I saw her toes curling so tightly they were turning white, such was this woman’s desperate struggle to hold her bladder’s contents. I was so distracted watching Sharryl’s silent suffering that I hadn’t noticed Cassie’s, as when I finally decided to look away from the poor, suffering Sharryl, I noticed that Cassie was sitting down on the edge of the boat, had her legs crossed over one another, and her top leg was actually bouncing with considerable vigor. Cassie also had an anxious expression on her face, and definitely needed to pee! but looked determined to keep herself distracted with what John was talking to her about, as he flirted with Cassie and fished at the same time, trying to show off his fishing techniques. At some point, my dad opened another beer, and it fizzled, frothed, and foamed over the edge of the bottle, the carbonation having gotten shaken up somehow, as the majority spilled onto the boat’s floor. “Ohhh” Sharryl quietly whimpered with a strained-sounding voice, sounding like a desperate little girl, this late thirties woman, as her hands shot down to the sides of her pant suit pants, gripping the fabric tightly. Cassie also shot up from her seat on the side of the boat, standing as her gaze was locked onto the foaming yellow liquid on the floor of the boat, looking a lot like a puddle of piss, something these two women were trying to keep off of their minds. Cassie quickly turned away and looked off at the shore of the lake, her legs straightening, fighting, shaking. Cassie sighed in frustration for a moment as she bounced on the spot, but didn’t say anything. Sharryl meanwhile had taken to pacing in small circles on her side of the boat. She couldn’t stand still for a moment, and her beautiful butt cheeks quivered under tight beige fabric as her body tensed and shook with the effort Sharryl was making NOT to pee. My and John’s drunken dad didn’t even seem to notice this poor woman’s plight. My dad held what was left of his spilled beer out for Sharryl. “Here, Sharryl, finish it off.” He stuck the bottle out into Sharryl’s face, practically, the glass bottle still DRIPPING. Sharryl let out a subtle “ughh” between desperately hanging open lips, her eyebrows furrowing with worry in her eyes as she struggled to make her hand grab the dripping bottle. Sharryl quickly chugged the remaining third of the beer, left in the bottle, as if giving herself no time to rethink the move. How could she take in MORE beer?! This woman’s vagina was about to BLAST OFF, given her shaky, bodily antics. She was walking in place here, tensing her thighs there, tensing her beautifully round, womanly buttocks, breathing loudly through her teeth, gazing at the shore, the trees, so close and yet so far away… I was developing the need to pee by now too, we’d been on this boat for almost three hours now, and magically nobody had peed yet. Nobody had even mentioned needing the bathroom yet. I began to wonder how the pretty young Spaniard girl Sandra was holding up, she’d been drinking just as much after all. I noticed that she was balanced on one leg, was moving up and down slightly, and that her slim stomach looked MUCH more rounded now. She had a slightly frustrated expression on her face, too. This was totally unfair, I thought. None of these females had been warned about the endurance and patience of a seasoned fisherman, and John just kept his gaze out on his fishing line as he waited and waited for a bite. My and his father watched the line for long periods of time, too. Cassie was smiling and enjoying the fishing show too, as John displayed his casting skills, but still, at low moments where not a whole lot was happening, she would step from foot to foot, and I was having a hard time not noticing my step-sister’s large, shaking, bikini-clad ass as she quivered and shook her weight from foot to foot. Sandra sighed in seeming anger as she kept her focused gaze on the water and on John’s fishing line. “Atta boy, John, we’ll get a bite, don’t worry.” his dad said. Cassie’s breathing was growing louder, huffier and puffier, as she was continuously letting out frustrated sounding sighs, and she had taken to crossing her legs too, keeping her arms folded across her chest. Sandra sighed frustrated sounding sighs from time to time too as she rested her weight on her left leg, now her right, leg, now her left, now her right. I looked down. Sandra’s toes were curling beside my sister’s curling toes. I looked back over to Sharryl, she behind everyone, leaning on the edge of the boat, her legs were crossed tightly, her face hotly flushed a rosy red color, and she breathed loudly through clenched teeth, looking with strain in her eyes at the shore as she turned longingly over her shoulder to the woods on the land. This was so not fair for her, and so not cool for her, she was new to town, new to the office, was professionally dressed in tight beige pants and stylish professional navy blue top, and wanted to make a good impression, especially on John’s dad, and here she was longing to pull her pants down and PISS off the edge of the boat into the water, but couldn’t very well do that in front of several teenagers, could she? Not the professional type of woman she was, but boy oh boy did Sharrly need to pee, badly. Cassie beside me meanwhile, couldn’t stand still on one leg. Sandra had her dark, thick Spanish eyebrows furrowed in focus as her toes curled tightly and her thin thighs contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed, stepped in place subtly between her two feet, toes curling again when she stood in place on her thin, toned legs. Sandra’s buttcheeks were quivering slightly under the edge of her tight green micro-bikini, and I had grown a hard, massive erection in my shorts as I watched these desperate women’s silent, suffering, frantic antics. Suddenly, a precursor! An icebreaker! A release of tension! At three hours and fifteen minutes of endurance, finally, somebody, John, backed up from the boat’s edge, “take this real quick, sorry guys gotta do this” said John, very casually as he handed me the fishing rod. He proceeded, with casually grace, to reach down and remove himself from his pants as he stepped back up to the boat’s edge, cock in hand, and began pissing…LOUDLY into the water. “Oh!” Sharryl exclaimed as her hand quickly flew to her crotch, giving it a tight squeeze before quickly her hand away, stepping rapidly from foot to foot, nobody noticing however, as they were distracted with. “Oh my god!” Cassie exclaimed as she grabbed her crotch with her right hand and kept it there, as she stepped frantically from foot to foot. “Not cool, John. Oh goddddd” Cassie desperately whimpered, squeezing her bikini-clad pussy with real strength, a desperate gesture. Meanwhle Sandra was grabbing the sides of her bikini bottoms, as if ready to pull them down, as she backed up towards the edge of the boat. “Whoah, what are you doing Sandra?” asked John’s dad. “I need to pee too”, she said. Sharryl’s face winced at the word, pee. She scrunched up her face, turned away from the group, her right hand moving towards her crotch, giving it a brief, tight squeeze through her pants, her gloriously round ass shaking with the tense, frantic movements of her legs. “Yeah so do I.” said Cassie, letting go of her crotch, her face blushing red. “Well surely you girls can wait til we’re back to shore, you're grown ups.” said my dad with a chuckle. “It’s different for guys, we can face away and let loose, for a girl it’s totally inappropriate just cause of how God made us. John’s dad laughed hearing this. Cassie sighed in frustration, relegated to holding it, accepting her fate of waiting desperately for their return to shore, to their car, to the drive home, finally yanking her bikini bottoms down as she sits her big round ass on the toilet seat. “Okay, well I do not see that as fair” Sandra protested in her sexy Spanish accent. “And besides, if we’re all adults here, than I don’t see why we can’t grow up and accept that girls pee, too. Seems immature to me” “Well, first she wants to show up in a swim suit and now she wants to take it off? Well okay then everyone turn around and let her go.” John’s dad said. Sandra looked angrily at John’s dad at this comment. “Okay, well it could have just been a matter of fact type of thing, that girls pee too, and now you’ve gone and made a big deal out of nothing.” Sandra said as she stepped back and forth from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her camel-toe was tensing under this Spaniard’s tight bikini as her vagina fought back the flood of urine. “It’s been more than three hours, and eventually girls need to pee, and it’s inconsiderate of you to keep us girls here, no bathroom, and then prevent us from peeing, but if it has to made into a big deal, which is very American, than I guess I can hold it.” Sandra said. Sharryl was still holding herself, but let go of herself now, turning back to the group. Sandra looked back out over the water. Her toes curled inward. Cassie moaned in frustration, removing her hands from her crotch. “No, actually, I’m doing this, in my country when we need to pee we need to pee, and I won’t be controlled like a pet. I’m sorry, but I need to pee right now, and we’ve all been to sex ed and I frankly don't care if your American eyes see me or not” Sandra backed up to the edge of the boat and peeled down her tight bikini bottoms in one motion before everybody. Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn, in spite of ourselves, to this beautiful young Spaniard’s tight, tiny little pussy, shaved bare, save for a landing strip of pubic hair that ran along her swollen bladder’s caramel skin to her beautiful, young woman’s, wet, bulging little slit as she slid her round, teenaged little butt off the boats corner railing and let out a satisfying sigh of relief as… PISS SPLASHING into the WATER. “Oh, que rico.” Sandra uttered as she peed noisily into the water below her tight round ass, holding the rail with her hands for support. The loud splashing was apparently too much for Cassie, however, as, “Oh my god I have to pee so badly, Im sorry, I cant wait!” Cassie moaned aloud as she quickly rushed to the railing closest to her, between Sandra and myself, but as this was not the corner, Cassie struggled to find a pattern of footing that allowed her to balance herself. “Oh god!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t balance off the side and was too embarrassed to pull her bottoms down until she was confidently positioned with her butt over the edge of the boat, but she needed the corner. She was frantically trying to find a position where she could balance, but couldn’t. She frantically stuck her hand out towards me. “Alex! Please!” Cassie yelled shaking her hand out at me. “Help me balance!” I grabbed my sister’s hand and held her bodyweight balanced towards me so that she could sit over the edge of the boat and balance. Her hand tensely, tightly grabbed mine as Cassie fought to balance in a seated position, and once balanced she whimpered loudly with a childlike, strained voice, as her other hand struggled to pull her bikini bottoms to the side of her vagina, forgetting that her bikini was still on. Her free hand fought to pull her tight bikini away to the side as I got an eyeful of my step-sisters, puffy pink pussy as her hand fought to pull her bikini to the side. Her pussy finally free, my sister starts pissing a TORRENT into the water below. Cassie’s hand tensed and relaxed in perfect unison with her sighs of relief and the vibrations of her slowly deflating, female bladder. It was as if she was guiding me through an educational tutorial on the exact capacity, milliliter by milliliter as she emptied her bladder into the water below, her hand muscles in harmonious muscle contraction with her bladder contractions, pushing out Cassie’s piss. My sister kept her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, loudly exhaling “Ahhhhhhhh”s and “Oh god”s with utter relief, as I held her hand tightly to keep my dear sister balanced. Sandra was also letting out lots of sexy, Spanish sounds “oooooh”s as she voided her bladder’s contents into the water, squatting just beside Cassie with her eyes closed. I looked down at these two girls, doing their thing, two tight, pissing pussies, one a tan Spanish one with a landing strip, and Cassie’s a pale Anlgo-Saxon pink pussy, bikini still held tightly to the side with her free hand, with a slight bush. My sister’s hand gripped mine tightly for support. It was incredibly erotic, feeling my sister’s hand tense and relax as she peed, her grip gradually becoming looser and more restful as she was nearing the end of her long held piss. Cassie opened her eyes, looked into mine, just laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Thank you” she said to me, still peeing noisily. “God, I had to pee”. Sharryl meanwhile was staring longingly at these two pissing, teenaged girls with sheer envy and longing in her eyes. Her legs tense, she again turned away from the group and clutched her crotch tightly. She needed to pee, and it was so not fair that she was expected to hold it while these two girls peed loudly into the lake, moaning with relief. Sandra finished peeing first finally, and pulled herself back onto the boat before, slowly, meticulously reapplying her bikini bottom, with care and attention to detail, back over her tight, bare pussy, and around her hips. “So much better” Sandra said. And just as my sister finished peeing and let her bikini snap back over her pussy, my dad and John, cruelly began pissing off the edge of the boat. “well tis the season, I guess!” one of them quipped before we all laughed. “Oh God!” Sharryl whimpered quietly. She looked like she was about to cry, her breathing was pained and panicky, and she kept bringing her legs across her abdomen, before switching legs and doing the same. Sharryl so desperately needed to urinate, and I watched this milt’s gorgeous round ass bounce as she stepped in place whenever no one was looking. Sandra grabbed another beer from the cooler and cracked it open. Suddenly, her hands grabbed the side of her pants, was Sharryl finally gonna do it? Pull down her pants and pee? Part of me was hoping she would, she deserved the relief after holding it so long. She let go of her pants however, clearly reconsidering. She was a grown woman, she could hold it. “You guys don’t need to pee? Alex?” my dad asked me. “Im good” I lied. I could still hold on, and I somehow oddly felt like I should for empathy for Sharryl, somehow. “Sharryl?” my dad asked. “What?” whimpered Sharryl, springing up, forcing a plastered smile on her face as she addressed my dad. “Do you need to pee?” asked my dad. Point blank, what an embarrassing question! “Im fine.” Sharryl said through fake-smiling teeth. My dad grabbed the fishing rod, “let me have a spin” he said, as he cast the line out, John’s relieved dad watching beside him, starting to make small talk about rubber bait vs live bait or something or another. No you’re not, I thought to myself about Sharryl, desperately holding in her pee. Still needing to pee somewhat urgently, Im going to make this interesting, I thought to myself. I approached Sharryl from across the boat, deciding now, of all times, was my chance to make small talk with this Megyn Kelly lookalike woman who currently desperately needed to PISS like a goddamn RACEHORSE. She had her fingers inside the sides of her pants again. She was gonna do it, pull her pants down and finally peeeeeee, but then she caught me glance, saw me approaching her with a smile, she quickly let go of her pants. “So you’re new to town?” I asked with a smile. Sharryl looked longingly into my eyes, with pain in hers. She just wanted to pee, this wasn’t fair. She started stepping subtly from foot to foot as she locked her eye’s gaze with mine. “Yes, just a couple of weeks ago.” Sharryl said, looking for a moment over to the shore anxiously. Her stepping was subtle and her hands rested beside her thighs. She clearly wanted to grab herself but prevented herself from doing that in front of me. “You must work a lot, in court and out of court, with your clients, right? What do you like so much about a lawyer?” I asked, feigning ignorance about Sharryl’s desperate plight. “Well, I’ve always been good at arguing.” her voice was trailing up at the end of her sentences, sounding anxious. “and so I said, why not do it for a living?” her voice was strained, sounding like a desperate schoolgirl who needed to piss, and she was breathing loudly through clenched teeth in between talking. She couldn’t stand still either. She grabbed her pants at the sides again, ready to pull them down, but she quickly pulled her hands away again. She was trying not to show that she needed to piss like a racehorse, but was failing to conceal her need. “And sometimes you just wanna let loose, right?” I asked. “Uhhhh” Sharryl moaned at the words “let loose”, and grabbed me by the shoulders, tightly. “I’m sorry” she said, letting go, stepping from foot to foot as she reached down and squeezed herself tightly at the crotch for a loooong moment. She looked into my eyes, and I was taken aback by what I saw. “Please” she said, “I, I don’t want to do it in front of them, but I’ve never needed to pee so badly in my life. I don't know what to do.” she whispered quietly to me as she looked directly into my eyes, her desperate gaze locking with mine as she squeezed her crotch with one hand her other hand floating and tensing nearby her crotch. I looked at this damsel in distress, this beautiful blonde professional lawyer lady who’d been forced into this embarrassing situation in her work clothes. She looked so hot, but so distressed, I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but instead, I leaned in and whispered the only thing I could think to say in this heated, erotic moment, “You’re not alone, do it with me.” I said as directly in front of her, no one else paying attention, I reached down and removed by throbbing cock from my pants. In the heat of that moment, I acted with animalistic lust for this professional lady as with one quick, sweeping motion, I grabbed her free hand and forced it over into my cock making her hand touch it! With quick surprise in her eyes, not knowing fully what she was doing, she hand did what any female’s hand would naturally in that second with an aroused male directly before her. She squeezed my hard cock with her free hand for a second, feeling the girth, feeling the veins, feeling the hardness, before quickly letting go as I shoved her hand away, lest we be caught in this outrageous act, as I aimed myself off the boat’s railing and let loose, I started peeing and peeing into the water. “I cant wait!” Sharrl yelled loudly, yanking her pants down. This woman’s butt was incredibly nice, naked. She perched over the edge of the boat, but like Cassie;s predicament earlier, Sharryl couldn’t find her balance. “Whoah! Sharryl! What are you doing?!” exclaimed John’s dad as he saw Sharryl with her pants pulled down, her blonde bush on display now in front of several teenagers and two grown men, all the while I stood beside her emptying my full bladder loudly into the lake.. Professionalism had evaporated from Sharryl’s tone now. “I have to pee goddamnit!” Sharyl cried in shame and frustration as she struggled to find her footing and her balance with her beige pant suit pants and panties pulled down around her knees, a third vagina on display this afternoon. “aghh!” She yelled. She didn’t know what to do, the railing and height of this boat made it nearly impossible for a woman to balance on the edge with he butt far enough out to successfully pee. Cassie had struggled earlier, and now Sharryl’s blonde haired pussy was starting to leak as her face was inflamed with blushing, red, embarrassment. Everyone turned away from Sharryl’s struggle, not quite believing it. “Please help me!” she pleaded with me as I continued peeing, cock in hand. “How?!” I asked, not knowing what to do, but before she or I could say another word, she grabbed me with her hands on my back, just below my shoulder blades and attempted to use my body for balance support, however this meant she had to center herself in front of me for real balance and so without asking, without knowing what else to do, and me not knowing what to say, Sharryl quickly centered herself in front of me, her hands gripping my back for support, as my torrent of urine continued streaming below her and below the railing, into the water below. Directly in front of me, her gaze meeting mine, still clutching my back to hold herself balanced over the railing’s edge, and so having no free hands to hold herself Sharryl whimpered the shaky, high-pitched whimper of a little girl, as her blonde pussy issued a rocket-ship-like TORRENT of hot, girl pee, just below her pulled down pants, STRAIGHT ONTO MY HARD, PISSING COCK! “Oh god, I’m sorry!” Sharryl whimpered as she continued to PISS UNCONTROLLABLY right onto my dick! her urine splashing off of my engorged shaft for like THREE SECONDS! It took every ounce of strength I had not to grab this woman behind her back and pull her tight, pissing cunt right onto my hardened shaft. But Sharryl quickly shimmied her butt over the railing as her stream SPLASHED against mine, creating a cascading wall of urine that splashed into the water below. “WHOAH! What’s going on with the two of you?!!!” My dad yelled, as everyone turned and saw the sight of Sharrly holding me on both sides behind my back, both of us peeing in loud harmony with each other. “I couldn’t hold it, and I couldn’t balance” was all Sharryl managed to say, looking back over my shoulders at a bunch of appalled looking eyeballs. “I’m sorry, it just feels so good to be peeing. Please give me a minute to finish” Sharryl said, closing her eyes. I looked down at this woman’s pissing pussy, a firehose-like torrent escaping from her blonde-haired slit. I so so so badly wanted to just plunge straight forward and upward and shove my hardened cock into Sharryl, but that was just teenaged hormonal lust whispering dirty impulses to my brain. Sharryl’s grip on my back tightened and softened as this lady peed and peed. Her vagina was beautiful and so was her face, her mouth hanging wide open, letting out her long restrained, “AHHHHHHH”s and later, towards the end of her blissful peeing a “so much better”. “Well I couldn’t balance, either, I know how she feels” said Cassie, and everyone burst out laughing with comic relief. There came a moment where I was done peeing, but Sharryl was still going steady, still holding me for balance. Her hands were slowly slipping from my back, however. She opened her eyes and looked at me as I grabbed myself. Her eyes went down to my penis unabashedly as I struggled to tuck my hardened member into my pants. Sharryl was still peeing. “Please grab me” she whispered, her grip slipping more. I grabbed Sharryl’s arms, holding her balanced, her grip on my back relaxing now as she continued to pee into the water. This woman really had to go, I thought. Her blonde pussy just kept pissing. She looked me in the eyes again. “Thank you.” She said, now looking a little bit ashamed, as her relief brought back her awareness of where she was and what she was doing. No one else seemed to care any more, but she laughed as her gaze met mine again. “I really needed to pee, thank you for helping me” she chuckled as I continued to hold this woman balanced over the railing. Finally her stream trailed off to a trickle for another ten-fifteen seconds, before dying off. “Pull me in” she said, as I pulled her back in from over the water, her shimmying her buttcheecks forward on the rail. Just when I thought the whole episode was over, still incredibly turned on, she said “Thank you” once more, pulled her underwear and pants back up and brought her lips to my ear. “Gorgeous cock” she whispered very quietly as she walked past me to join the others again after her embarrassing ordeal. She and I didn’t acknowledge anything erotic or unusual between each other for the rest of the fishing trip, though, and now that we had all peed, everyone was much more relaxed. Finally we went back to shore after another half hour or so. I saw Sharryl once or twice more with John’s dad after that, but we again never acknowledged anything about that fateful fishing outing. Soon she stopped dating John’s dad and that was it for me ever seeing her again, but I still enjoy a good self-sufficiency session remembering these gorgeous bursting ladies, and especially the feeling of having a woman in her thirties forced, by circumstance to PISS onto my hardened, teenaged cock. What a day it was to remember.
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  45. Brushing my teeth always makes me need to pee. In the mornings I’m not usually dressed so I just pee in the sink while brushing. Otherwise I’ll just leak into my clothes. It’s actually quite annoying.
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  46. It's called "the Bus Stop Queue" I believe... it's one of her earlier vids.
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  47. I almost never pee in the shower. I hate peeing anywhere other than a toilet. I usually pee before I get in the shower, but sometimes when I have a full, bulging bladder, I’ll use the shower to torture my bladder, putting the removable head on the high-power setting and spraying my bulge. I rarely leak when I do that, and it’s extremely hot, so I wouldn’t want to pee away an erotic opportunity like that in the shower.
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