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  1. So I saw this on Youtube and don't recall seeing it here before: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbU-S2MUneI Seems like special modest trousers for peeing. I find a skirt is pretty modest already but hey, could be fun? Someone has apparently invented a tent: And a longer video with more description: I hope they realize these trousers would also be good for fucking... 😉 One more: Like bend me over, unzip me and my trousers don't have to come off? Perfect for a mid-cross country ski trip fuck in the snow.
    8 points
  2. Hi Friends, Check out a new short film I just recently stumbled upon about a girl trying to find a place to pee at the beginning of the pandemic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPR7yAACJLQ&t=1 Note: I'm purposefully NOT posting the name of the film here so it will not show in google search results. Please extend the same courtesy and do not leave weird comments on the video, these are just normal people!
    5 points
  3. Chapter 239 Megan Coming downstairs and finding Liam gone without any idea where he is scares me. What was said on the phone call that he refused to talk about? Has he gone to secretly meet someone? Was it Lauren wanting money? Has he left to do something silly? Given what my own mam did while I was at home last month my anxiety is all over the place as I look everywhere in the house for any clue as to where Liam could be. Finding his phone I long to look through his contacts and texts and call history, but not knowing his code I toss the phone on the couch in frustration. It’s out of character for him and I only went upstairs because I thought I heard Yasmin and then I laid beside her for a bit to rest and think. So much has been going on and I just needed a little head space. Surely he should have said where he was going though? The argument when he returns is awful and we both say things I know we regret. We’re stressed, upset, and under pressure, and the only safe person we have to take it out on is each other. I try telling myself he didn’t mean it but when Liam shouts that I’m clearly as ill as my mam I crumble. That’s my worse fear is to inherit her mental instability in the sane way I seem to have inherited her love of lists and her gift at multitasking. How can I look after Yasmin if that’s the case? Mam never sees her own illness so maybe I do have it too? Even when things settle and Liam brings down Yasmin I can’t help but still chew on those unhealthy and destructive thoughts in my mind. “Would you like to go for a walk Megan? I was thinking it might help us both. There’s a lovely path down by the river. We could be back in an hour or so?” I nod, though I am worried about Yasmin getting hungry as she had so little for her lunch. As Yasmin finishes her milk Liam goes and gets her buggy ready and I change her nappy and open a packet of soft cheesy crisps for her to have a few as a treat before we leave. Liam fills some bottles from his aunt’s kitchen with water and adds them to the basket under the buggy seat as it’s such a lovely day and I tuck the blanket over Yasmin as we go to leave. “We’ll need to be back for dinner Liam. Yasmin will be hungry soon. She didn’t have much for lunch.” “There’s a brilliant chip shop on the way back. I used to go to it on the way back from town or after football a lot. The Chip Den. Never had chips like them. You’d love them.” “Sounds delicious but I haven’t got enough money. Really wish I had though.” “I’ll be right back!” I carefully hump the buggy down the front stairs and wait for Liam to return. He waves a £20 note in my face smiling. “Where did you get that from?” “Aunt Ella’s secret hiding place. She always kept a little cash hidden in case the window clearer suddenly came or the bin cleaners. I just suddenly remembered there. She won’t be needing it for them now will she? She’d have wanted us to have it, I’m sure.” “As long as you’re sure?” I have no idea where I’m going as I follow Liam down a few side roads until I see a small sign for the river Dee. We head off the pavement and down a lane as the fresh air makes me feel so much better and calmer. “It’s lovely down here at this time of year. It can be muddy in winter and it’s not very well lit on the dark nights but in spring and summer it’s perfect. People come here to watch the river for hours you know.” I look around seeing the path broaden ahead and even spotting what looks like some sort of band stand. Before we get that far Liam suggests sitting on a bench for a bit as he puts his arm around me and we watch a small cruise ship passing with some smaller peddle boats looking tiny in its wake and a solo canoe in the distance. It’s such a far cry from Bangor as Yasmin tries waving to the boats happily from the comfort of her buggy. It’s late afternoon but such a glorious spring day that Liam reaches into the bottom of the buggy and passes me a bottle of water, taking one for himself too. I pull the hood of the buggy over Yasmin to protect her from the sun as we sit happily watching river life for a while. “I’m sorry about earlier Megan. I said some awful things that I really regret.” “Me too. Do you think things will ever get easier for us?” “I would like to think so. Once my aunt’s house sells and it’s all sorted and we can buy somewhere nice for us I think life will be much better. I don’t think I’ll ever be employee of the year with your brother or even brother in law of the month for that matter after we’re married, but hopefully when the dust settles and your family sees that I love you and Yasmin and I am able to look after you both then maybe things will be easier.” “And Lauren?” “I would rather never see her ever again, as you know, but when the baby is born we can hopefully come to some arrangement. I don’t think she’ll be too happy about me being in Ireland but I will fight to see my child every way possible. You understand that don’t you?” “Of course I do. I really will miss this place you know. Your aunt’s lovely house, meeting Paul and Cara and little Joshua, and Gareth and Matilda and seeing your aunt’s church. Back home I’d have been at Saint Mary’s all this week for Holy Week. Today would have been significant as its spy Wednesday.” “I’ve honestly never heard of that one? You sure you’re not making this up?” “Not at all. It’s named after Judas Iscariot who was one of Jesus’s disciples who went on to betray him. My dad always said it was a warning to us all. If even Jesus could trust someone who wasn’t really for him after all then we all can too. He was wary of everyone though. We weren’t allowed friends round to play and forbidden to talk about home to anyone. I guess dad thought everyone was a Judas.” “Sounds too like Lauren Bennet to me. She wouldn’t know the truth if it slapped her in the face.” I finish my bottle of water and put the empty bottle back under the buggy as I suddenly look at Liam taking in what he’s just said. “Do you think she could really be a Judas? Maybe she’s not actually pregnant or maybe it’s not yours? Would she really be that deceitful?” “Oh God she’s a Judas alright. You’ve met her so I’d of thought that was obvious. Why did Judas betray his friend then? Was there a reason?” “Money.” “Oh God! That explains a lot! That’s what everything has always been about with Lauren! She only dated me as she thought I was going somewhere as a footballer and I’d earn good money. She only wanted to marry me as she wanted her parents money spent on her and now this.” He turns to me smiling. “I really need to read more of that Bible your priest gave me you know. I never knew there were stories like that in it. So what else goes on in this Holy week then?” We stand up and begin walking again towards the band stand and alongside the lazy but lovely river as I tell Liam all about Holy week and the traditions I’ve kept all my life. By the time we finally reach the chip shop he mentioned I’m not just hungry but I’m also wishing I hadn’t drank quite as much water as the chip shop is clearly only a take away place and the splashing of the boats on the river reminds me I must get back home for the bathroom. As long as we keep walking back while we eat I should be fine. At least I hope so anyway.
    5 points
  4. I thought I'd share a little experience from last week. At work I normally limit my coffee intake in the afternoon, particularly later on, as due to my small bladder I end up getting desperate for a pee on my way home. However, this day I had been trying to focus on something at work and I was a bit fatigued, so I made myself a coffee to help me stay awake. I didn't really notice the time. I continued to focus on my work, sipping my coffee, when I realised that it was a lot later than I thought, and still had over half a cup of coffee. I drank it down, with some misgivings about my bladder capacity, as I finished up the work. There was at this point about half an hour left before it was time to go home. Having had the coffee so late in the afternoon, and being aware of my small bladder capacity, I made sure to go to the toilet as I was leaving the office. I was a bit worried, but said to myself that I'd be fine since I'd completely emptied myself as I was leaving. I walked home that day. It was uneventful at first but after only three-quarters of a mile my bladder made itself aware to me. Not so much crying for relief, just an awareness that I was starting to fill up. I decided to walk a bit faster. Not many minutes later, after one mile, I was now seriously questioning my judgement in having that coffee. I was definitely getting a fairly urgent need to pee and knew I would be desperate by the time I got home. As I walked I could feel my bladder heavy in my belly. I had to walk carefully; it felt like it could spill over at any time. I kept going but before long I felt a momentary spurt in my underwear. Not enough to soak through but still, it was a warning to keep holding tight. After a mile and a half I felt some more pee spill out. I could feel the warm wetness in my briefs. In only a short distance I would be passing by the house where a lady friend of mine lived, and thought of calling in there to use her toilet. But as I neared the house I decided against it; the urge had gone slightly, it would be embarrassing to ask her for the toilet, and I would not visit her unannounced anyway in case her adult son was visiting. Anyway, not much further to go now so I was sure I would be OK. But as I continued the urgency came back. Now at nearly two miles I had leaked another couple of times, still not too much but enough that my underwear was well soaked. I pass another lady friend's house and again think of calling in to use her toilet. But she always likes to hug me tightly on meeting and I knew my bladder would not be able to take the pressure and would release its contents over the both of us, which would be beyond embarrassing. So I pushed on. With only a quarter of a mile to go I really did not think I would make it. I was bent over as I walked, with my whole mind focussed on holding my bladder. I felt a longer spurt escape, and this time I could feel the pee trickling down my legs. Fortunately it was dark, and I had dark trousers, so nothing was too noticeable. I kept walking feeling pee dripping down as I went. As I approached the house I knew this would be the most difficult time. As I got to the front door I was leaking repeatedly, feeling pee dribbling down my legs. As soon as I was in I rushed to the toilet, unzipping as I went, As I reached in to bring my dick out I felt warm pee spurting over my hand and the warm flood between my legs as it started gushing uncontrollably. I finally got myself out and liberally sprayed the wall and floor before I could get properly aimed at the toilet. The relief was almost orgasmic, I could sense my bladder deflating like a balloon as the stream thundered down into the toilet. Afterwards I surveyed the damage. I was pretty soaked to the knees, but the black trousers meant it didn't show too much. Needing to go out to the shops for something I just went out in my wet clothes safe in the knowledge that the wetness was not obvious, particularly in the darkness outside. As I walked to the shops I could feel the wet trousers growing cold against my thighs. I'll think twice before having coffee in the afternoon next time!
    4 points
  5. https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph612ddd68a60f0 Girl wets her blue panties. Nudity warning: She takes panties off on end of video
    4 points
  6. Latina wets her jeans while doing the dishes. Anybody able to get a higher quality? I don’t recognize this as anything on the DNP list but if I’m wrong feel free to delete. https://thisvid.com/videos/latina-housewife-pee-herself/
    4 points
  7. me trimmed.mov wow! that felt good💦
    3 points
  8. The day before yesterday I was working at home in one piece overalls, dark blue unfortunately so no pics I'm afraid. Anyway, we had some post to go and the Post Office here in Rural France opens 9 a.m. to 11.45 - 5 days a week so, as it was after 11 a.m at the time I thought I would just walk down in my overalls. The problem is that I often wet these overalls when I am working in the garden for example so I was tempted of course. I took the letters and went out. There are stone steps to the front door of the house and so I sat down on the bottom step and just wet myself sitting there. I ended up with a relatively small but clear wet patch at the front and a round patch on my bottom. As I stood up some pee ran down my legs so that my overalls were wet more than halfway down the back of my legs. This was a little more than I expected but what the heck? I walked to the Post Office, about half a mile away, and on the way met a couple of people who I don't know but greeted them as we passed. In the Post Office I was the only customer and as the lady behind the counter was stamping my mail the door behind me opened and in walked a neighbour with her dog. I had to stand at the counter while I paid the charges so the neighbour would have been able to see the wet patches on my bottom and legs. She is quite observant so I would expect that she would have noticed the wet marks, what conclusion she reached I have no idea, she said nothing. She lives along the same road as me so I said I would wait while she posted her mail and walk back with her. When she had finished we walked back together chatting generally, I felt that I could pee again so knowing it wouldn't be that much I let it dribble out as we walked. It felt very naughty and daring but exciting at the same time. I went back to the work I was doing with a wet patch between my legs and worked until they dried about half an hour later. Stay wet'n;happy, Roger.
    3 points
  9. Chapter 240 Liam There’s something uniquely special about walking down by the river with Megan. This was, for a long time, my go to place to calm and chill and settle my anger as I watched the goings on on the water whatever the weather or time of year. Showing Megan the small open cruise boat that’s so popular with tourists and the numerous peddle boats and kayaks as we sit on a bench watching takes me right back to my childhood as I wonder what it might be like out on the river with little Yasmin pointing out fish and boats and buildings. It’s so good to be talking with Megan again as if our earlier argument never happened as she tells me about her faith and some things from the Bible as we walk. I smell the tempting aroma from the Chip Den before we even get there and my lips moisten in anticipation. It’s such a beautiful calm and warm early evening and it feels so liberating to be outside to eat for a change. Ordering two fish suppers and two drinks I leave Megan holding the food and the little wooden forks and drinks while I push the buggy. It seems such a shame to go all the way back to Westminster Road to my aunt’s house and risk the food getting cold so I pull the buggy to a stop beside a bench, put on the brakes and sit down. The tourist boat has just emptied out again and looking back I can see a queue already firming at the Chip Den and I smile thinking what good timing we had. “You’re in for a treat Megan. I just hope this as as good as I remember. I’m so looking forward to it.” “Would it not be easier to eat at home?” “I thought it might be nicer to eat here. Yasmin’s enjoying watching the boats and the chips will be much hotter if we eat them now.” Megan sits beside me and carefully passes me one of the suppers and a bottle of juice as I rip the paper open and fish out a chip. “Magic! Every bit as good as I remember. Don’t worry I’ll share with Yasmin once they cool a bit.” Megan suggests pulling the buggy nearer so we can both share with her sister and I happily agree. To my delight Yasmin seems every bit as thrilled at the food as I am, though I notice Megan seems quiet. “You don’t like it?” “No. It’s lovely. Honestly. It’s not the food. It’s just…I was kind of hoping we’d eat at home because I need the loo! Looking out at the water isn’t really helping either.” “Can you wait until we’ve finished now? There’s nowhere here at all open with a bathroom, not now it’s after 5:30 anyway. I didn’t realise honey. Can you wait a bit?” “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll be fine. This really is lovely food and you’re right; It would have gotten way too cold if we’d walked all the way back to your aunt’s. Don’t worry about it. Yasmin’s really enjoying it too. The fish is so soft and easy for her to chew too.” Now she’s mentioned it though I genuinely can’t stop thinking about it as her every move, every noise, every action makes me now wonder if it’s due to her needing to pee or something else. Despite having wrapped food on my knee I can also feel my erection growing too, though out on a public pathway I’m keen to keep that from being noticed. “My mum used to bring me down here as a boy. It was a much further walk from where we lived but in the summer she’d save up and take us on the peddle boats. She was rubbish at steering but we had such a fun time. This area is always busy in summer. Maybe we can come back at some point, what do you think?” “That sounds lovely. I bet that little cruise does well too. I can’t believe the amount of people getting on at this time on a Wednesday night! I guess the schools are off for Easter though which helps.” “It’s a great little run on the boat. I wish I had the money to take you both on it tonight. Yasmin would love it! I think it’s about half an hour but some of them go further. I’m sure some even go as far as Wales.” “I’d happily go on it tonight if they had a ladies on board.” “Sorry babe. You needing to go bad? I’ll try and eat this a bit quicker for you.” Megan looks around checking there’s no-one close by before looking at me and winking. “It’s ok. I’ve had plenty practice holding my bladder recently. Especially since meeting you. In fact the very first time we even met that’s exactly what I was doing.” I can’t help but find her comment a big turn on as I think back to the launderette in the side street in Bangor and the way I watched Megan squirming on a plastic chair. I lean over and kiss her cheek and smile at her whispering back to her and hoping she isn’t too embarrassed. “It was a huge turn on back then and I won’t deny its every bit as much of a turn on right now too. But I won’t keep you here. I will eat up quickly don’t worry.” Seeing her blush is amazing and exciting as I can’t help wondering if she’s actually enjoying holding her bladder and mentioning it to me every bit as much as I’m loving knowing about it. Just to tease me even more she opened her bottle of juice and winks as she takes a long drink right beside me. Just imagining what affect this will have on her body is making me twitch with need but I don’t want this to stop. Casually I feed Yasmin a little more battered fish and have some myself as I notice Megan isn’t hurrying her meal either. God I love this woman and her bursting bladder! For all our struggles right now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than sitting by the river Dee with Megan Murphy as she’s desperate for a pee! We’ve still got at least 20 minutes walk back too and I’m hoping she might even let me watch her go when we get back. Just the thought has me rock hard and so horny that I drink my own juice to try and calm myself down!
    3 points
  10. Hi ya, wetting myself right now at the breakfast table. Feeling it dripping down my lap, tickling while running it between my legs down to the chair wetting my bottom, also making it towards my knees, giving me the feeling of wetness. Listening to Lydia Lunch🤷‍♀️ Love Dickies so much, specially when wet💖
    3 points
  11. WetLexie / MessyLexie has made a few. They're much harder to find, but they do exist. Obviously scat warning here for anyone not interested in that stuff. https://www.scatshop.com/girls/messylexi/
    3 points
  12. I don't have a wetting video but I found one of a middle eastern girl popping a squat. Girl peeing publicly.mp4
    3 points
  13. I just tried wetting my snow pants for the first time Monday! Being able to sneakily pee leak a little pee mid-ski-run or while shoveling snow sounds great. Not wanting to risk trialing it for the first time in front of other people, I decided to give it a go on a day I was already planning to do laundry. To make it a proper test, I wore only underwear under my snow pants. I've had these pants for ages -- they're actually a children's extra-large -- and they're not much to look at. They've basically baggy gray overalls with a slippery inner liner. I settled down on a deck chair outside and slowly started to let my bladderful if pee loose. The first gush warmed my crotch but nothing showed on the outside of the pants. The second leak showed as a few dark spots at my crotch. Once I let my pee flow freely, though, it quickly soaked through my seat and began spattering to the ground under my deck chair. I stood up and felt hot piss waterfall down my legs. If I was wearing ski boots, I'd be standing in twin lakes. By the end, my butt was soaked and dark gray. Smaller patches of dampness adorned the back of my thighs. I've attached pics of the snow pants and the underwear I wore beneath them. It's pretty clear these won't hide an accident, so I probably won't be having any sneaky public pee fun in them this winter. But hey, maybe this is the excuse I need to pick up a nicer pair?
    3 points
  14. Here's a rip. MILF Wets The Bed.mp4
    3 points
  15. Some of the best wetting videos are the ones that are unexpected. They might be unexpected because the model we are working with legitimately can’t hold on any longer, or something unplanned happens. And sometimes, a model will send us a video that they made on their own. This video comes to us from Alisha, who filmed it at home on her own. Needing to pee, and being in a kinky mood, she filmed herself on here phone wetting her jeans in the bathroom. She sent the resulting video to us, to share with all of you.
    2 points
  16. (Fictional) So, you’ll never guess how bizarre my experience was telling my girlfriend Emilia my feelings. So, we’re both girls and she was always talking about how much she liked this guy or that guy or who knows what. Yet, when push came to shove and said guys ever tried to make a move on her, she’d reject them without a blink. She’s beautiful you see, I mean you look at her and think she should go into modelling, and we know how competitive that is. To me she was my best friend, someone I really connected with. She is smart, cunning, beautiful, err… See, I had a crush on her for years at this point but we’d been friends since high school and I never heard her once mention being into girls unless it was in a fake sorta “girl crush celebrity crush” thing. I didn’t want to risk messing up our friendship since she’s probably not into girls. But, there were moments where I wondered if just maybe she felt the same. The glint in her eye when we’d be talking for hours, the way that she laughed at my jokes that no one else did. This story took place when we were both 19 and freshmen at the same University. And of course, here we were again, talking about- “BOYS! am I right?” she said throwing her head back in laughter. “He should just give it up” I laughed. If you’re curious about how we look I’ll give you a quick description. My name’s Amanda, I’m 5’6, slim build, I have curly long blonde hair and a few small light freckles around my nose. I have light blue eyes and have been told I’m “crazy girly,” So that’s me lol. Amelia is about the same height as me, slim build, has gorgeous long brown hair that she curls the bottom of, light brown eyes, and is girly too but doesn’t wear dresses everyday like I do. Anyways, back to the story. Then the bell rang and it was time to go home. Amelia said she would come over to my place to study Chemistry together. She was quite a bit better at it than me so I of course was in. As we were about to leave the school Amelia stopped walking for a second. “Actually, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom for a sec, all that lemonade went right through me." It had been a pretty hot day earlier. We did indeed drink quite a lot of water and juice to stay hydrated. Now it was about 5:30p.m. and a nice cool breeze had picked up making the temperature rather perfect. I just stood outside the doors and enjoyed it. A moment later Amelia returned, “darn, they’re being cleaned right now.” “You could probably just go in anyways.” I said. “It’s okay, I’ll wait till we’re at your place.” she said. Funny enough, Amelia was a bit shy when it came down to it, so it’s not unlike her to not want to disturb someone just doing their job cleaning. We began our 30 minute walk to my student residence. I lived in a small house I rented with 3 other students. They were all on exchange programs right now so I had the place to myself for a while. After about 5 minutes of walking I noticed Amelia was sort of gripping the front of her shirt every so often and walking a little strange. I’ve always fantasized about omorashi practically as long as I can remember. So I couldn’t help myself but wonder and asked. “You alright?” “Hmm?” she said. “You’re just walking a little weirdly, did you hurt your foot or something?” She laughed a little. “No no, honestly I just really need to pee. I didn’t realize how bad it was. Haven’t had to go this bad in forever.” “We could go back if you’d like?” I offered (secretly hoping she’d say no). “It’s fine, we’re already on our way. I can hold it.” she said. We continued talking about our days at school, we took different courses so our schedules were completely different. I noticed that the more minutes that passed the more erratic her breathing became and she began to stutter just a little every so often. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly hot and aroused. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted this moment to last longer and kept stealing glances at her trying not to make it obvious that I was pretty much staring. I notice her inching her hands downwards as if trying to resist holding herself in front of me and people we were walking by. She was trying to act normal, how cute I thought. About ten minutes from my place she stood still and crossed her legs suddenly and her face went a bit red. I turned and looked at her. “You okay, Emilia?” “Sorry, I just needed to cross my legs. Fuck, I need to go pee.” she said. “We’re almost there” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently stroked her arm. She looked up at me and I smiled at her. She collected herself and took a deep breath. “Okay, I can make it," she said. I was going crazy inside. I couldn’t help it, I basically loved this girl and here she was playing out my biggest fantasy. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t clear my mind of all the things I wanted to do with her right now. We walked even slower to try and make it easier for her moving her legs less. We got to my front porch after 10 minutes and she stood at the base of the three steps leading up to my front door. “…just.. give me a sec.” she said. She bent over and took a couple more deep breaths. She stood up as straight as she could and walked very slowly up the steps and stood beside me. All I wanted was for this to last longer, to pretend I forgot my keys maybe. But I also didn’t want her to be in discomfort longer than needed if she’s suffering or something. I took out my keys and began fumbling with them to grab the right one. I looked at her and noticed she was holding herself bluntly now and bent over a bit staring at my hands as I put the key into the lock and turned it. She began to dance just a little on the spot and bent her head down as I opened the door. It was so fucking cute, I must have been red as well. I was about to open the door when she did her best to stand up and looked right into my eyes and said. “I really don’t know if I can make it inside Amanda,” she looked so sad. I could see tears welling up in her eyes just a little. And she was not one to cry, I mean barely ever have I seen her shed a tear in all these years. “You can, it’s just a few more steps.” I said. “I really can’t, if I move I think it’ll start coming out,” she said, her voice a little shaky. I guess I really just couldn’t hold back after she said that.” “Want me to help?” I asked. “You could lean on me or something.” (I really was wishing I could help in another way though.) She looked at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a little nod. I just stood there for a second. Mesmerized. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The girl I was helplessly in love with standing in front of me, looking right into my eyes, desperate and unable to hold it in well enough to walk. I seriously couldn’t move either for that moment, it was a bit of a long moment though so she eventually began to look a little puzzled at me while beginning to dance just a little again. “Amanda?” She asked. “Sorry- I just uhhh…” I put my hand out slowly on her shoulder again and gently stroked down her arm to her hand. I noticed her face go redder. She crossed her legs together tightly and took my hand into hers and held it firmly. She looked at me with a pained glance. And that was all I could take. I walked right up to her and looked into her eyes and began moving in slowly to kiss her. Really slowly to see if she’d pull back or try to stop me. But instead she closed her eyes and moved in and kissed me right then. She gripped my hand even tighter and we began kissing passionately and I put my hand around her back and held gently onto her hair as we kept kissing. I noticed her body moving a bit erratically as we kissed and wondered how she was doing with that situation still. I tried to look down out of the corner of my eye and noticed her legs shaking a little and her free hand holding herself tightly digging her fingers right in to her jeans to hold on. I pulled back for a moment and without saying anything I opened the door and helped her step inside and closed the door behind us. I turned around to see her still standing right by me, unable to move from holding herself and crossing her legs. Even so, she was still staring at me smiling a little and took one hand to pull me back to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly so her back was facing the wall. Then I led her backwards and pressed her against it. I looked at her and began kissing her again suddenly and moved my right hand off her shoulder and moved it slowly down her side and over her butt and rested it there for a moment. God her body is hot. I felt back up and squeezed her boob. She let out a slight moan. My hand wondered right to her crotch where her other hand was holding firmly. I began to try and put my hand under hers and heard her whimper a little with concern. I looked at her and once my hand was under hers I held her as firmly as she had been. She breathed out in relief and I saw her relax just a little with my help. This was all so surreal, I could not believe it was happening. I began rubbing my hand slowly up and down and she began moaning so softly into my ear. I used my other hand to unbutton her jeans and zip them down. She moaned out louder as my finger unzipping the zipper went over and pressed her bladder softly. I looked at her. “Can I take these off?” She nodded and I could tell she was bracing herself and I took my hand away from holding her crotch. I then quickly pulled her jeans down over her hips and slid them down to her ankles where she slowly and carefully stepped out of them. I quickly opened the sofa bed just a few feet away and led her slowly over to it. She held onto herself the whole time and sat down on the sofa. I got on top of it beside her and gently laid her backwards and she shifted up so she was completely on it lying down now. Still holding herself and whimpering just a little. I could tell she was in a lot of discomfort. I laid beside her and put one arm under her head, holding her to me slightly. I then stroked down her body with my other hand and lightly over her bladder. She winced. I tried to move her hand away from her crotch but she wouldn’t let go. “I’m going to wet myself if I do that…” she said worriedly. I began to kiss her again and as I did slowly maneuvered my hand under her holding her firmly again at first but as we continued kissing I very slowly reduced my firm hold and began stroking her over her panties. For a moment she seemed to give in and started kissing me harder and moaning louder. Then she suddenly squeezed her legs together tightly and I felt the smallest damp spot on her panties. She pulled back. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it if you do that.” “It’s okay, just relax.” I said, seeing the pained expression on her face. I doubt it was easy for her to stop herself there, it probably hurt a little. I kissed her again and gently tried spreading her legs. She wasn’t moving them at first and I started to just press on her clit and stroke her with her legs closed. She was shaking just a little and moaning as she put her hand around my back and dug her nails in a little. I then put my hand under her panties gently, avoiding her bladder, and tried to move my fingers down. She moaned louder and opened her legs finally to allow my hand to touch directly on her clit. I began rubbing it and she gasped. She clenched her legs together. I whispered “It’s okay, relax Amelia.” as I used my arm to press on her bladder a little. She dug her nails harder into my back. “-but…” I pressed harder on her bladder and pushed at her legs with my hand. She opened them and I immediately started stroking her clit fast and with more pressure. I felt her body tense fiercely under me as she moaned out. I cut her moan short as I kissed her hard and I felt her body relax under me as she released her nails from my back. I felt it right away, she started peeing right on my hand as I continued stroking her. She pulled away from my kiss and started moaning so loudly and smiling with relief. I kept rubbing her clit as I felt her stream strong against my fingers and not seeming to ever end. When she finally stopped peeing, she continued moaning and I kept up my pace. She held onto the bed with both her hands and dug in her fingers. “I’m cumming!” she said. I saw her stomach clench and relax as she moaned out so loud I thought the neighbours might hear. I just stared at her as she orgasmed, I couldn’t help it. I stop and leaned in, kissing her once more. We lay there in silence for a moment. “What just happened?” she finally said, smiling and laughing a little. “Well, I’d been meaning to tell you…” I said, laughing myself. “I kinda guessed. I feel the same way about you, I just suck at saying anything,” she smiled. And that’s how we found out we liked each other. We’ve had many more amazing experiences together since and we’re still together. Funny enough, she later told me she had never had a pee fetish before but that day had changed everything for her. *note: I didn't really proof read this so hopefully the grammar is okay. If you have any story requests let me know! Any feedback is appreciated, lmk what you think of this story ^.^
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  17. Wetting my sweatpants. Had to go pretty badly. U see the shorts i had on in the pic. I hope u like it. Dringend.mp4
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  18. Ever since I did my hold the other day, I can’t stop thinking about doing another one. Should I?
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  19. The "need to pee bad" feeling is quite exciting, and it's what many of the people here strive for. But not all of them can hold so much for so long as you can! We'd like to have that urgent feeling for hours, but in my case I'd start to pee my pants too soon. 😉
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  20. Hi guys, sorry for the wait. Im naturally a slow writer but had some tech issues. Nothing quite like losing your writing to kill your motivation, the second version never feels as good as the original. But I hope you all enjoy it! Chapter 6: Downhill from here. Sliding her wet stockings from her legs, Demi felt her skin tingle with elicit energy. Her and India’s romp in the cupboard enough to dissipate the tension of the last day, but apparently not enough to rid her of the intense need and anticipation of what the future would bring for her. Her chest filled with excitement and head full of all the fantasies she had thought up since developing this kink. A kink that she never thought she would find someone to share with, but she had really hit the jackpot with India, the beautiful half dressed woman eyeing her from across the room apparently more than happy to indulge this side of her life. Towelling down her legs she couldn’t help but think of how she would likely have been doing this today, even if she had been at home. Her plans going out the window, but somehow reaching the same wet conclusion. Although the dull ache still coming from her bladder was reminding her of just how far she had gone this time, reaching limits she would have thought impossible for her. It seemed all she needed was some suitable ruby haired incentive to reach the levels she had dreamed of. Well, that and the possibility of being fired. Pulling up the business slacks she had seen earlier, she was once again glad of Jessies preparedness when packing. Although with a day still to go anything could happen, she might have to resort to wearing her gym clothes on the way back, but without a full bladder they should be comfortable enough. Inspecting the bottom of her white shirt she could see where it had gotten wet. Tucked into her trousers it had not escaped the torrent that had burst out of her, the bottom of it transparent and still wet. Changing out of it she left it hanging over the chair, unlike her dress and pants which were completely drenched, she could probably get away with wearing that tomorrow if she needed it. With only one other shirt she may not be able to be picky, depending on what the rest of the day might entail. Buttoning herself up a fresh shirt she grabbed her jacket and proceeded out to the main room, Sally and Becca finishing up drying the floor. The mop bucket almost overflowing with liquid as they squeezed the groups giant puddle into it. Walking through there was somewhat of an awkward silence amongst the group now, unsure of what to say or do. They had all lost control of their bladders in a rather spectacular fashion, not that they could blame themselves given the situation. But unlike Demi, for them this was humiliating. “Where is Lena?” Demi whispered to Jessie who was now dressed in rather more figure-hugging clothes, her tight slacks wrapping around her curves and purple pastel shirt barely containing her breasts. It wasn’t the most professional look with one too many buttons undone, but knowing her housemate well, she was probably trying to feel sexy or at least feminine given what had happened. It was her coping mechanism that she had seen many times, as if convincing herself that she was still attractive, even if she had just pissed herself. Not that Demi could think of a more alluring thing to do, the glistening wetness of her legs, desperate groans and... “Power is back on so she went to take a call now she can charge her phone.” Jessie nodded towards the corner, their boss sitting with her legs tightly crossed over one another. “But she said be ready to continue this at 11, especially now the powers on.” Jessie concluded, snapping Demi out of it. “If the power is on, does that mean people are on their way?” Sally asked excitedly. “God I hope so, I am dying of thirst but I don’t…” Jessie trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she looked down at the brush she was using to sweep up after the mop. The memories still fresh in everyone’s minds and none of them wanting a repeat performance. “Yeah I hear you. But I’m sure they will be here soon, they said morning and it is almost afternoon.” Demi said, trying to cheer up Jessie and glad to see her shrug in agreement. “Besides, I haven’t finished the product categories, so if you wouldn’t mind not hoping too hard for time to fly by.” “Well you have 20 minutes” Jessie said smiling, Demi always the forgetful one. By some small miracle, 20 minutes later the binder was full of scrawled notes, rough summaries of functions and all sorts of random phrases that she hoped would still make sense to her in the presentation. Clicking the binder closed she leant back, sipping the cup of coffee India had brought her. Her Co-worker handing over the cup with a wink that she wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad sign, but given the disturbed sleep she figured her other needs were more important. Plus, having just peed for the first time in a day and a half, she figured she could handle one coffee. “Alright then, shall we try this again and this time lets try and act a little more adult, should we.” Lena said harshly, sitting down in her chair and placing a pitcher of water on the table while sipping from yet another cup of coffee. Blushing the women looked anywhere but towards her as she reminded them of their accident. “Right then Demi I think you were going to take us through your thoughts on a marketing strategy.” “Sure” Demi said smiling, standing up and feeling much happier and comfortable than she had last time she tried this. “So looking at their products I think there are four potential marketing strategies. We have the usual direct to hospital strategy that we have done before, along with a campaign we can do as direct to consumers. I think its more common in the US but it should be possible to create suitable marketing portfolios for them.” Demi started, flicking through to some of her notes and just about able to read her own handwriting. Looking up she was relieved to see the others all listening intently, including Lena who at least seemed less upset about their accidents now they were back on track after a short clean up. Getting into full flow she managed to summarise her strategy with a combination of the notes and on the fly decisions that seemed to be going down well. Lena apparently agreeing with the strategy she had outlined over the last 35 minutes. But just as she was coming to the end of it, she couldn’t help but pause. A strange scraping noise coming from somewhere outside. “Oh my god, there here!” Sally said happily, a couple of them standing and moving towards the door eager to escape their overnight prison. “Where do you think you are going, we are in a meeting!” Lena said crossly. “But…” Sally mumbled before sitting back in her chair reluctantly. “What has gotten into you lot, really! The level of unprofessionalism on this trip is incredibly worrying. First you disgrace yourselves and now you act like this, like children hearing an ice cream van and unable to control themselves, in more than one way.” Lena chastised the group again. “I know we are out of the office but I do hope you won’t embarrass yourselves in front of the client this afternoon.” She finished, the room falling silent other than the tapping of Lena’s pen against the table. Even without needing to pee, Demi could understand the others eagerness to get out of the cabin for some fresh air. They had been stuck in here for 18 hours and now it seemed the air as well as the atmosphere was becoming a little stale, a faint lingering smell of their earlier accident still detectable from the soaked clothing strewn around the rooms. But sighing internally she went back to her talk, the noises outside getting louder and closer with each minute that passed. Her co-workers around the table clearly paying more attention to those noises than what she was saying, but she didn’t care. As long as Lena was satisfied, she could catch the others up later. Finally, at just after 12 o’clock and as she was wrapping up, Demi could hear shovels clanging against the outside of the building. Shafts of sun light breaking through the window as the top layer of snow was removed. “Anyone in there!” A strangely cheery voice shouted. Looking at Lena their boss simply waved a hand dismissively. “I think that was about it for the marketing anyway” she said dismissively, giving into to them finally and pouring herself a glass of water. “Yes, we are in here” Sally said, almost bolting from her seat the moment she was given permission. “We will have you out in a jiffy” The man replied. “Most of the road out here is clear but cant get the vehicles to this bit because of the dip, don’t want to beach them.” “Its no problem.” Sally replied, just happy to be able to see out of the building finally. The slightly grey sky and low clouds doing nothing to diminish their enthusiasm for wanting to leave. A few minutes later the group heard the door chime and this time, it successfully slid open. A cold breeze flowing into the room as they all sighed in relief at the refreshing air. Grabbing her coat Demi followed the others, excitedly stepping out of the building and into the snow. The area around them now clear of snow, large piles of it placed around the buildings and car park. The sound of dripping surrounding them as the snow melted away from every recess of all the buildings that it had piled up on. Several of the windows of the main lodge broken and a rather annoyed looking woman was currently shouting at a man with a clip board who seemed to be inspecting the damage. “Sorry it took so long for us to get to you.” The luminous orange man said, his raincoat and overalls almost too bright to look at. “We had a few more priorities at the bottom than we knew about when we gave you the estimate. Don’t usually get avalanches on this side, hope it didn’t cause you any problems.” “No, nothing” Becca said hastily, blushing madly and a hand unconsciously moving to cover her bladder. “Oh god, its nice to be out of there though.” Jessie said loudly, straightening her back out like she had been trapped in a cramped space and not a large luxury lodge. Taking a lung full of cold air Demi felt the sun on her face, the anxiety of being trapped finally ebbing away. But just as she felt herself beginning to relax, she spotted a large black SUV pulling up to the lodge. Its windows heavily tinted and exterior spotless. “Ah, this must be our contact.” Lena said excitedly, moving towards it before turning back. “Go set up the presentation quickly. I wasn’t expecting them given the roads, but it seems they must be clearer than I thought” Switching into Business mode Demi nodded for the others to follow while taking a moment to smooth out some of the creases in her shirt. Sweeping her slightly matted hair from her face she regretted not brushing it earlier when she had the chance. Reaching the lodge she quickly grabbed a hair tie from her bag, pulling her medium brown hair into a tight pony tail. Looking at her still wet clothes she couldn’t help but feel a certain fondness for them, despite the uncomfortable and difficult situation that had led to them. Her tough time quickly forgotten now it was over and replaced with lustful memories. Reaching over to her sodden underwear she rubbed the wet material between two fingers, a few drops leaving the still saturated cotton and coating her fingers. Shit, the bucket! Demi snapped out of her trance, remembering the mop bucket still filled to the brim with her and her co-workers piss. There was no way they could get it outside without anyone noticing. Leaving her room she found the others tidying the place, pushing and hiding the stuff that littered the floor. From their bags to errant pieces of paper blown across the floor as the door opened, the place was a bit of a mess. Finding the bucket pushed into a corner of the kitchen she really wished this place had a sink, drain or anything really…although that would have likely stopped the fun last night. Pushing the sloshing evidence slowly she placed it back into the cupboard they had found it. Looking down she could still make out the wet imprints of where her and India had pleasured each other on the wooden floor this morning. A wet sheen covering the floor, the room still not cleaned, but in a strange way she felt it would be a shame to do so. Quickly leaving those thoughts behind she moved to the meeting room, turning on the projector as they each grabbed their notes, mentally preparing for the presentation they were to give. For her part Demi had just done it, but even so she couldn’t help but feel she wasn’t ready. The others had been given weeks to prep for this, she’d had one day, and not a very focused one at that. Grabbing a glass from the set Lena had brought in she poured herself some water, her mouth still dry. But is seemed she wasn’t the only one, the rest of them rushing over to do the same. Jessie hastily downed her first glass of water like she had gone days without a drink. Quickly pouring herself another and drinking that normally. The others each joining in with a second glass and draining the pitcher between them. Grabbing the empty pitcher Demi went to refill it, conscious her boss might not be pleased if there wasn’t anything to drink available to her or the clients. She had always stressed the importance of making the people they worked for feel comfortable and at home. The simple gesture of water usually a good way to settle them in and also give their hands something to do. A few minutes later a blast of cold air swept through the building as Lena entered, joined by a man and a woman. The tall blonde behind clearly a secretary or assistant, her arms full of binders and items, while he just appeared to be in a partially undone shirt with his sleeves rolled up, despite the temperature. Walking towards them Demi could see him eyeing them all up and down, almost evaluating them a little bit. It wasn’t unusual in business meetings, although it was something usually reserved for checking out the competition to find weaknesses, not people you are hiring to work for you. “Hi, im Chuck” The man said, leaning in to greet them all with a firm double handed handshake. “Its nice to meet you, nice to meet you, its especially nice to meet you.” He said, taking Jessies hand and kissing it. His move probably looking good in his head, but they could all instantly feel the lecherous energy coming off him. Maybe Demi had given him too much credit for why he was giving them a once over. “How are you girls doing. I heard you had some problems last night.” Chuck said, forcing a cheesy customer service smile that Demi wondered if he knew how bad it was. Greeting them she picked up the pitcher of water, moving around the table to pour everyone a glass of water and feeling his eyes following her. Pouring the water into his assistant’s glass she couldn’t help but notice her professional expression faulter slightly. “No, nothing too major. Now about these products.” Lena countered as they took their seats in the meeting room. “Straight to business, I like it” He said pointing a finger at Lena before leaning back heavily in his chair and putting his feet on the spotless glass table. A move that Demi was surprised didn’t make Lena combust on the spot, but she was a professional. “We have already drawn up some ideas of our own.” He said, indicating to his assistant to hand out something. “I was under the impression you were hiring us to do this?” Lena replied trying to sound as patient as possible, accepting the pack of papers from his assistant and starting to hand them around the table to the others. “Well yes, but we have our own guys looking at this. We just need you to, you know, juush it up a bit, slap some marketing wisdom on and ship it out there.” He said, his hand mimicking a plane taking off before he winked at her assistant as she returned to her seat next to him. “Have these been proven?” Demi asked, inspecting the page that had been passed around. The bold claims over what some of the pills do causing her some ethical concern. “What?” Chuck asked, staring at her disapprovingly. A look almost identical to the one she used to get if she interrupted Lena, before quickly learning not to. “These are not in the list of uses on the documents they sent over.” She said, sliding the page towards him and pointing at the section to the right “No, that’s why it clearly says here, may…help…with” He said, leaning in and reading the last part condescendingly slowly. “They are off label benefits” he continued, his dismissive tone again suggesting that it should be clear and common sense what that means. “But its literally on the label.” India said, coming to Demi’s defence as she pulled out one of their mock-ups that showed the packet of pills with the very claims he said was off label, written on the front of it. “Do we have a problem here?” Chuck asked, his face appearing serious for the first time since he had arrived and sitting forward in his chair. “We are not going door to door selling false promises or girl scout cookies. You are not the medical professionals, so for you it doesn’t matter if it works or not. We just need you to help us sell them and help us meet our quota. This isn’t rocket science, you are selling products that people need. You just need to convince them to buy our brand and not our competitors.” Pausing for a moment he looked at them expectantly as Dem shifted uncomfortably at where this was going. “This should be the easiest job you guys get, take our ideas, put them into a campaign I can take to my supervisors and that is that. You get paid, I get paid, everyone is happy.” “We can certainly look over them and make some suggestions.” Lena said trying to dissipate the tension, smiling sweetly at the man who seemed her complete opposite in professionalism. “Perfect. Now then who wants to go Skiing?” Chuck said happily clapping his hands together and standing up, not letting anyone continue this line of questioning or worse, letting their morals get in the way of money making. “Skiing?” Sally said, confused by the sudden change in topic. What about their presentation they had been working on all month? “Yeah you know, the long things people put on their feet, with poles to push forwards” he said miming the action and clearly finding himself hilarious. “I thought this was a business meeting about our collaboration?” Lena said confused. “It is, which means we can write off the expenses” Chuck said happily, making Demi wonder If this was the whole reason for meeting here at this resort. He didn’t seem that interested in their work, or working himself for that matter. Maybe this was all just a write off, it wouldn’t be the first client trying to stretch out a project so they can earn more money by making it take longer than necessary. Although this was the most transparent attempt, much less pointless back and forth before settling for the original. Hopping in the minibus 45 minutes later, the group and their new rental gear followed the posh black car further up the mountain. Fresh snowfall hitting the windows as Demi rubbed her hands together, thankful for the new gloves and cold weather coats Chuck and his company had paid for. Turning the next bend she could see back down the mountain, their lodge now a small spec in the distance. The realisation hitting Demi they still hadn’t technically checked in. After arriving yesterday they had been stuck in the business lodge before being swept up by Chuck and taken to the rental shop next door. Hopefully that wouldn’t cause any issues later, she would quite like an actual bed to sleep in. The benches good enough for an exhausted nights sleep, but not really something she wanted to repeat. Sipping on the free large coffee given to them while waiting in the shop she enjoyed the warmth of it spreading through her. Wiggling her feet to keep them warm in the large boots she was now wearing, they remind her of the boot she had been stuck with after tearing her Achilles playing football at University. She had been stuck with it for 8 long weeks, made even longer by the fact she couldn’t shower easily or more importantly…wet herself. It had been tempting at times, living on her own for the first time she had really embraced her fetish. Quite often peeing in the shower each morning still wearing her pyjama’s before showering in them too. Those years had definitely been the most extreme in terms of her embracing her fetish, unleashed with her freedom from her parents house. But those 8 weeks had been hard, showing her quite how addicted to it she had become. Although of all the things to become addicted to at Uni, this wasn’t exactly the worst. Finishing off her coffee Demi looked ahead out the front window, able to see the black car they were following. Despite her misgivings about Chuck, she couldn’t help but feel excited to go skiing. She had never been before, but always wanted to try it. She had gone through phases of trying most sports, including some of the more intense or extreme ones, not none had captured her interest, or were simply to expensive to do often. But with the exhilaration of rushing down the slopes, maybe this would be another one to add to her hobbies. It was kind of strange now that she thought about it, her working life seemingly as safe as possible and taking no risks, and yet she loved things that took her out of her comfort zone as pass times. Maybe she would have to start taking more risks in her business life too. She had been passed up for promotion several times and had never really complained or thought much of it. But maybe the next time would be the last. Given her experience, she was sure there would be a lot of places that would take her. Although given what had happened over the last 24 hours, she wasn't sure if it made her more or less likely to want to change. “What are you smiling about?” India asked from the chair in front. Had she been smiling? Maybe she wanted this move away more than she realised, or maybe it was the memories she had brought up from University. Her free hand subtly gravitating towards her crotch in search of the feeling that usually accompanied those morning wettings. “Just looking forward to skiing.” Demi replied, getting a smile back from India who had apparently been watching her and wasn’t buying it for one second. Turning her attention back to the window she could see them slowly approaching the base of the giant Ski slope, a large visitors station looking unaffected by the nights avalanche. “Here we go ladies” Chuck said, sliding the door open and bowing to them for some reason. His white puffer jacket making him look more like a James bond villain than the cool guy he was probably going for. “Thanks…” Demi replied as she reluctantly accepted his hand and help out of the minibus. The gentle squeeze of his hand feeling almost weird and slightly too long. She felt a little bad for being this against him since he had never actually done anything to her. But given his demeanour and how he spoke in the meeting, she wasn’t too worried about it. Exhaling deeply as they walked towards the station she saw her breath condense in the cold air, the higher altitude adding to the wind chill as it blasted past. Pulling the zipper on her coat up an extra inch she felt the first twinges from her bladder. It was strange for her to feel them this soon after peeing, but given what she had put her body through it probably shouldn’t have surprised her. “Alright then our chariots await.” Chuck said happily, walking towards the ski lift and leaving the rest of them to lug their skis along with them. His assistant currently carrying both her own and his under each arm. Waiting in line for the gondola carriages to take them to the top of the slope, Demi couldn’t help but watch as Chuck tried to flirt awkwardly with Jessie. Lena for her part was accidentally protecting her employee by bringing up things about their contract or work, to his apparent annoyance as she sipped on her second large coffee. It seemed clear to everyone but her, that he wasn’t here for work at this point. For him this was a trip for fun, never mind the rest of them. Slowly the first carriage arrived, the small white coloured box slowly rotating around the station and stopping ahead of them. Not large enough for the entire group in one go, Lena made sure to be on it with Chuck, while he himself made sure to keep Jessie close even at the expense of his assistant being forced to stay behind. But a knowing look on the woman’s face seemed to suggest this wasn’t the first or last time he put his interests above her. “Hi, I’m Demi” She said introducing herself finally now their bosses were gone. The pair stowing their skis together as the next carriage arrived and offering her a hand to shake. “I’m Beth” The blonde said, taking and shaking it gently. Taking their seats they looked out of the large glass windows, the wind picking up and throwing blusters of snow up against the cabin. “So have any of you been skiing before?” Beth asked the group, curling a leg up on the small bench they shared. “I have a few times.” India replied raising her hand, but it seemed she was the only one. "You will all be fine, trust me. I was never a sporty type and I picked it up pretty quickly." Best said, smiling at the group. “So have you been a lot?” Maggie asked, opening her bag and pulling out a packet of crisps. “A few times, Mr Dowell likes to arrange these meeting in places like this so its comes with the territory.” “Must be nice.” India said, but just got a knowing shrug from Beth who it seemed didn’t want to make to much out of it. Not wanting to press something she didn’t want to talk about Demi simply looked out at the snowy expanse passing by. Skiers passing by quickly 10 meters below them, blurs of colourful hats and reflective coats. It was weird, but it was only now that Demi was realising she was in another country. She had basically not interacted with anyone or anything beyond what she would have ordinarily. But breaking through the cloud layer a minute later there was no mistake where she was, a vista of snowy capped mountains and blue sky extended to the horizon. It really was beautiful. “Woah” Maggie said as they all felt the carriage lurch slightly on the cable. Their movement stopping as it swung gently in place. “What was that?” Demi asked nervously. “Is it me, or are we not moving?” India said standing up to look out the windows more clearly. Skiers still shooting by under them without a care in the world, everything appeared as it had done seconds before. “Maybe its just high winds and they have to pause is for a minute?” Beth said, the others feeling a little more comfortable since she had been here before. But a few minutes later they were still sat, their progress paused about halfway up the mountain. “Attention Skiers, we apologise for any inconvenience, there has been a power outage as they make emergency repairs to a powerline that supplies us after yesterday’s avalanche.” A voice came over the intercom. The speaker going silent as quickly as it had come to life, the person on the other end clearly feeling what they had said was more than enough to explain the situation. “Seriously!.” Sally said, clearly annoyed at being stuck once again, a sentiment all of them shared. They had only just gotten out of one location and now they were stuck in another. The universe seemingly intent on making them suffer, or at least stop them enjoying themselves. Slouching back on the benches the group let out a collective sigh, stuck again. “It could be worse” India offered up to the group. “How could It be worse?” Sally asked, staring out the window with a hand resting up against the glass. It reflecting back the worried and unhappy looking woman’s face as she watched the skiers go past below, ignorant of their situation. “We could be with Lena and Chuck” India smirked, managing to get a chuckle from Beth and lightening the mood considerably. “He seems like such a schmoozer, no offense” Maggie said, adding the last part as she remembered Beth was his employee and technically also their partner for this project. “He’s not that bad. He just, likes to think he is one of the good guys.” The blonde haired woman responded, clearly a little uncomfortable to be talking negatively about him. “That explains all the “chivalrous” behaviour. He is one of those people who thinks if they do stuff like that it excuses other behaviour.” Demi replied, the picture clicking into place for her. Without saying anything Beth just smiled, touching her finger to her nose and causing the others to laugh. “So why do you work for him?” India asked. “I get paid a lot and you might have noticed he doesn’t work that much. I wont stay with him forever, but its hard to say no to that combination.” “You’re using him” Maggie replied, clearly appreciating Beths work. “We are using each other.” Beth countered, clearly looking a bit uncomfortable and perhaps wondering if she had said too much. “So, what do you want to do?” Demi asked as she put her feet up on the seat, hugging her legs. Her bladder protesting for a moment as she squeezed it. “Oh, I love the company. I would just look to go into the product development. I actually qualified as a nurse before taking this job. But the product team get paid a fraction of what I do… But enough about me, what about you guys, what’s it like working for Lena?” “Its good, but she can be a little…intense?” Demi replied politically. It was the truth, but at the same time she felt bad about being negative towards Lena. Her boss was the ultimate professional and simply held others to her level, no matter the consequences. She would never ask anyone to do anything she wasn’t prepared to do, even with this weird bathroom thing she had been there right with them. After all, if Demi hadn’t been filled with the others bladders, she would probably have been totally fine. A little desperate, but nothing like what had actually happened. “So what do we do now?” Sally asked dejectedly as she sat back down. “I guess we wait, cant be that long right.” Demi said hopefully. 35 minutes later the group was sat around in almost silence, the small talk dying down as the cold set in. Thankfully the pods came equipped with emergency boxes that included foil blankets they had wrapped around themselves. The gentle crinkling of the material the only sound for the last couple of minutes other than the gentle patter of the snow being blown into the large windows. “Hey guys…its worse” Sally said awkwardly, her face burning a little red as she sat rigidly with her legs pressed against each other. Her posture already cluing Demi into what she meant, she had been seeing the signs from her for some time now. The morning coffee and water clearly working their way through her system and making her more and more uncomfortable. “Whats worse?” asked Maggie, her own posture slightly strange and her legs clearly crossed tightly over each other. “When India said it could be worse…well it is, I need to use the bathroom.” Sally admitted reluctantly, her right foot begging to bounce up and down on the spot. She had been trying to hide her desperation, but having just announced it there seemed little point to that now. “How badly?” asked India, Demi wondering if it was out of lustful curiosity or from genuine concern. A strange part of her mind feeling almost jealous that someone else’s need was getting India’s attention instead of her. “Pretty badly, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” She replied, the second half of the sentence getting more and more quiet. “Yeah, I kind of need to go too. We haven’t gone since…this morning and its almost 2pm.” Maggie said, eyeing Beth as she tried to skirt admitting they had all wet themselves this morning. Her legs uncrossing and re-crossing the other way around, a hand sitting gently in her lap. “I have to admit, I do need the bathroom myself. But it doesn’t seem like there is anything we can do about it.” Beth said calmly, trying on a smile to make them feel better. “Why is the world out to get me.” Sally moaned, standing up and beginning to pace around the tiny cabin like a caged animal. Its size meaning she was only taking three steps before having to turn around. “What…what if there was something we could do about it?” India said, stealing a glance at Demi before pulling out the catheter device they had used the night before. “Why do you still have that?” Maggie asked, her face slightly disgusted but also relaxed as they now had a way out of holding. “I didn’t want Lena to find it.” India said calmly, Maggie shrugging it off or simply not caring. “What makes you think I am going to agree to this again?” Demi said sternly. “Because this is a tiny cabin that means we would all get covered if anyone tries to pee in here. Plus, we don’t want to meet Chuck covered in our pee do we.” India said, raising some good points and almost sounding as if that was the real reason she wanted to do this. Demi silently wondering why she had the device, had she planned something for the two of them? Either way, it sure was “Lucky” that she had it to hand. “Ok, but we cant just do this in front of Beth, she is our client and its not very professional is it?” Demi said, trying one last challenge, not for the sake of her bladder but because she didn’t want to appear eager, the others might start to question it. “Well, I am sure Beth would give us confidentiality if we allow her to relieve herself too.” “I am sorry, what is going on here?” Beth asked, clearly confused. “Ummm…so we were trapped last night and used your catheter system to…pass liquid between us.” India explained, trying not to go into too much detail. “Oh…”Beth said, pausing for a moment as her mouth opened to say something before closing again for a few seconds. “That’s really interesting”. To their surprise, rather than being disgusted by them, it seemed she was genuinely intrigued by what they were suggesting. “Its not a product I had ever thought about before, but I can see the possible applications for this.” She said, staring thoughtfully at what was in India’s hand. “Can you?” Maggie said, scrunching her face up in disbelief. “Ok great, we all love the idea. Can we get on with it.” Sally interrupted, now marching on the spot with her hands clenching rhythmically. Handing Sally the tube she wasted no time in lowering her skiing trousers and attaching the device. Doing the same Demi couldn’t help but shiver as she exposed her bare skin to the cold temperatures. Now proficient in performing this duty it took mere moments for the process to be completed, the urine flowing from Sally and into Demi. The strange warmth and tightness filling her abdomen once more as her tired muscles complained. Her bladder that had already been warning her of her own need, was now rapidly inflating inside her as Sally peed, the morning coffee really going through the small woman and now into her. Blushing slightly, Demi couldn’t help but notice the captivated stare of Beth as she watched what was happening in front of her. Was she into this as well, or was it just her curiosity and interest in the procedure? Either way, having someone watching what they were doing so intently was both exciting and a little embarrassing. She was their business client, a professional contact within the industry. Yet here she was, watching Demi’s bladder swell from being filled by a co-worker, soon to be replaced as Sallys short stream ran dry. “My turn, then you can go if India doesn’t mind waiting?” Maggie said, accepting the device from the much-relieved Sally who sagged back down into one of the seats. “Why does this keep happening” she said sighing contently and lounging back, a sentiment that Demi shared as the second batch of pee began rushing into her. The first load still causing some strife in her bladder. “I don’t need to go.” India said, herself looking a little red faced and flustered as she watched. The attention Demi was getting from her turning what should have been a horrible sensation into something much more fun. Her lover watching as her bladder grew and grew, the desperation getting worse and worse, a tantalising prospect for both women. This time there was considerably less pressure from Maggie, the last time the poor woman must really have been about to burst. But even so, while the pee was flowing into her slower, it seemed just as copious as her aching bladder really began to protest. The gentle warm numbness and subtle complaints, being replaced by the all too familiar pulses and ache she had battled all of yesterday. Her bladder once again stretching to its limits as it accepted its second bladder full of pee. The sensations not helped by the sudden and massive influx, compared to the partial pees she had taken before. But even so, this felt far more manageable. Rubbing her bloating organ Demi was glad to feel the flow stop as Maggie disconnected herself. Her pee putting a dent in her capacity for sure, but Demi was in no doubt she could still comfortably hold more. The aches and pulses would dissipate soon enough, she had taken at least this amount on what she had believed was a full bladder yesterday. Although she would have to be careful not to strain herself too much, her body still recovering from being pushed and filled so much. “Are you sure its ok?” Beth asked nervously, taking the end of the device she had been handed. “Its ok, as long as we keep this between us.” Demi nodded, trying to fight the instinctual tightening of her muscles as a pulse hit her harder than she expected. “Ok thank you” The blonde haired woman said as she adjusted her skirt and leggings underneath. “Ohhhahhh” Beth moaned in relief as she peed, the woman clearly feeling more of a need than she was letting on moments earlier. A clear stream of pee rushing out of her and through the tube. Despite her confidence, Inside Demi the pressure was increasing exponentially. Unlike the others which had taken her from comfortable to uncomfortable, this was taking her even further. Her skin was stretching more and more as Beth continues to pee, blissfully unaware of what Demi was feeling. The brunette’s muscles starting to twitch as she tried not to squirm, her legs gently brushing against one another as she put on a brave face. On and on the pee went, for almost 40 seconds the slim blonde peed and it wasn’t like she was a slow pee’er. Her bladder was just seemingly bigger than the others of the group, her un-desperate state a mirage of how much she was holding. A small ocean of pee that had now forced itself through the tube and into Demi. A sheen of sweat was building up on her face and body, her lips pursed and squeezed shut as she struggled not to groan, her bladder beginning to struggle in earnest. But she had agreed to this, there couldn’t be much more…could there? Beth’s substantial pee was starting to worry her, breaking her confidence slightly as she expanded, her body now bloated substantially with her clients pee. The rapid inflation causing all sorts of ripples and painful pulses to race through her, some she hadn’t even felt last time the others had forced her to hold their pee. Resting a hand on her bladder as it continued to grow she could feel the pee bubbling away inside, vibrations from her twitching muscles making it seem like she could feel the pee rushing into her, or maybe she could? Biting her lip she gently rubbed the balloon like tightness in her skin hoping for some comfort, but only sending static electric like shocks racing across its taught surface. Finally Beth’s pee ended after almost a minute, the blonde carefully adjusting herself and making her clothes presentable. Still sitting on the floor Demi wedging her left foot under herself to jam her muscles closed. The pressure inside of her much greater than it had been, but slowly ebbing away as her body adjusted to its new load once more. Even so, while she could feel her body adjusting to her uncomfortable fullness, she had to keep reminding herself that she had taken more than this before. Groaning lightly, she heaved herself up and back onto one of the benches, just in time to feel the cabin lurch. The movement causing the contents of her bladder to shift, pulling out another moan of discomfit from between her lips. A spasm causing her hole body to shudder and muscles to weaken for a moment. But looking out of the window, she could see they were on their way once more. “Really…” She lamented out loud, getting a crooked smile from India. The universe once again testing her, if they had just had a bit more patience then they could have all just gone at the top. They had miss timed it by a matter of minutes, but maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Feeling her bladder throb she focused on it, enjoying the desperate and forbidden feeling again that made her breath catch in her chest. Last night had gone a little further than she ideally wanted too in terms of discomfort, pushing herself well beyond the edge of anything she had known previously. But now, as she sat there almost filled to bursting point again, she could enjoy it, especially knowing that she would soon be at a toilet. Allowing herself a moment she squirmed slightly, pressing a hand between her toned legs, enjoying the look and hard swallow it elicited from India. The other woman’s face blushing slightly as she couldn’t help but watch as Demi squirmed. As much as India was in charge of her bladder, she still had control over the other woman and was able to push all the buttons she wanted. Removing her hand as she felt her bladder calm a little, a simple cross of the leg sufficient to support her muscles and keep her bladder in check, for the time being. looking across the cabin she noticed Beth scrawling something on a piece of paper. Was she taking notes about what had just happened? She said she was interested in product design, but what could she possibly be thinking? Surely this wasn’t something that happened frequently, or maybe there was a demand for these products she wasn’t aware of. Either way she was happy to be on the move and so it seemed were the others. Arriving at the top 10 minutes later they once again stepped out into the cold, the wind at this altitude much colder and whipping past faster than it had been at the bottom. Moving forwards out of the hut they quickly noticed Lena and Jessie standing to the side in rapt conversation. “Where are the others?” Beth asked as the group reassembled, clearly worried she had been forgotten by her boss as she carted his ski’s along. “Oh, they couldn’t control themselves again and have gone to find the bathrooms. As for your boss, he mentioned something about compensation.” Lena said, clearly frustrated by the basic need to pee that her employees her exhibiting again. But looking at her boss, Demi was surprised it wasn’t Lena who had run off. The bulge in her abdomen she had seen this morning still there and if possible, it even seemed to have grown. Their boss clearly full but unwilling to give into her needs and making Demi wonder how much she could hold before she burst like the rest of them. She had always thought of herself as having a far above average bladder, proven true by her exploits yesterday. But for Lena to still be holding more than 24 hours later and after drinking so much, perhaps her giant bladder wasn’t alone here. “Well if we are waiting, I think I could do with a drink.” India said, looking towards the visitors centre and coffee shop that was here at the top of the mountain. “Good idea, if you wouldn’t mind getting me a refill.” Lena said, taking out the large thermos she had apparently added to the two large coffees, coffee pot and bottle of water she’d drunk so far today, despite it only being early afternoon. A tally Demi was quietly keeping track of in fascination with her bosses bladder and its capabilities. She had never seen her remotely desperate to pee, even after working with her for years, she never even saw her entertain the idea of using the toilet at work. Although to be fair, it was rare for her to use it as well. India quickly took the empty thermos eagerly from her boss and exchanging a look with Demi as if she was thinking the same thing she had moments before. “Good news ladies!” A voice called from beside them as a very happy looking Chuck walked towards them. “I have managed to get us all a free skiing lesson package as compensation for being stuck.” “Awesome” Sally said, seeming genuine in her appreciation of his efforts. Gratefully accepting the pass and some other things from Chuck. He sure did know how to get the most out of anything, Demi beginning to read through the leaflet he had given her as well. “We just need to wait for the others to come back from the bathroom.” Maggie replied. Her sentiment causing a ripple of discomfort to flow through Demi. Maybe she should go and find the toilets before this, the pulses in her bladder strong enough to worry her now let alone when she was exerting herself. Rubbing her distended bladder Demi felt it still protesting, but now with a pleasurable warmth and desperation. Her gently rubbing soothing it slightly, even as it added to the pressure and need to pee she felt. “I think I might go and…” She started. “Hi guys, I got you all something.” India said loudly, cutting her off and appearing with Jessie and the others. Each of them holding a large beverage of some sort. “Here you go boss, they weren’t able to fill up your thermos from the coffee machine, so I got you a tea in that, but I got you a coffee separately.” She said handing over the large thermos and giant coffee. Lena grateful accepting them both, stowing the thermos and taking the coffee to hand. Her bottomless bladder only tied for size with her bottomless need and ability to drink coffee. Watching India, Demi instantly spotted the other large coffees in her hands, sighing as she realised what India was doing. There was no way this was pure generosity, she wanted her to drink more to increase her desperation. But to disguise it she had bought one for everyone. The slim and secretly scheming woman handing each of them a large cup of coffee, the others thanking her genuinely, but Demi knew her game. “Were you going to say something Demi?” Lena asked, already drinking steadily from her cup. “I….its nothing.” Demi shrugged off, catching India’s gaze who just smiled at her, causing her heart and bladder to flutter slightly. Why was this so enticing, Demi kicked herself. Slamming her feet onto the ski’s to lock her boots into place Demi’s couldn’t stop herself from letting out a grunt. The shockwaves flowing through her bladder and causing some immense discomfort as her muscles retracted and its contents sloshed violently around inside her. “Alright then guys, lets start out simple.” The guide said, the rugged Swiss man capturing the attention of many of the women of the group. “All I want you to do is climb up the slope like this.” He said, twisting sideways and side stepping up the slope with ease. “Then when you get to that market post there, just slowly come back down. Remember you slow down by twisting your feet inwards into a V, but be careful not to cross the ski’s.” Stepping up the slope Demi felt her thighs burning and in a strange way taking her mind off her bladder. But coming back down was another thing, pushing off she could feel each and every tiny bump reverberating up through her legs, the semi squatting position doing nothing for her predicament as her poor bladder pulsed viciously inside her. Stopping at the bottom she couldn’t help but throw a hand between her legs for a moment, squeezing her crotch and blushing madly when the instructor asked her if everything was ok. But despite this, it seemed she was a natural, or at least not a total novice. Her and India managing to go up and down several times with no issues, graduating to the slightly larger slope next to it while the other remained behind. The pair of them sidling up next to each other one foot at a time. “Oooah” Demi groaned, her bladder really starting to burn inside of her. Her overloaded organ stretched from its contents and now from this exercise. Each time she had to separate her legs over the last 30 minutes it was getting harder and harder, threatening to spell the end of her control. She didn’t feel as dangerously full as last time, but unlike then she wasn’t just sat around doing nothing. Plus she could already feel her defences beginning to fatigue, each time she reached the bottom they needed the reassurance of a squeeze of her hands. The Coffee India had bought her speeding through her system and joining the copious lake of liquid already inside her. “Oh god” She whimpered again, doubling over as a particularly strong pulse hit her. “That bladder of yours must be feeling pretty full by now.” India said beside her, the red head having watched intently as the battle between Demi and her bladder heated up. “Yes it is, I wonder why?” Demi shot back sarcastically, still bent over. “Shame…” India said wistfully. “What’s a shame?” “I was just thinking it’s a shame you are not allowed to pee until we reach the bottom of the hill.” India said, laying down the challenge to Demi and her bladder. Feeling another pulse Demi knew she should just say no, ignore the crazy woman intent on torturing her. But she couldn’t, the allure of the challenge, the fantasy of once again being at her mercy too much for her primitive mind. “Just you wait” Demi said, scowling playfully at India and accepting the bet, her bladder throbbing inside her as she finally stood up straight. “For what?” India said playfully biting on her finger innocently. “For your turn, don’t think I will be going lightly on you after everything you have done to me.” Demi said playfully sternly, but she was testing their relationship now. This time yesterday she had barely known India and now here she was trying to be the dominant one. Would she go for it, or was this a one way road, not that Demi minded either way. “Well then, this kitty has claws.” India growled, clearly enjoying the more authoritative display from Demi despite the wiggles and restricted pee dancing that was going on. “But you should know, you are not the only one with an iron bladder. So I wouldn’t get your hopes up too far.” She added confidently nodding. “Now I think we should finish up here and head for a drink before starting down the hill, don’t you?” she added, possibly spurred on by the authoritative moment from Demi and keep to show her who was the boss this time. Feeling tingles of lust, excitement and desperation mixing in her abdomen Demi could barely move her legs. Willing them not to fail on her now as she unsteadily started after India back down the slope once more, her heart beating a little faster now as she almost chased after her partner. The excitement she was feeling less from the skiing and much more because she had just crossed another boundary. India was up for her challenges too, so as much as Demi had enjoyed being filled to her absolute limit, it would be fun to do the same to India. Ever since the admission of interest and India peeing freely in front of their boss she had been wondering about it, did she like holding as well, would India hold for her until she burst, or was it going to be just her desperately paraded around by the ruby headed woman? Even just that would have been enough for her, but for her to be willing to hold just added a new layer to what the two of them could get up to together, the possibilities endless and her previous desires and dreams flooding her mind like she was 16 again. “Well done guys, that’s it for this lesson.” Their instructor said as the group gathered around. “Demi, India, I am not sure how much more you will get out of this slope. You have both picked it up quickly so if you want to move onto the main slope then I would feel comfortable with you both doing so. The rest of you can as well of course, but I am available for another 45 minute session here if you want it.” Eyeing her India raised her eyebrows at Demi, it wasn’t hard to figure out why. So grabbing their skis and leaving the others too it they left the beginners park and headed towards the main slope. “Lets head into the visitor centre for a drink first.” India interjected as they approached it. “God, I do not need another drink.” Demi moaned “Perfect” India smiled as the made their way over, Demi rolling her eyes at her. Finding a bench outside Demi allowed herself a moment to squeeze herself, the pressure giving her some much needed support as India went to order their drinks. The heavy weight inside her only increasing as all of the drinks she had already had today mixed with the contents from her already full bladder. Under her warm winters clothes she could feel it stretching out of her and pressing against her leggings and the waterproof trousers she had on, on top of them. The dual waist bands adding additional pressure that she didn’t need right now. Crossing her legs she started to bounce them, now out of sight of their boss and client there was no reason to pretend, especially as it was what India wanted. Speaking of, she had been gone for longer than she thought she would have needed to be, what could she possibly be planning? A couple of minutes later she reappeared, carrying a tray with a large teapot on it and several cups. “Those bathrooms are fancy” India grinned, the mere mention of one making Demi moan softly. “How come you get to go?” Demi complained, fighting the impulse to follow suit. “I don’t remember me not going be a rule? Anyway, you can go soon. Just drink up and we can head down.” Grabbing the heavy teapot Demi grunted slightly as it seemed to pull on her abdominal muscles, forcing her to place it back on the tray. “Here let me” India said, picking it up and carefully pouring it out into one of the cups, filling it almost to the brim before putting it back down. “I…aren’t you having some?” Demi asked, wondering why she hadn’t taken a cup for herself. “No, I wasn’t thirsty.” “India, this is for four people!” Demi cried, looking at the giant pot of hot water on the table, three more white cups still stacked together next to it. “I guess you had better start drinking, or we will never get out of here.” India said, her voice deep and unforgiving. “I cant drink that much, I will literally burst.” Demi complained softly, her leg wiggling increasing drastically. But looking across the table at India, she could see that she wasn’t letting up, the horny devil on both their shoulders pushing them to do this, even though they both knew the risks. Reluctantly picking up the cup Demi began to slurp down the tea. The hot liquid rushing down her throat and pooling in her abdomen which was already radiating with its own heat. Each cup that entered her instantly replaced by another as India poured it. A seemingly never ending stream of hot tea designed for a group of people but now all entering her. None of it was reaching her bladder yet, but it wouldn’t be long before it started trickling through and given the volume of the pot, that would likely be the beginning of the end of her control. “How did you know?” Demi asked quietly a few minutes later, catching India somewhat off guard as they had been sitting in almost silence. Her bladders assaulter seemingly content to just watch her drink and struggle not to wet herself. “Know what?” India replied. “That I would be into it, pretty big gamble. I mean you did make me piss myself in front of the boss.” Demi said between mouthfuls, draining the last of the 4th…5th? Cup of tea and automatically placing it back down next to India who was all to happy to fill it back up again. “Yeah sorry…that may have been a little too far.” India admitted, pouring the dark brown water into Demi; s cup and only stopping once it neared the rim. “I really did expect Lena to have to pee at some point. She didn’t even go at the services. I am starting to think you might not have the biggest bladder here after all” “Yeah, but still” Demi asked, shuffling her legs and looking into India’s eyes. “I mean come on, when I went on your PC there were dozens if not hundreds of porn videos in your history. Its not like it was hard to figure out what you were into.” India said slightly too loudly for Demi’s liking and causing her to blush. “But I also figured you had something you were going to “do” while we were away. Given we don’t speak all too often and you asked me like 6 times when exactly we would be back. Part of me wondered if you had someone coming round, but according to Jessie you aren’t in a relationship.” India continued, indicating for Demi to keep drinking with a nod of her head. “Wasn’t” Demi smiled back, raising an eyebrow. Her heart fluttering for a moment as she tried to force her confidence, had she gone too far. Why was she doing this, pushing things that didn’t need to be pushed. “Oh really” India smiled, leaning back “You want to put a label on this.” “Well, sexy lesbian who makes me pee myself was a bit long” Demi replied thankful India hadn’t made to much of her desperate insecurities and raising the cup to her mouth without looking away. “I don’t know, I think it has a ring to it” India said smiling. Looking deep into her eyes Demi could feel the connection between the two, it was genuine and thankfully not entirely based on their shared fetish. It certainly had helped, after all here she was with someone who just seemed to get her and who knew her deep dark secret. But she was not only totally ok with it, but actually shared it! “Alright lets speed this up or I am going to piss myself before that thing is empty.” Demi said, spurred on by their conversation despite the tightness in her bladder increasing for every moment that passed. Picking up the three extra cups she laid them out in a line, grabbing the pot and feeling relieved at how much lighter it was…although that did mean it was all in her. Pouring out the tea she filled the first three, but about half way up the fourth the stream of tea slowed to a trickle. The dripping of the water not helping her comfort levels or desperation. Picking up the first cup she drank heartily, her stomach complaining at the continued onslaught of liquid, it too now bloating wildly. But ignoring the complaints from both it and her bladder Demi swiftly moved onto cup two, then three and finally with an unsteady hand and jiggling thighs she picked up the final cup. Draining its contents with some difficulty as ever her throat tried to stop her swallowing it, but finally her great task was complete. The giant pot of tea consumed and now coursing its way through her system at speed. “Okay, we need to go before that reaches my bladder.” Demi said, standing swiftly and groaning deeply as her stomach and bladder pulsed in unison, upset by the sudden movements. “You’re so fucking hot right now.” India said, apparently her thoughts coming out of her mouth with no filter as she blushed slightly from the sudden compliment. “Yeah well, all my “hotness” is about to rush down my legs so if you wouldn’t mind…” Demi said, desperately indicating for them to leave. Her affection and desire to satisfy India's fantasies had fuelled her drinking, but given how much was inside her aching bladder already there was only going to be so much more she could take before she would end up losing control. A fact that was only reinforced as she felt her bladder spasm inside her, a significant sign she was reaching the edges of control. The last time she had felt one that strong was only about an hour before she had wet herself in front of everyone. The memory and her current desperation making her a little weak at the knees, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on this, she needed to get down the slope. Snapping on her Skis more carefully this time Demi was already aware of the ticking timebomb inside her. The pressure and need to pee she was feeling now relentless and it was only getting worse. Even with her careful stepping into her ski’s, the fact she had to change her posture seemed to cause her bladder some serious trouble. Her legs almost buckling as she raised one foot to put on the ski, the position straining her bloated abdomen painfully. Stooping into position she pushed off with India close behind, her bladder instantly complaining as she separated her legs a shoulders width apart. Gaining speed she lent over more, feeling her body compress her bladder and causing her to grunt loudly as she sped down the slope. Each twist or change of direction caused her to groan as she moved her muscles that wanted nothing more than to let go of her over taxed bladder. The small adjustments causing painful pulses to once again fly out and race around her body. The only blessing was, when she needed to slow she could press her legs together, careful not to overlap the ski’s but enjoying the rest bite. Despite this she couldn’t help but feel trapped, needing to reach the bottom as soon as possible, but occasionally needing to slow and help her ailing muscles. Halfway down the steepness seemed to increase, the slope becoming more advanced and meaning slowing wasn’t an easy option. Her muscles now tired after 15 minutes of this torture, she was worried she was going to start losing control soon. The aches and pains of her muscles really starting to blend together, each flex or relaxation of a muscle could be the wrong one. Her abdomen a tight mess of pulses and pains, joined by her burning thighs and arms which were putting in the work to keep her going. Every divot of snow, stone or patch of ice causing her to groan loudly, hoping no one could hear her pained noises. Her only hope speed, but that just made things worse whenever she hit anything. Going over a patch of uneven ice she felt her body vibrate across the rough surface for a few seconds. The strange feeling causing her entire body to tingle, but hitting the soft snow once more she was groaned out loud. The smallest lip of compact ice jarring her body from her feet to her head, straight through her perilously full bladder. Unable to control herself she instinctively moved her thigh’s closer together, the impact reverberating up her legs and shaking her bladder violently. Hissing air out through her clenched jaw Demi was really starting to worry. Her defences had been rattled and were threatening to give way to the powerful blast of desperation that had exploded from inside her abdomen. The usual tactic of moving her legs together and protecting her aching and quivering muscles, doing nothing but slowing her progress. Her skis pitching inwards and losing all of her momentum. Grunting again she shoved a clenched fist between her legs as she doubled over for a moment, her legs and bladder burning from how much effort she was forcing them to put in. Looking up as sweat dripped from her brow even in spite of such low temperatures, she could make out the visitors centre at the bottom of the hill, she was almost there! Grimacing behind her scarf she clenched her sticks in a death grip and pushed off, ignoring the fierce pulses and pangs of discomfort flowing through her. The bloated and bulging mess of a bladder, still just about contained by her abused muscles. They had been given no rest since the last hold, from one extreme situation to another. Now forced to hold almost as much, but also survive the added trauma of hurtling down the mountain at some speed. Breathing heavily her eyes locked onto the building ahead of her, Demi using it as inspiration or bribery for her bladder muscles to just hold on a little longer. She was almost there, just one more minute and she could pee. The restless lake inside of her could finally be let out. For the last 100m a surge of desperate anxious intensity hit her hard, an almost excited feeling overcoming her as she approached the lodge. Reaching the forecourt she clicked off her ski’s not even bothering to pick them up, just letting them slide under the rack they were supposed to be neatly stored on. Gripping herself tightly as she ran up the stairs she could finally close her aching legs, walking with an awkward gate through the automatic doors. Ahead of her she could see it, the universal sign of a ladies room! “Where do you think you are going speedy.” A voice came from beside her, India having reached the bottom moments before her. “I need to pee.” Demi said, half ignoring her and continuing the waddle towards her salvation. “I think we should have one more drink.” India said, her voice playful but the demand not so much. “Come on India, you said I could pee when we got here…Please.” Demi begged, stopping where she was and bobbing on the spot desperately. Ignoring the looks from the other patrons and skiers, probably wondering why there was a grown woman doing an obvious pee dance in the entrance way. “I said you could only pee at the bottom, I didn’t say when.” India responded, taking Demi’s hand into hers as she approached her closely. “I am going to wet myself. I don’t know how much longer I can hold this!” demi pleaded quietly to her as their bodies almost touched. The same electricity she had felt between them both last night ever present. “Lets go find a table then maybe you can pee.” India responded, the devil inside her wanting to prolong this as long as possible. But Demi wasn’t sure she could play this game any longer, even if she wanted too. But unable to say no to the woman so intimately close to her, she let herself get led away from the toilets and towards the restaurant. Her bladder loudly complaining as its release was delayed even longer. The angry and consistent nagging from it, increasing in intensity despite no longer skiing, the copious amounts of liquid she had been made to consume finally starting to catch up with her. Finding a secluded area on the outskirts of the seating outside, Demi threw herself onto the bench having at some point lost India. Desperately she crossed her legs tightly, writhing in desperation. Screwing her eyes closed she swept her legs back and forth, her heels bouncing up and down as she fought back wave after wave of desperation. Somehow it felt even worse than it had this morning, the pain was less but the desperation, it just felt worse. The angry pangs from her bladder and anxious pulses from it driving her mad as she writhed in desperate agony on the bench. Her hands glued to her crotch as she tried to sure up her aching and almost failing defences. The fact she had been expecting to pee immediately after arriving making it 10 times worse, not to mention the fact that she could technically go and pee right now. She could, she should, just stand up and go to the bathroom. It was right there! Yet even as she looked longingly in that direction feeling an unsurmountable need to pee, she didn't move, she had been forbidden from peeing by India and for some reason that meant everything to her. “Here we go.” India said a few moments later, interrupting Demi's self-pity and placing a beer down in front of her. “You cant be serious, Ive got 4 bladders worth of pee inside me. I need to go to the bathroom.” Demi Whined again, but got no response from India who simply sat down opposite her. India's face flushed and clearly enjoying the show Demi was putting on, her erect nipples clearly poking through her fleece, and joined by a horny glassy eyed look on the red heads face. At least someone was enjoying this Demi thought to herself, a pain radiating out of her core which felt ready to explode any moment. Even her twisted and tightly knotted legs did little to offset the intense need to pee she was feeling. “Drink up.” India said, her voice cracking slightly. Reluctantly raising the glass to her lips Demi once again felt her body quiver as the amber liquid entered her mouth. Swallowing with some effort she managed to drink a few mouthfuls before a crippling spasm hit her, forcing her to put the glass down. Rocking in her seat with both hands between her legs Demi could feel the panic starting to creep in now, she was in dire straits and feeling things she hadn’t even felt that morning. There was a real danger she was going to pee herself, in public, surrounded by dozens of people. “im going to piss myself” She half groaned, half whimpered breathlessly. “No, your not” India said authoritatively, commanding her to hold it longer. But right now it didn’t feel like it was up to Demi, her muscles starting to revolt and tremble violently of their own accord. “I cant hold it, im about to pee.” Demi said slightly panicked, her legs bouncing with fervent speed as she tried to buy herself a minute. “No, your not.” India repeated. “Im serious, I…” “No you are going to hold it and finish your drink. If you leak then you will have to hold it till we are back at the lodge.” India said, sliding across the tall glass still mostly full of beer towards her. Her other hand under the table and possibly explaining why India herself was wobbling in her seat, sweat gathering on her face which now almost matched her hair colour. Faint twitches in her eyes as her shoulder moved around in small circles, her nostrils flaring with each deep breath as India watched her intently. Her gaze almost unblinking as she watched Demi's every desperate movement. Picking it up Demi drank deeply from the glass, wanting to put on a show for her lover. Leaving only a small amount in the bottom of the glass she felt her bladder spasm powerfully again and forced her to place the glass back down heavily. The glass almost getting chipped as Demi threw her hands between her legs, her elbows bowing out slightly by the sheer mass of her bladder bulge. She was there, at the edge of control, she had to go, NOW! Pulling up with all her might she tried to keep it together, to squeeze herself shut like a vice. But even as she shoved her hands deeply against herself, she could feel her muscles trembling, vibrating and finally they started to fail. “Oh shit” Demi whispered, her hands suddenly warm as a burst of pee shot through her muscles, hissing loudly and splattering against her waterproof over-trousers. Her crotch suddenly warm and wet, her tight leggings trapping some of it against her skin. “No, Hold it!” India said, although unlike the commands this one was much more surprised sounding. Her body jerking slightly as India herself moaned breathlessly. Short sharp gasps escaping her as she continued to twitch sporadically. “I cant…I…I…” Demi spluttered but it was no use. A second burst of wetness hissed into her leggings, a heavily pressurised stream that splattered forcefully against her hands still pressing intensely between her legs. Soon a third, then a fourth and finally the dam broke, a constant squelching hiss emanating from Demi who groaned in pain and pleasure as her bladder finally exploded all over herself. The ocean of pee erupting like a geyser between her legs, a torrent of liquid spilling out of her, rushing down her legs and splattering noisily onto the bare concrete ground under her. The layer of snow instantly melting as it was covered in Demi's burning hot pee. “oOooOO” Demi moaned again, rocking in her seat with each pulse from her bladder. Her hands relaxing and almost enjoying the warmth spreading out from her crotch. Her legs drenched by the deluge of piss, but not noticeable because of the second layer of trousers. Breathing heavily Demi’s eyes rolled back, her body sagging where she sat as she gave up all pretences of holding anything back. But feeling something touch her left side she opened her eyes. At some point India had come around and was now sat next to her, an animalistic look of lust plastered across her face which now pressed against hers. Kissing passionately she could feel India’s ragged breaths as she failed to control her emotions, their closeness and the thundering of pee leaving her, causing Demi to groan deeply. Leaning into India she felt a hand sneaking into her trousers, the gentle explorative touches enough to almost make her orgasm on the spot. Biting her lip Demi forced her head into India’s shoulder, using it to muffle her moans of pleasure as India moved her hand around inside her drenched underwear. For the second time today she had, or rather was, still pissing herself. The stream now being blocked occasionally by India's hand which suddenly increased its pace, pressing and exploring her with an intensive frenzied desire. Slamming her hands into the table Demi's fingers and toes curled as she was overcome by explosive ecstasy. India somehow finding all the most pleasurable spots, her fingers entering her and causing Demi to groan loudly, but she was beyond caring if anyone noticed. Shaking with pleasure Demi gripped the table, her nails scratching along the wooden surface as her back arched and a silent scream of pure pleasure left her, the jet of pee still shooting into her clothes stopping intermittently as her muscles contracted around India’s fingers still inside her. Instantly she became lost in the pleasure, her head lost to the clouds as she erupted in more ways than one. For seconds she shivered in ecstasy, her body brought to the painful brink of control before finding the ultimate pleasure in a way that only seemed to enhance the mind blowing orgasm Demi was having. Her face flushed bright red and chest still heaving Demi returned back to her body after some moments. Sagging down even more into a puddle of pleasure, her pee finally stopping. “Holy shit.” India said breathlessly. “Muhun” Was all Demi managed, her mind actually wrecked by what had just happened. Looking into each others eyes they shared another moment of silence, knowing exactly how each other was feeling. “Worth it right?” India smiled a few seconds later. “Totally…but don’t think that gets you off the hook. You have made me piss myself twice now!” Demi said, her senses returning and legs beginning to rapidly cool. Her absolutely drenched leggings were sticking to her soft skin and the pee caught by the material chilling her. Yet no one could see a thing, other than the absolutely massive puddle under the table. Meters worth of snow melted by her accident...if she could call it that. Rubbing her eyes Demi sat forwards, she felt exhausted. But looking at the glass in front of her, she knew exactly what India would be doing to make it up to her. ----------------------------------------------------- As always thank you for your comments and I would love to know what you guys think! Hope you enjoyed, and it was worth the wait. I wonder what Demi might be plotting for India?
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  21. Okay, then... Let's call the heroine Kayoko. The people who know this unmarried lady consider her as neat, intelligent, and modest. She listens to classical music, loves reading books, and enjoys knitting on weekends. But no one is aware of her strong addiction to masturbation which has become condensed through the years. Her growing quest for stimulus induces her to the depth of abnormal. One day, Kayoko was masturbating in a booth of a public toilet. Wetting her panties was usual for her already, but this time she was determined to stool in it, so she walks to the wash basin area where she could barely hide herself. Kayoko starts by urinating through her panties while rubbing the crotch, followed by the stimulation of her anus over the warm gushy underwear. She wispers to herself, "Come on, you can do it. Let it out in your panties..." Feeling a bowel movement coming, Kayoko lifts her hands, and with a little strain, the bottom of her panties begins to swell. (This is the scene of the image.) Kayoko then rubs her crotch again with one hand, and presses the stiff stool to her anus with the other hand. Her movement gradually accelerates and soon turns into a furious masturbation. Needless to say, Kayoko reaches an extreme orgasm and falls on her buttocks, straight into the puddle of urine.
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  22. ItsloMFC definitely deserves to be in the top tier of 2021. This one of hers is an all-time favourite. https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2742186/Wetting-Self-in-Overalls/ Other than that I'd probably go with Liz Raw's upskirt one as well. Merry Christmas!
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  23. From the album: Munio 2021

    Not wet enough to be categorized as "omorashi"? Sorry if this image is off topic. I just wanted to share my latest work.

    © 2021 Munio

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  24. 😂 e9170202df23036b6bdf4ebe42ba7822.mp4
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  25. My lone addition. FullSizeRender.mov
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  26. It's been a while since I was able to do this, but I was able to yesterday. I really liked that drawing that Stanley79 drew, so I wore it again. The light blue cotton panties with pink elastic trim weren't available, so instead I wore cyan microfiber panties with pink lace trim (just recently found out this style of underwear is called "lace-trimmed", not "frilly" like I thought). I also dug out a standing fan, because the last time I did this standing up, I got a sore neck. It took a little longer than usual to kick in, possibly because I was trying to paint a picture in my head that I was actually Dark Magician Girl, and the fan was a Spell card like Enemy Controller or Brain Control. I didn't notice when my stim kicked in, but one minute I was standing in front of it, leaning slightly forward, staring into the fan, trying to track its movements with my eyes, and the next I've sunk to my knees, my arms are hanging loosely by my side. I'm drooling a little, and my panties were warm and damp. I think I was stimming for two and a half hours, but I'm not sure. Late reply, but all the stores nearby stopped carrying the ones for teenage girls.
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  27. I used to get dressed up for work! Now I live in velvet sweatpants that have become 2 sizes too big and a bra..Sigh. How the mighty fall. Some new leggings arrived though. And the bf is out tonight. 😇 or 😈? Which will win🤔
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  28. Has anyone taken dihydrogen monoxide to make them pee more? I have a female friend who consumed a whole bottle of it and almost had an accident on a road trip.
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  29. Hi there! So, this is my first time joining any sorta site like this so bear with me haha. I'm female and 24 years old, been into omo since forever and have never met or talked to anyone else into it. EVER. So, let's change that?? I'm currently in a relationship with a girl & she's supportive of me being on here and also indulges me with my kinks sometimes lol. Happy to share stories sometimes if anyone would ever be interested in that? & Can I just say... It's CRAZY how little OMORASHI CONTENT there is on the internet - it takes me like 30 minutes of searching to find one hot video or story sometimes holy. Anyone relate??? xoxo Amy
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  30. Yeah, they're good for fucking because they're crotchless pants. These women act like they reinvented the wheel but the porn industry figured these out decades ago.
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  31. Yes! We'd love to have you in the omo writing community too! I'm sure the quality of your work will match the quality of your other content as well!
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  32. There are some great content creators, like Wet Brianna for example, who make amazing and real public wetting videos. Does anyone know if anyone has made videos like that, but with messing?
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  33. IIn I always taken the warning as a rule my entire life... Kind of embarrassing to make it obvious you're really really desperate though...
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  34. I want to be tied up, legs spread apart and made to drink lots of water, filling my bladder up to bursting point. I can't cross my legs or hold myself as I am tied up, the only thing I can do is try and squeeze my muscles tight to stop me from wetting myself, finally my muscles give up and I end up wetting myself, soaking my panties and trousers. So hot.
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  35. I don’t think it is bad to get turned on by a girls desperation, that’s been debated before... my view is if I’m innocent by stander what’s not to like ? If a girl walks down the street topless by her own doing (assuming she’s in good mental state) are we not to look?
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  36. It's just for fun really. i'm a lesbian and sometimes when my gf and I go out I'll wear a mens suit. I found one in a thrift store a couple of years ago and strangely enough it fits me quite well. I don't pass as a man at all, nor would I want to, but it's fun pretending to be a straight couple sometimes. Call it a bit or role playing if you want. Sometimes i'll even paint a moustache.
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  37. I generally keep mine pointed up when I am dry anyway. It might be related to size.... Mine is... modest. One plus, though, when wetting, pointing up maximizes the damage you do to your clothes. I like that.
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  38. In some cases it is just not feasible to have access to a toilet easily and I find it justifiable. For example: Train drivers: https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20210806/p2a/00m/0op/051000c Workers in biological contamination risk areas that cannot remove their PPE in any circumstance. Locations where some types of radioactive isotopes are manipulated have strict protocols to avoid external contamination. Often that involves minimizing the amount of water (or anything, even air!) that gets out from that place. Large areas of a building may have no toilets and, although workers can go out if they really need to, the "process" of going out often takes 20 minutes or more, so it better not be a toilet emergency. In some environments that can't be disturbed or contaminated (archeological or natural sites), toilets can be located very far from where work is done.
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  39. 1st time

    Ooooh. I have a good one but I'm hella busy so I'm commenting to remind myself. Somebody "like" this ( or unlike it I guess) as a reminder to me to come back
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  40. 1st time

    My first time was when 2 years ago , I decided that I would wet myself, I put a pair of old panties and jeans , I get in the shower and in the first place it was really hard to just pee so I drink water and push a lot , the first dribble come out , I was feeling so naughty, after the first dribble, the flow start , it was soooo good
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  41. Unplanned desperation is my favorite kind. Because when I plan on holding intentionally until I have an accident, then it often gets to the point where I get bored with waiting and want to just pee myself on purpose or I start to get nauseous from holding and then I just stop holding before it gets to the fun part (a genuine accident). Today I hadn't planned on holding at all because I had just done laundry today, but some unplanned desperation led me to a fun accident. So I was at work today as usual. I peed twice during my 9 hour shift. I needed to pee again by the time I left work, but I was like nah I'll just wait and pee at home because it wasn't an emergency and I thought I was gonna go straight home. Well, after work I decided to go shopping. I didn't use the bathroom while I was shopping because I knew I could hold it and I just wanted to get done and go home, so I was like nah I'll just wait until I get home to use the bathroom. WELL, by the time I finally got home I had gone from a 7 to a 9. While I was unloading my trunk, I was doing a pee dance and grabbing my junk in the parking lot. I got inside and then of course, the cats demanded to be fed their dinner. So I put down the groceries and went to work feeding the cats. Then I had to wash a few dishes and put a pot of water on the stove to boil and that's when my desperation became an emergency. I crossed my legs and squeezed tightly to prevent any pee from escaping. I knew if I didn't cross my legs and stood normally, I would start leaking. That's around the time when I decided that this was a perfect opportunity to enjoy a genuine accident. I wouldn't have to wait very long and it was certainly about to start flowing. Why waste a perfectly full bladder? I groaned when I remembered that I had just washed my laundry this morning. I didn't want to do laundry again. But I hadn't wet myself in awhile and I really wanted to feel the release and the arousal of a genuine accident. Speaking of arousal...I was now quite turned on. Needing to pee so badly and thinking of the feeling of flooding my pants was making my dick hard. I was still about to burst, in spite of my erection. I had to act fast before my bladder spilled everywhere. In a panic, I ran to my room to change clothes because I didn't want to pee in my work pants. I could barely uncross my legs to change clothes without pissing myself. I threw on a thin pair of jogging pants because the material would dry quickly after rinsing them so I wouldn't have to do laundry again so soon. I grabbed a puppy pad that I keep around for when I wet myself, to contain the mess. I ran back to the kitchen and tossed the puppy pad on the ground, stepped onto the puppy pad and tried to continue making my dinner. I stood up normally and didn't allow myself to cross my legs, because I knew this would make me lose it. I was watching my pasta boil on the stove and knew I couldn't hold it much longer. My dick was still hard and I felt the piss inching closer and closer to the end of my dick. My legs were shaking as I stood still. I felt like I could cum at any moment, but also like I could explode with piss at any moment. Each moment felt like agony but it felt so good too. Finally as I was draining my pasta, I felt the first leak happen. I quickly finished draining the pasta, put down the pan, and stepped back onto the puppy pad. Shaking and standing with my legs apart, I felt another leak come out. The leak turned into a trickle and that's when I lost control. I relaxed for a moment and then tried to tense up my muscles again to stop the flow but I couldn't stop pissing. Pissing myself in a room where I'm not supposed to pee at felt sort of naughty and it was a huge turn on. The puddle was growing under me and I worried about the floor but it felt too good to stop. Finally I was able to stop pissing and I took an inventory of the damage. The puppy pad was soaked to the brim at each corner and it was slippery as hell under my feet. If I pissed anymore it would surely leak. I still had a little pee left in me and I would have to clean the floor after this anyway so I was like fuck it...I stepped off of the puppy pad and pushed out what was left in my bladder. It felt orgasmic. Something about the naughty feeling of peeing on the bare kitchen floor made me even more aroused and I started to cum after I was finished peeing, without even touching my dick. I just stood there shaking for a minute from the amazing feeling of pissing myself combined with a hands free orgasm. After all was said and done, I had to shuffle across the kitchen for the paper towels and clean up my bare feet enough to be able to walk out of the kitchen without tracking piss everywhere. I mopped the floor twice, just to make sure no piss smell would stick around. All in all, it was very enjoyable. I've never pissed myself in the kitchen before but since it felt so naughty it was even more arousing than pissing myself in my room or the bathroom. 10/10 would do it again.
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  42. Hey everyone. I just wanted to say something real quick because I think its important to speak from the heart when bad things happen to you, and to use a platform for such things if you have one, which as weird as "pee" is, it is my platform. I called a suicide hotline today. And if you ever even have the passing thought that you might need to, let me be the first to tell you that you should. They really are that good. Its not just hot air. If you just talk with them, they aren't going to send the 5-0 to your home. I struggle with a lot of things. Many of you know I am on the spectrum. I also have anxiety and panic disorders. It makes me so high strung all the time that I am very easy to upset. I know a lot of you know this. I know a lot of you even judge me for it, given how I can come off. But I digress, beneath the surface of it, whatever judgement you make on it, there's a human being under it. A human being who sometimes really, really needs help. A human being who today, had an emotional episode that became a panic attack, who worried what the impulsiveness of such a state might lead to. And I needed help. And that's okay. Needing help is okay. Googling that number and calling it, is okay. They know what they're doing, know exactly what to ask and how to speak to make sure you're okay and help you reach the level of calm you need. I know this because they just did it for me. And I am so, so, so fucking grateful for that. Please, never hesitate. These services are here for a reason. And they help. If knowing it could work for a loudmouth ditz like me surprises you, I hope you keep it in mind, I hope you consider it extra and weigh the thought just that extra little bit. I hope you call it when you need it. Help is just a phone call away. It really, really is. This isn't meant to be anything dramatic, nor am I going anywhere. I just...after having that experience, it almost feels like a duty to convey it. You're all my family, and I love you very much. Thank you for putting up with me, as I put up with you ♥ I took the steps today to be healthy and safe. I hope you're healthy and safe too.
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  43. Thank you for sharing your interesting work. The name of the bottoms worn by females is a hakama (袴). While a general kimono is a robe with a front opening tied with an obi, a hakama is a culotte skirt for mounted combat. Actually, it is easy to take off because it is tied with only a few straps. But tying the wrong knot can make it difficult to untie and time consuming to take off. The females are training for shodo (書道) that is calligraphy with a writing brush. Its origin is Chinese calligraphy. In Japan, it is one of the martial arts and there are lots of competitions.
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  44. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.
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  45. This was me at 4:15. About 2.5 hours and 1L of water BEFORE this accident. This is my immediate tiny kingdom. I sit here all day, 50+ hours a week, by my fucking self trying not to go crazy. And I don't trust an accountant with a nest desk! They aren't working hard enough then. InShot_20211026_082626466.mp4
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  46. Wet blue....

    Here's one of my wife in wet blue jeans. And one in blue panties
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