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A drinking contest at late hours holds some dangers for reckless women. After being thrown out due to the bar closing, and having to deal with a hellish, unending line for the ladies; the liters of beer flowing through her system and pouring into her bulging, overflowing bladder forced her to find some shelter to hide, urgently pull her clothes down and explode all over the pavement, soaking it with a night's worth of cheap drinks .

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Fluffy Easter! 🐇

Here is a cute video i found on pornhub. The girl pees through her pink panties outdoors. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph625b847d2066d 😅skinny pretty piss in public after party comment if you like it💦 - Pornhub.com_480.mp4

Inside the tavern, Nexi quickly took one of the corner tables. After giving a quick look of the menu, she rang the bell put there, calling the waitress over. "Coming, Miss!" The girl who approached the table was the twin sister of the girl from before. She wore pretty much the same outfit as hers, with the difference only being the dark apron she wore in front of her brown skirt. "What will it be, Miss?" She had a small notebook and a pen on her hands, ready to joy down the order she gave her. "Yes, I would like the vegetable soup with some bread on the side, please. Oh, and a cup of jasmine tea as well." "On it, Miss!" She swiftly wrote her two orders down before walking away, giving Nexi a nice view of her behind. That, and the fact that she had a wet spot just where her faucet should be. Hmm, how curious… She needs to pee too yet she wasn't fidgeting like her sister. She might just be better at holding it. … Oh, nevermind… that tense gait… that's her telltale tale that she was bursting… She shook her head. Poor thing. How could their mother do this to them? She didn't offer her help this time, however. She didn't know the slightest thing about becoming a waitress after all. ㅤ Soon after, the girl returned with her tray. She served the tea first, followed by the soup and bread. "Here we are!" She smiled, pressing the now empty tray to the front of her dress. "Anything else, Miss?" "No. That would be all." With a curtsy, the waitress excused herself. She left her on her own, with the wet patch on her bum twice the size it was before. Nexi sighed. She only hoped she made it all the way through the morning rush. ㅤ The elf sat there for about an hour or so, taking her time with her meal and drink. Especially the latter. She found the taste absolutely delicious, to the point that she drank another cup. And another. And another. Until she had five cups in total. As for the poor waitress, she was thankfully relieved by her mother soon (no pun intended), though not before she had to waddle to the privy, leaving a trail of pee behind her that her mother had to mop. She let out a sigh, putting down her final cup. It was time for her to leave. Tch. The moment she stood, she felt a pang on her bladder. That's right. I haven't relieved myself this morning. And jasmine tea does have a strong diuretic effect… She bit her lip, cursing herself for losing control by ordering that many cups. She just couldn't help it. She loved the taste that much. Before she could leave for the privy, however, she had to pay for her meal first. Her eyes scanned the room. The older woman wasn't there. How odd. Well, I'll just pay later. For now, relief. Now, where is the privy? I was pretty sure the bursting waitress went this direction… She walked to the back of the tavern. And there, in the corridor that linked it with the kitchen, she found it–the privy. Only, there were already three women standing in line for their turn: two were adventurers like her while the last one was the mother of the bursting twin from before. I guess she needs to go as well… … No. I can't be bothered. I'll just hold it until I'm on the road. I'll do my business there. She was no stranger to peeing outside after all. ㅤ She made her way to the front desk, paying for her meal there. With a smile, the girl there thanked her, wishing her luck in her adventurers. She had yet to forget her save after all. Once outside, she made her way to the south wall. There should be a small gate there that directly led to the short mountain passage that would bring you to the ruins. When she arrived there, she was greeted by the sight of a closed gate, with guards standing around, giving her a look of suspicion. She raised her eyebrows. Did something happen? Why was the gate closed? Unfortunately for her, she miscalculated one thing. She needed a permission to enter said ruins. You couldn't just walk there and go pass the gate. The ruins were considered a treasure of the city. As such, only authorized people were allowed to visit and research it. When she walked up to the nearest guard and asked, that was the answer she received. A-a permit? Are you serious? Who does that with a ruin? Those were constructed by my forefathers. You humans can't just forbid me from accessing it! … was what she wanted to yell to the guard. But she stopped herself. No point in doing so. It would just get herself arrested. "Go to the city hall if you want a permit." The guard then said. The city hall? She groaned silently. The city hall was smack dab in the center of the city. She would have to walk all the way back there. Took her half an hour to get here. Not to mention that her need to pee was getting pretty bad to the point she was squirming as she spoke to the guard. But, she had no choice. She didn't see any privy around. She had to wait yet again until she made it to the town hall. ㅤ The return trip ended up being a lot worse on her. The nagging had turned into actual, overpowering need that demanded to be taken care of. She had to stop multiple times just to press her hands between her legs or else she risked a leak. The chilly morning wind didn't help matters either, blowing up her skirt every chance it got. Oh how she regretted leaving the inn without relieving herself.

Mods should have the right to moderate their forum as they see fit. I think she said that she received warnings and even a temp ban in the past. Clearly, she was doing something that was in violation of some rule, and she didn't abide by said rule. Don't know what exactly, but its not my place to know

FWIW I agree completely

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David started to wake. He lazily cracks his heavy tired eyes. The promise of more sleep is warm and inviting with Dani nestled up against his body, one of her legs draped over his crotch crossing his lower body. He lightly stretches the arm that isn’t pinned under Dani’s pillow, takes a slow deep breath and exhales through his nose, ready to drift back into a deep sleep. Just as he was about to doze off a hot trickling sensation against his hip caught his attention. His eyes snap open! It was happening! It was finally happening! He was witnessing a genuine bedwetting! David has had a pee fetish for as long as he can remember but hasn’t been able to bring himself to tell Dani in their 7 months together. She is the first girl he’s actually been serious about in years and he just couldn’t take the idea of her possibly rejecting his greatest fantasy. The truth is he’s never been brave enough to bring it up with anyone except a couple guy friends while drunkenly discussing porn preferences. Even then they didn’t know how deep this obsession goes for him. It is the only category of porn he can really get off to. There is something so primal and sexy about the loss of control and the mess it leaves behind. David feels his dick stiffen as Dani’s stream starts to hiss and burble under the covers. He is now so hard his erection almost hurts. The head of his cock is starting to peek out of his waistband. In this moment he is completely torn. Should he wake her? Surely this is going to be an embarrassing moment for Dani even if he didn’t care. Her pee was starting to pool a little bit between their bodies as she continued to slowly soak her grey panties. David could feel his quickened heartbeat in his erection. Knowing it was the right thing to do David turns his body toward Dani to gently nudge her awake. The pee that has collected between them starts to soak into his shirt as the weight on the mattress shifts. He brushes her shoulder lightly with the back of his hand. Dani moans sleepily in a playful disappointed tone and she starts to realize something isn’t right. Her eyes jolt open and 3 hard long jets of pee splash right into David’s crotch. His entire body starts to buzz with excitement and a familiar feeling begins to take hold. David was about to cum. He hadn’t even touched himself but there was no mistaking it. Those three jets of pee have brought him to the moment of no return. Dani quickly props herself up on one arm and surveys the wet patch of pooled urine between them. Her face turns a bright shade of red, her voice shaking “Oh my god! No no no. I am so sorry babe I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” At this point David is clenching every muscle in his abdomen and pelvic floor just trying not to cum. His beautiful girlfriend is in distress and he can’t say a word because he is having some sort sick involuntary enjoyment of it. It takes all of his strength but he manages to say “Don’t worry babe we can just clean it up.” Dani jumps out of the bed her hand wiping away the pee glistening on her thighs, the soaked fabric of her panties sticking to her crotch showing the soft outline of her pussy lips. She quickly ducks out of the bedroom with one hand jammed in her crotch muttering to herself “Fuck, fuck fuck.” Five quick steps and she is in the hallway bathroom, she yanks her soaked panties down to her ankles and they slop loudly against the tile as she starts to unleash a torrent of pee into the toilet. At this point David is sweating gripping the bed for dear life. The sound of Dani’s strong desperate stream plunging into the water in the next room was too much! He pursed his lips tightly to hold back any moans as he started to ejaculate forcefully into his pants and up his stomach. He let out a few heaving breaths with the last of his orgasmic shudders and relaxed into the warm puddle on the bed.

So, this is not my original work, it is an experience that I saved from the experiences forum about 3/4 years ago from an account that is no longer active, but I have reworked it into a fiction. Hope that is ok and hope you enjoy! I gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 40th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since she saw Fleetwood Mac in the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up nicely, like a classic rock chick, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum, and she was happy to travel with the "younger crowd" as she called them. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth. When we arrived the venue very crowded, and parking was a nightmare, but it was all good! My mum and I separated from my friends at the concert venue, agreeing to meet them back at the car straight afterwards. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. She then said that she had to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, it quickly became apparent that there were far too little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, and probably 2 thirds of those, at least, being female, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation. We waited in line for about 15 minutes, and weren't even halfway down the line. Eventually we heard the tannoy announcing that Ed was due on stage in 15 minutes. My mum moaned that she didn't want to miss any, and this line was another 20 minutes at least. I asked what she wanted to do, and was quite surprised when she said that she needed to pee, but she needed to see Ed come on stage more! I reassured her that after the gig the lines would be less, because people just wanted to go home, so, whilst she looked unsure, she decided that she could hold it until after the show, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, I tried to talk to my mum, but she looked tense. It was obvious that her bladder was now VERY full because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. We slowly made our way towards the exit, but it was painfully slow going as the stadium started to empty. She crossed her legs again every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got close to the toilet area, she blurted out, "Sorry, but I really need to go the bathroom before we leave...". I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "You said that the lines would be shorter now"! She gasped, sounding somewhat panicked. "Sorry mum" I said, "They usually are. I guess because its such a big gig, and there are so many young girls and alcohol tents, well, this is the result. Let's head out to the carpark and..." She interrupted me, "I'm sorry, but I really need to go...", and she joined the HUGE line and we waited. After about 10 minutes and some serious leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and the toilets were still agonisingly far away! "Why is everyone taking so long" she whined, with a little mock whimper, "This is just ridiculous, are there any other toilets?" "There's some round the other side" I said, "but they'll be just as bad, maybe we should just leave?" "LEAVE?!" she gasped, "No way, I need to wee first" Looking down the line, it was clear that there were probably 50 or 60 people ahead of her in line for about 15 portapotties. Reaching the toilets was going to take at least another 20 minutes, probably half an hour the way this queue was moving, and there was a lot of whining, bouncing and squirming, there was no way anyone was giving up their place in line. A girl about 5 people behind us shouted out: "HURRY UP AT THE FRONT, WE'RE FUCKING DESPERATE BACK HERE", a shout which was met with enthusiastic cheers from down the line. The girl in front of mum, who looked about 19, turned to mum and said; "This is stupid isn't it, how can they be taking so long, my bladder is so full its gonna blast out of me like a firehose, I'll be empty in seconds" "Oh don't" replied mum, seemingly forgetting herself for a second, "I can't remember the last time I was this full, I gotta go like a racehorse" "Mum" I said, trying to convince her to head to the car park. "This queue is gonna take fucking ages, let's head out and we'll get Tim to stop at the services, it'll probably be quicker than waiting in this line, and the toilets will definitely be cleaner." She was really not up for this though, telling me that she would rather wait for a wee first and how she couldn't bear to extend her wait any longer than it needed to be, but I reassured her the services would be quicker, and that there might even be more toilets out by the carpark, or another option to go somewhere if it was a real emergency. I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I had decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, and there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked very unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car. Anna, my friends girlfriend who had recently turned 20, looked angry. "There you are, we've been waiting for fucking ages!". "Too long eh Anna", teased Chris. "Fuck off Chris" she replied, "I had no choice". "Sorry" said my mum, "it's just that we tried to...", Anna interrupted, she was clearly drunk, "I don't care what your excuse it, I nearly pissed myself, we waited so long, I had to drop my knickers and piss in the carpark like an animal, just get in, I just want to get home now, I've never been so humiliated". Chris sniggered at her, and sure enough, next to the car there was an ENORMOUS puddle. She must have been frantic if that had all come out of her!! I was secretly upset that I had missed her public show. Everyone got in the car though, Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park, probably 25 minutes, and my mum, although trying to hide it, obviously really, really had to go to the bathroom badly. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her. I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, before the services, but Anna was furious, so there was no way I was asking. She could ask Tim herself if necessary. Once on the motorway, I could see that my mum discretely open the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. "I'm really sorry Tim, but you will need to pull in at the next services" she finally said, confirming that her need must be getting absolutely frantic. Anna snapped at her though, "Are you taking the piss, you've already held us up, I just want to get home". I knew she was very nearly having a piss, never mind taking the piss, and her squirming now increased. "I am sorry, really I am, but I could do with a trip to the Ladies". Anna was furious "Well, I could have done with a trip to the fucking Ladies while I was standing around waiting for you. Hopefully you'll feel how bursting I was when I had to drop my pants in public". Mum was now almost bouncing in her seat, her need clearly increasing now it was out in the open. "I'm really sorry Anna, I just had to try and wait for the toilet, but the queue was huge, I never got to go and I'm not used to drinking so much, it's really quite urgent". She was clearly frantic now, and Anna was not helping! "Well good, I hope it hurts" she said, "I've never been so embarrassed, I hope you piss yourself!". Tim took over now, "We'll be home in 20 minutes Mrs C, just cross your legs, there's no more services now anyway, you'll be OK". She groaned out loud "I'm not OK now" she said, "Oh God, Pete, you said we could stop at the services, SHIT, OK, just please, PLEASE hurry, I really don't think I can hang on another 20 minutes!" With 3 of us crammed into the back seat, I was sitting very close to my mum, and I could feel that she was constantly squirming now. Anna was very drunk, and from past experience I knew that when she got like that she would say exactly what she thought. She had clearly been embarrassed, probably because Chris had watched her peeing. Chris was our singleton mate, and it was a standing joke that he was a bit of a perv, the way she had been talking, Anna had clearly been desperate, and maybe even started to wet herself waiting for us, and she was mortified. I knew though, mum had been complaining of being bursting before the gig started, and that was well over 2 and a half hours ago. The next 5 minutes must've passed like an eternity for her, as she almost shouted out. "Are we nearly there Tim?". She was like a bursting little girl on a long road trip, and now had her hand constantly between her legs. "Not far Mrs C" he replied chirpily, clearly oblivious to the urgent show he was missing behind him. "We'll have you home in about 15 minutes". "WE NEED TO STOP" she gasped, "NOW" "I told you, there are no rest stops out here" replied Tim, as Anna turned around and saw my mum in a state of pure desperation. "Please" gasped my mum, "pull over here, I don't care" "I can't stop on the motorway" said Tim, now sounding a little more concerned, as Anna added "Now you know how you made me feel, you ready to drop your knickers in public yet?" "YES!!!" gasped mum, "Oh yes, please, anywhere, ohhhhhh" she collapsed into a long guttural groan ! "I put my arm round her, "you'll be OK mum" I reassured, "you can always wait longer than you think". "I can't" she gasped again with tears welling in her eyes, "I can't, I have to go, please, please, just pull over, please, now" I could feel her physically shaking as she fought to hold on, both her hands were between her legs as she bounced her bum up and down on the chair. "Fuck" said Chris, "I think it really is an emergency mate, you better stop". "I can't just stop on the motorway" replied Tim, "the exit is in 5 miles, just another couple of minutes and I'll pull over." We continued down the the highway relentlessly, as mum whimpered in agony. 30 seconds passed and she cried out again. "Tim, you have to stop". To my astonishment, she started to undo her belt, We passed a sign, the next exit was 1 mile. "Just another mile Mrs C, hang on". She burst into tears. "I'm going to piss myself" she screamed, "Please, oh please, it's coming out, please stop, don't make me wee in my knickers". Tears flowed down her face as she tore open her jeans and thrust her hand down the front of her knickers. In her frantic struggle her panty clad ass was almost on my lap now, as she tried to press her fingers into her aching pussy. She was wearing typical granny knickers, full back, white with faded pink flowers on them. There weren't dress to impress panties they were her comfy knickers she had owned for over 10 years! More than that though, there was a very visible wet patch on them! "Shit mate, she's not kidding" I said, "I'll pull over on the slip road" said Mike, "Just hold on 2 more minutes" She was pulling at her jeans now though as she started to edge them down. "It's coming" she cried, "I can't wait any more, I've gotta go right now, I can't stop it" "Hang on" said Tim, "Just 30 more seconds", the slip road was in sight, and Tim was accelerating at it hard. "I CAN'T" She wailed as she started to yank down her jeans. "Mum, what the hell are you doing..." I said. "PISSING" she replied, without hesitation, "I am pissing myself in a car full of fucking teenagers, please, oh holy fuck, please pull over right this second, Tim, PLEASE" Her jeans were now halfway down her thighs as she thrust both of her hands hard into her almost see through, clearly wet, knickers. "PLEASE STOP NOW" Suddenly a clear wet spot appeared on her knickers as she almost screamed, "It's over, I'm sorry" She was almost stood up in the back, fighting to try and press her hands harder into her pussy, in her desperate struggle, her ass was above my left knee, as drops started to drip from between her fingers. "FUCK" she stammered as she started to pull down her knickers with her right hand, whilst fighting to control herself with her left. Tim jerked off the motorway, as she yanked down her knickers and immediately lost a huge blast of piss. She was almost foaming at the mouth and couldn't speak properly. "What the fuck mum" I gasped, "what are you doing?!" "Fucking hell" said Chris, sat next to me, his eyes almost on stalks, staring at my mums now bare ass, and starting to pull out his phone, "I gotta get a pic of this". "Please, wee, now, stop, Oh, fuck, fuck It's coming, I'm weeing, sorry, of fuck, oh no, please stop, oh god, shit, no, not here, I couldn't wait, fuck" She was shaking as more and more frantic spurts blasted from their feminine prison, she was out of control, as piss dribbled through her fingers, she was trying so hard to control it, but it was going everywhere! Tim finally stopped, as Chris was now openly filming my mums desperate show, with a visible bulge in his pants. She let go of herself and pushed the door open, lunging for it as her floodgates fully gave way and a jet of piss shot across the back seat. She threw herself out of the door onto the hard shoulder of the slip road, with pee cascading down her legs, dropping immediately into a squat, and relaxing. "Oh Fuck YES" she gasped as piss blasted from between her legs, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Oh Christ I needed this, oh my god, oh my god, fuck, oh don't look" she added, tears flowed down her face as the most unbelievable blast of piss arced from her hairy pussy. She made no attempt to cover herself as her legs shook and she savoured her desperately needed relief. Her moans were almost orgasmic. "OH fuck, that feels good, Jesus, I never thought I was gonna be able to do this, Oh god, I'm sorry, ahhhhhh thankyou, fuck, wow." Her stream blasted on and on and on. No wonder she'd been making such a fuss, she had an incredible amount of pee in her. It was a full 45 seconds before her stream slowly dwindled to a trickle and she regained her composure. She opened her eyes to see 4 teenagers staring at her open mouthed, and a busy motorway slip road whizzing past. She quickly tried to cover herself, pulling up her knickers before realising they were absolutely soaked, and completely transparent, doing nothing to hide her dark bush. "Erm, I'm sorry about that" she stammered, as she tried to pull up her wet jeans, its just, erm, well, I had needed to go for so long, I said it was an emergency and you wouldn't stop." "Now you know how you made me feel" said Anna, slyly, without showing a single ounce of compassion. Mum was clearly soaked, as she got back into the car, which also showed a clear wet patch where she was sitting. There were splashes of her wee everywhere, on the seats, the windows, me and Chris. Everything was wet! "I'm so sorry Tim, I'll pay for you to get the car valeted, I said I needed you to stop, oh, I'm so embarrassed, I have never needed to go as badly as that, I thought my bladder was going to burst" The drive home was incident free, and easy going, it was a drive of awkward silence, and only about 10 minutes from my mum's humiliation, to getting her home. When we pulled up, Chris said something like, "Thanks for the show, it's been great", Whilst Tim, who was clearly also embarrassed at not stopping and seeing his best mates mum lose full control added "At least you don't have to dash to the loo now do you Mrs C". Mum was beet red in the face, and I was still shocked and could not quite believe what I had just seen. My mum sheepishly opened the door and said "I'm so sorry again, I'll pay for this, please send me the bill". We got out and my friends drove off and I stood there with my mum, outside our house, in the middle of the street, her tight jeans soaked with her urine. "Mum, what the hell just happened". She seemed so embarrassed and looked me in the eye, and said "I told you I was bursting and I needed to wait for the fucking portapotties, please, never talk of this again" and to this day, we never have!

I feel like the “X Gender can’t go but Y can” trope is either you love it or hate it. I personally like the trope where guys can go but girls are forced to hold it precisely because it’s unfair. I think it’s great in fan-fiction or videos, but I obviously wouldn’t want this sort of situation to happen in real life because that’s just wrong.

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Honestly her content always made me feel pretty uncomfortable and I was surprised it was allowed to stay up for so long. I get that peeing in the street or in the parking garage isn't considered violating the private property rule but I still always felt like it was right on the edge of being too much voyeurism; anyone who drives past or walks past or watches security cameras is going to see a grown woman pissing herself in public, and that's a lot of people to involve in your kink, however involuntarily you're "involving" them. Also if despguy123 is right and the company she works for owns the building where she works, it's probably wrong for her to be pretty much naked in her office chair, touching herself in the building, etc.

Just quoting something I said about this trope in a different topic. I don’t automatically hate any fic that uses it though.

Love that you assume she was banned for no reason when clearly you have no idea what the reason was 😂😂 (no I’m not saying she was banned for a good reason or not. Just saying you don’t know) Town criers like you are hysterical.

Hey Everyone, There was interest in this so I figured I'd start a new thread for it. I'm thinking the first stage of the competition will be to nominate and then decide on prompts. If you have an idea of a prompt for everyone to write about, go ahead and post it on this thread. The prompts should be broad enough that we allow for creativity but narrow enough that the stories are somewhat similar in terms of theme. If you're looking for inspiration, here's a link to an archive of the famous Thomas Water Resources writing competition: https://web.archive.org/web/20040606073059/http://www.femaledesperation.com/comp/comp.htm If you see a prompt there that you absolutely love, also feel free to nominate that. Here's what I'm thinking in terms of timeline: Now-April 25: Collect prompts April 25-May 2: Vote on prompts May 3: Competition begins June 6: Deadline for submissions June 13: Winner is announced Let me know if you have any feedback or suggestions - and if you'd like to be a judge, please PM me. You can still submit a story even if you're a judge, this is just a friendly competition after all.

Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach

I think that there were two basic inspirations for this as it was based on two incidents in my life that were sort of unrelated but form the basis of this story. The first was I remember when I was young that I had really constrictive Easter clothing one day, not so much as dramatic as being sewn into the outfit, but that made going to the bathroom really difficult. The another occasion I went to a family reunion where we took a limousine to drive the whole family there, and by the time we got there we all needed to go to the bathroom and got delayed for a while. So then I sort of combined those two events and then I also added the aspect of constricting clothing, which is something I have chatted about with @Becky Lewis, so I decided to make her a character. I'll admit that the idea of a formal Easter event where people go to eat chocolate bunnies and drink champagne is kind of a weird premise, as I never actually heard of such a thing, but hey a suspension of disbelief, I think it still works to facilitate the desperation in the story and that's what matters, so I hope everybody enjoys this. Can also be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/9781.html Also if you want to see another Easter desperation story I wrote three years ago involving the Easter bunny check it out in my old blog at https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/2019/04/23/. Desperate underneath Your Easter Dress Jill had to admit that she wasn't exactly looking forward to Easter that year, as she and her friends got invited to a special formal Easter event, where everybody would get together and exchange all sorts of chocolates and stuff. She liked chocolate but she had to admit that it sounded like it was going to be a boring stuffy affair for the most part, and she always hated any type of event where she had to dress in formal wear, as it always made going to the bathroom extremely difficult, and Jill was a person who dressed for practicality rather than fashion for the most part. As Jill's friends Audrey, Gilda and Becky helped her get into her Easter outfit, she had to admit it was rather tight and a snug fit, just as she feared. "How are we supposed to go to the bathroom in these things," Jill said as she looked at the dress that seemed like it was sewn on to her. Gilda shook her head. "I'm afraid that this particular dress you have to pretty much just have to hold it all day." "Hold it all day, I don't think I want to hold it all day!" Jill said shaking her head thinking her day just got a whole lot worse. "Well you just went to the bathroom before we sewed you into the dress, so at least now you shouldn't have to worry about going to the bathroom for at least a few hours," Audrey said. "Although I have to admit I'm not very fond of these outfits myself. When people design these things don't they ever think about the fact that women really need to use the bathroom at some point?" Becky nodded. "Yeah, but I think that they figured that these type of formal events are only a couple of hours long, so they figure that people wearing these dresses probably could just hold it for a couple of hours. I mean I'm sure that we will be okay, I don't think that these dresses were designed for really long event or anything like that. They are meant to make you look really good for a really short amount of time." "I have to admit I really am feeling rather anxious about this, and when I am anxious that makes me have to go to the bathroom more," Jill said shaking her head. "Sometimes women have to suffer for fashion Jill," Becky said. "And I know that you're not typically one of those women who is willing to suffer for fashion, but this is just a one time event, it's just a few hours and then we will be home and we can basically cut you out of your dress, and you can cut us out of our dresses, and so on and so forth." "How come I feel like we are going to end up regretting this," Jill said as the four of them got into their limousine that they had rented to take them to the formal event. They figured if they were going to have to go to a formal event and that they had to rent a car anyway they might as well go in style. "Hey look, this limousine has like a mini bar in it," Gilda said as she started reaching for it before Jill slapped her hand away. "Hey what gives?" "Do you want to end up having to go to the bathroom really bad in a dress that you can't take off?" Jill said. Gilda shook her head. "You know I had already completely forgotten about that." "Well then you are lucky that you have a very bathroom conscious friend who is here to make sure that you don't do something extremely stupid," Jill said smiling smugly. "Now I recommend that we all try to limit our liquid intake so that we don't find ourselves in some type of emergency situation." "Jill you put too much planning into things related to bathrooms," Audrey said shaking her head, although she had to admit that Jill had a point, they didn't want to tank up on the liquids when they knew that they wouldn't be able to go to the bathroom all day until they got home and could take their dresses off. "I always say it's better to be safe than sorry," Jill said as the three of them nodded and began talking. Unfortunately it was a particularly hot Easter this year, and it soon became extremely warm because the air-conditioning in the limousine wasn't working, and they were wearing tight fitting clothing with several layers. "Oh my God, I'm sweating like a pig in here," Gilda said as she started pouring herself a drink. "I know, but at least if we are sweating that means that fluid is leaving our body rather than going inside of it," Jill said as she licked her lips, admitting that she was getting rather thirsty herself. "Look we agreed that we should probably watch our liquid intake, but we shouldn't completely dehydrate ourselves," Becky said as she started taking a drink. Jill really knew she shouldn't, but as she saw all of her friends taking a drink she couldn't resist and she soon started drinking with them. She took small sips at first, but as the trip went on the limousine became intolerably hot, and she could feel herself sweating underneath her dress it was becoming unbearable, and she found herself drinking more in spite of herself. She once again tried to limit herself but there was only so much a person could tolerate in a hot stuffy limousine like that. And it would figure there was a lot of traffic too. "Finally we are here," Jill said, as they got out of the car, and she was immediately going to run to the bathroom until she remembered that she was wearing a dress that was not designed for that, because whoever designed it was a fucking idiot who probably had never even so much as consulted women on on these matters and just was thinking of fashion exclusively. Jill knew that as a lesbian she shouldn't be dismissing her own kind, but she really regretted the fact that ironically it seemed like most women's clothing was designed by gay men who all had clothing for themselves in which there was a fly that could be opened to allow urination. As Jill and her friends got out of the limousine, they started meeting and greeting with lots of other men and women at the event. As Jill looked around she could see that all of the women were wearing the same type constricting dresses, as that was part of the dress code for this particular event, which must have been planned by men, no by sadists, and looked like it was going to be a boring affair aside from all of the free chocolates that would be provided, which she didn't plan on eating until after they had left the event. It was a pretty typical affair where the four of them lined up in front of the limousine as people started taking pictures of them in all sorts of various poses. It was annoying having to make so many poses especially in a dress that didn't allow for much movement, and Jill could still feel that she was sweating like a pig underneath that thing. They were glad when they moved inside of the place to get away from the fact that they were near a lake and stream with a small little waterfall, and Jill noticed that she wasn't the only one who didn't seem to appreciate the sound of running water. She didn't have to pee very badly yet, but the fact that she already had to pee was a bad sign, so she realized that she should be behave very carefully if she wanted to avoid a disaster under the circumstances. The last thing she wanted to do was end up pissing herself at a formal event, as she would never be able to live that down. As the event got underway, people started to mingle and chat, and Jill felt that she was right, that the whole affair was rather dull. She was just kind of hoping that it would be over soon, they would take their free chocolates and candies and get home as soon as possible so that they could cut themselves out of the coffins that they happened to be wearing around their bodies. Once again Jill hated the fact that women's clothing seemed to be designed to make them look pretty rather than for comfort. In fact there was nothing wrong with designing clothing to look nice, but it seemed like a lot of this clothing they went out of their way to make it impossible to go to the bathroom, almost as though the people who had designed dresses like these were sadists who enjoyed watching women squirm for inability to pee while wearing them. She didn't like to involve herself in conspiracy theories, but right now she was picturing a bunch of gay men designing these dresses and laughing to themselves as they thought of all the women not getting to go to the bathroom all day. "How are you liking the event Jill," Becky asked. "I mean it's okay and everything, but it's kind of dull in all honesty," Jill said as she licked her lips. "Have you had anything to drink all day?" "I am trying to watch my liquid intake like you should be doing, for obvious reasons." "I have to admit that I could use the toilet right now, but luckily it's not an emergency yet." "Ladies and gentlemen, I think that everybody should try these of delectable chocolate bunny rabbits," the host of the event said as she started handing them out. "Thanks I think I will save mine for later," Jill said. "You know trying to watch my figure and everything." It was a lie, but she figured that if she got even slightly heavier from eating anything that the dress that was already suffocating her inside simply wouldn't fit against her body. Jill wanted to scratch herself, but she knew it was impossible through the dress, and she didn't want to seem like she was a low class individual with everybody watching her. "Jill I think we should eat the chocolate bunnies now, it's rude not to," Audrey whispered to her. "I know, but chocolate kind of makes me thirsty," Jill said as Audrey continued rolling her eyes in her general direction, like come on eat the chocolate bunny, don't make us look bad. Reluctantly Jill started tasting the chocolate bunny, and had to admit that it did taste rather fine, but it also made her extremely thirsty. She took a couple of sips of her water but she found that that wasn't very satisfying. "How much longer is this thing going to last," Jill said as she found Becky a little while later. "Well I think that they are going to do a toast in a short time, so everybody should get their champagne glasses ready," Becky said as Jill frowned. "You know I've been trying to stick to water and everything," Jill said as Becky frowned. "Fine, I will taste a little bit of the champagne." As the host of the event began toasting, everyone began drinking down their drinks. Unfortunately it wasn't just one toast, there was toast after toast after toast, where they were expected to keep sipping on the champagne. And Jill had to admit that she was getting more thirsty than she could tolerate and found herself drinking more. Unfortunately she could also feel that all of those drinks were extremely diuretic and going straight to her bladder, and she was beginning to get more uncomfortable than she was already from wearing a suffocating dress all day, on an Easter where it happened to be as hot as a summer day. "Global warming if you were a person I could kick your ass right now," Jill said as one of the event planners came over and she swallowed her pride and began smiling as she drank some more champagne. "This is a really nice event, I'm really enjoying myself." Jill had to admit though that that was a total lie, right now she just wanted to get to the bathroom. She noticed that the ladies room didn't have a line, which she thought was rather unusual, until she remembered that every woman at the event was wearing an outfit similar to her, outfits where they had to be sewn into the dress and weren't able to use the bathroom all day. Jill couldn't help but look around and see that other women were looking a bit antsy and anxious, she could see a couple of them leaning up against the wall, and she saw more than a few of them looking over at the bathroom with a longing glance in the same way that she was doing. Meanwhile she saw that the door to the men's room was opening and closing in a revolving door fashion as men continued drinking and going back for seconds, knowing that they wouldn't have to worry about holding it in until they got home. "Okay now it's been several hours, are we going to be going home soon," Jill said as she crossed her legs underneath her dress hoping nobody would notice what she was doing. "Yeah I have to admit that I am crossing my legs underneath here as well," Becky said as the two of them laughed nervously. "I was told this event would only be a couple of hours, but now we've been here for like four or five hours now and I am absolutely dying here," Jill said. "Stop complaining you guys, we are going to be leaving shortly I am sure," Gilda said, but they could both tell that she was staring towards the bathroom just as longingly as they were, as well as shaking her glass in her hand and looking really antsy. Audrey came over, making lots of quick little steps before pausing and using her hands to flatten out her dress, clearly looking nervous and bending a little. As Jill looked at her friends she knew that they probably all had crossed legs under those dresses and at least they were concealing that. But if they didn't start getting home soon she was going to scream. Now all she could think about was peeing. "This is a pretty nice event, isn't it ladies," said Chris, one of the hosts of the event. "I hope that you are liking all of the chocolate and champagne and everything. I love champagne, but it goes straight through me, I have probably gone to the bathroom like three times tonight and I think I'm going to have to go again soon." The woman all struggled to keep a straight face, and Jill had to struggle not to kick Chris right in the shins, which she probably couldn't do anyway, because her dress was so tight that such a movement would probably not be possible. The women all frowned as they watched Chris go off to the men's room and emerge a few minutes later and started coming back over their way. "Can I get you ladies some more champagne," Chris said with a smile. "No!" all of the women shouted instinctively, before realizing that they came across as rude. "I mean no thank you, alcoholic beverages should always be done in moderation," Becky said trying to keep her legs from shaking underneath her dress. "Becky I am freaking dying here," Jill said as she pressed her knees together underneath her dress. "Is there any possible way to facilitate urination in this dress." "Facilitate urination?" Becky said raising her eyebrow. "It's the formal atmosphere, I mean I need to take a piss!" Jill shouted before covering up her mouth as she could see a couple of other women looking over in her direction, and she couldn't help but notice a couple of them were sort of smiling or nodding in agreement with her, even some of the older uptight looking women who probably viewed piss as a curse word. Chris started going up at the head of the event and asked everybody to take another toast. It was obvious looking around the room that most of the women were looking decidedly uncomfortable. Jill could see a couple of women who seemed to be pacing back and forth with their hands on their hips, many leaning against the walls in a subtle way, and a lot of them looking over at the ladies room, which had not seen any activity all night. The only reason why a ladies room at such a crowded event would be unoccupied is simply because of the fact that none of the women were wearing anything that would allow them to go to the bathroom. "I hope that you're all enjoying the event, but looking around the room it looks like a lot of you are looking kind of antsy, like you want to go someplace, hope you aren't bored," Chris said with a laugh. "Anyway but I have seen that you have been enjoying the event, so I will extend it a little bit longer, no need to thank me." "Okay I don't give a fuck if it makes me sound low class or rude, we have to get the hell out of here, and we have to get the hell out of here right now," Jill said as her friends sort of twitched around and reluctantly nodded. "I think that we will just have to excuse ourselves politely." "Hey ladies, would any of you like to dance," Chris said as he came over, once again drinking another glass of champagne that no doubt would have him running to the bathroom in a short amount of time, which made all of them want to tie him up, place a funnel down his throat with a keg on top and then leave him there tied to a tree until he pissed himself. Little did Chris know they were all sort of dancing underneath their dresses, pee dancing that was. "You know this has been an absolutely lovely, event but we really must be going," Audrey said. "Yes, I think that we all really really really must be going," Gilda said looking like she was about to bite her lip off. "Well I hope that you will join me for one final toast," Chris said as they all reluctantly picked up their glasses and took a few sips. "Cheers," Jill said as she quickly choked her drink down put her glass down on the table, and then she and her friends began slowly and carefully walking out into the parking lot and looking at their watches. "When is that damn limousine going to get here?" "This event was supposed to end at least an hour ago, so they must be running really late, they should have already been here waiting for us," Becky said as she ran the fabric of her dress between her fingers as a nervous habit. "I really wish that I could just pop a squat in this damn thing," Audrey said as she hopped up and down. "I am doing my Easter bunny hop right now." They all had sort of a laugh about that, but none of them were quite smiling as they all stood there in front of the lake with the trickling sound of the waterfall making them more frantic. "If the limousine doesn't arrive soon I think that I'm going to jump in the lake and piss myself and just make it look like I fell in as an accident," Gilda said. "Show some restraint, you don't want to publicly humiliate yourself at a formal event like that do you," Becky said as she arched her back up straight and pushed her hand into the base of her spine as she crossed and uncrossed her legs underneath her dress. "Oh my God, when is the limo going to arrive, I'm going out of my mind here," Jill said as they saw the lights of the limousine reflecting on them, and they all started running towards the limousine and opened the door and very quickly sat down, very carefully however. "So how was the event ladies," the limo driver said smiling, but he could see that they were all frowning. "Driver get us home as quickly as possible," Becky said. "And please, by all that is good and decent in the universe, try to watch any speed bumps." As the four women sat in the back of the limousine none of them were touching the minibar, and they were all sitting with their legs firmly crossed and their hands in their laps. They kept constantly adjusting themselves and rubbing the fabric of their dresses between their fingers nervously. "You ladies must be pretty tired back there, you were a lot more chatty on the way over," the limo driver said. "But you probably had an exhausting day, and you probably tried some champagne and that always makes me tired as well. Also champagne seems to make me have to go to the bathroom like a horse –" "Shut up!" all of the women shouted as the driver closed the window separating him from the women in the back. That wasn't the classiest thing for a limo driver to say, which was the last thing that was concerning them at the moment. "Maybe we shouldn't have pissed off the driver like that," Becky said. "Please don't say piss," Gilda said. "Fuck that I need to piss!" Jill said as she bounced up and down in her seat, trying to get comfortable but finding it impossible. Traffic was rather slow, but finally the limousine arrived and they all slowly and carefully got out of the limousine, as they were all so thrilled to be home as they started running through the door. "Let me just get my keys," Audrey said as they were all hopping up and down as she took her keys out of her purse and began opening the door. As soon as they got inside they all started running towards the bathroom. "Wait, we can't take a piss until we get out of our dresses," Becky said as the women all groaned. "Well do me first I am bursting!" Jill shouted. "I'm just as bursting as you are!" Gilda shouted. Audrey whistled and clapped her hands. "Ladies ladies ladies, we just got back from a formal event, let's not act like God damned animals. I think that there is a orderly way we can do this. Now seeing as this is my house I think that I should get first dibs on the bathroom." All of the women began protesting, but they could see that Audrey was standing in front of the bathroom door holding her arms stretched out to let them know what the score was. It was a total bitch move on her part, but they knew that they had no choice. "Now is somebody going to cut me out of this dress or do you all want to keep waiting," Audrey said. Becky quickly started undoing the back of Audrey's dress until it was just loose enough for her to get her dress down as she went into the bathroom and began peeing loudly as the three women outside began whimpering. "Okay, somebody do my dress now," Becky said as she hopped up and down. "Why should you get to go next," Jill said. "Well I was the one who got Audrey out of her dress, so the way I see it one of you should get me out of my dress now," Becky said as the three of them stared at each other. "Okay we have to think of some fair way to do this, let's all draw straws or something like that," Gilda said as she hopped up and down. "Does anybody have any straws," Jill said as she continued jumping up and down as the three of them stood there realizing that none of them had straws. Just then Audrey came out of the bathroom with a huge smile on her face. The three women forgot about the straws and they all started lunging towards the bathroom, and Jill found that she had beat them all and closed the door behind them. "First come first serve losers!" Jill said as she went to go sit down on the toilet before realizing the terrible truth. "I think that somebody forgot that she needs her friends to get her out of her dress before she can sit down and use the toilet," Becky said. Jill realized that she was right, this was a real bind she was in. "I call penalty, Jill should be the last one to go," Gilda said. "That's not fair," Jill shouted as she danced around inside of the bathroom. "Hey you shafted us, so now that's the punishment," Becky said. "And if you are thinking we are joking let's see you try to get out of your dress by yourself. The longer you stay in there the longer it's going to take." Jill was practically in tears, but she realized that her friends had her at their mercy, so she opened up the door to the bathroom and Becky practically knocked her down, getting into the bathroom and peeing loudly as Jill and Gilda stood outside of the bathroom door looking at each other uncomfortably but saying nothing. It seemed as though Gilda had already had her dress undone by Becky, and she was just holding it in place until she could get into the bathroom. "At least help me start getting my dress undone," Jill said as she arched her back and put her hands on her hips. "After I go to the bathroom," Gilda said as Jill realized that she was holding her dress up. "I can't exactly hold up my dress and undo your dress at the same time now can I?" As soon as Becky came out of the bathroom Gilda quickly went inside and began peeing loudly. Becky and Audrey quickly went in the other room, have already changed into jeans and T-shirts in the bathroom. "Start helping me undo my dress," Jill said when all of a sudden there was a ringing at the doorbell. "I guess I had better see who that is," Audrey said as she opened the door to see that her housemate Mark was there. "Hey Audrey, I thought maybe I would come and see how things went at the formal event and everything," Mark said as Gilda came out of the bathroom now dressed in jeans and a T-shirt as well, as Jill stood there in her dress fidgeting nervously and running the fabric of her dress between her fingers. "Hurry up and help me out of my dress," Jill said as soon as Gilda came out. "But Jill you can't start getting out of your dress here, there is a guy here, but don't worry I think that he will leave shortly," Gilda said as she and Jill walked into the living room where they saw Mark. "Well it seems like one of you is still all dolled up," Mark said looking at Jill, who simply waved nervously at him as he pressed her knees tightly together. As Jill stood there, the only one still in her formal dress, still sewn into her formal dress like a prisoner, as all of her three friends were standing there in comfortable jeans and T-shirts, with comfortably empty bladders, she practically wanted to smack all of them across their faces right then and there. "Hi Mark, it's nice to see you came home tonight and everything, but we were just sort of in the middle of something," Jill said, trying to do whatever she could do to get Mark out of there so that she could get undressed and finally relieve herself. Jill had never been fond of Mark, but as Mark was making eye contact with her she saw a sinister smile forming across his face. "Actually have you got a little while, I have some things that I think that we really need to discuss," Mark said. "It's just that we were about to do something important –" Jill said as she pressed her knees tightly together. "Don't be rude Jill," Audrey said looking in her direction and making eye contact with her as that same sinister smile appeared across her face. "Whatever it is that we were about to do, believe me it can wait." Mark smiled. "Well that's good, because I think this is going to take a while." And as Jill sat down on the couch with her three friends, sweating profusely in her skintight dress, as Mark went on and on about how he had had a fight with his boyfriend over the fact that he lost his job as a dress designer, she realized that it was going to be a very very long Easter, and she could only hope that three days from now after she had died of a burst bladder that she would resurrect from the dead and come back and smack all of her friends right across their faces.

Part 1: A Warm Place Author's foreword: This is the first part of a two part omorashi story. It is a worldbuilding prequel that describes the location that the main piece takes place in. Feel free to use your brower's "find in page" function, usually ctrl-F, to skip to the next part. Search for "Part 2: Moon Showers" if you would like to go straight into the action. This story takes place in the garden city of Singapore, specifically at Marina Bay near the Merlion Park. I have been an amateur writer for a long time but this is my first omorashi story. Please tell me what you think, whether you enjoyed it and how I can improve. Buckle up and start chugging water or iced tea. As one of the oldest insurance companies in Singapore, Lion City Insurance (LCI) has been a constant companion to the city of lions since 1969. LCI believes dignity and comfort are the right of all human beings. To demonstrate our conviction to this belief we are unveiling a state of the art, all-inclusive pilot shelter for the destitute and financially vulnerable in the lower levels of our local headquarters. This shelter will include a canteen, a hotdesking room for remote work and study, and comfortable sleeping quarters. More importantly, the shelter will boast clean and modern bathrooms with showers. This shelter will set a precedent and send a message to other major corporations and entities that the time to give back is now. Whether through similar shelters or other smaller means, LCI hopes to be the first spark in a movement. I'll be honest. I have a particular burning hatred for large entities with vast sums of money. Entities such as the LCI claim to exist to help the common worker, yet any amount of further digging will quickly unearth that this is just another bluff. Ever looked at the fine print and conditions of your LCI insurance policy? For a company that allegedly aims to be a safety net in your time of need, they sure do give back very little. Of course, this isn't news. Why would people flush with wealth and power have any reason to care about the disadvantaged and the sick? This is why I wasn't even fazed when LCI announced their new state of the art pilot shelter for the disadvantaged and the destitute. I blew it off as more corporate virtue signalling that would probably be a trainwreck of incompetence. The first time I visited this shelter, I was skating through Marina Bay when I saw an older man having mechanical issues with his bicycle. I stopped to help him. It was a quick fix, but we started a conversation. Jeremy. This man's name is Jeremy. He tells told me how thankful he is that I fixed his bicycle. It isn't much, but it is his prized possession. He uses it to get around and exercise. He offers to treat me with dinner. This surprises me, but it turns out that he isn't poor. In fact, he makes a decent wage each month and now that I look closely at him, he is wearing nicer clothes than me. I am reminded once more of the harsh reality of Singapore's housing situation. Here is a relatively well-off man who, despite his healthy finances, cannot afford or find a flat. We talk at length in a restaurant dinner about the experience of living destitute in Singapore. Jeremy shares more about his past, including the reason he does not have a home to return to, and his ongoing difficulties in finding housing. He then offers to show me where he lives which, to my surprise, is the LCI shelter. Me and Jeremy walk up to a large but rather unassuming door. Jeremy touches the biometric keypad. It unlocks for his thumbprint, the automatic door sliding open. Stepping inside, I am blown away by how spacious and cozy the place is. The floor is laminated wood, and everything is shades of beige. The lights are a dim and warm orange. Jeremy parks his bicycle at the bicycle rack next to the door. He does not use his bicycle lock. Jeremy offers to show me around the place, but tells me to be quiet. I leave my socks on, tiptoeing around to minimize noise. The shelter is laid out in a linear fashion, with a path connecting all of the rooms in sequence. The first room is a small hotdesking room. It is slightly elevated and protrudes out from the building. It is equipped with comfortable chairs and large tables, complete with socket strips. Jeremy tells me that the residents can choose to turn on warm ambient light when studying at night, and will turn them off when the room is unoccupied. However, the people working tonight have chosen to leave the lights off. This puts the room in pitch black, and allows moonlight to enter through three massive bay windows which take up the entirety of 3 protruding walls of the room. The windows provide a spectacular view of Marina Bay, and the moon which hangs above it. There are one or two people still up working. Like the rest of the shelter, all the chairs, tables and walls are presumably a soft shade of very light beige, almost white but not quite. In the pitch blackness of the room, it is impossible to tell. Jeremy tells me that even though it might not seem like much, this hotdesking room is used by people in the shelter for everything from studying to remote work. Many people depend on this room to keep their careers and studies afloat. The next room we enter also has a large window. However, the tables and chairs here are benches instead. There is one food store and one drink store which are open 24/7. Jeremy tells them that while the food here is good, those who are well-off like him will often visit restaurants to treat themselves. Next, we pass by series of several doors. Jeremy tells me that each of them is a separate joined toilet and shower. This, he tells me, allows the residents the basic human dignity of privacy. Having lockable doors and a room all to yourself to use is a key comfort that many destitute people rarely get to enjoy, and for this he is grateful. Just like the rest of the shelter, the inside of the toilets is warmly lit. Unlike the hotdesking room, these warm lights give off enough of a glow to see well in the bathrooms. They are all very clean. Each of these bathrooms even has a bidet and a hotel-style sink counter and mirror. The final series of rooms is a collection of separate quarters, again with lockable doors. Each of the shelter's residents gets a small but private sleeping quarters with a single bed, a chest of drawers, and a window with blinds. Jeremy shows me his quarters. Their opaque door allows for privacy, and a light switch allows him to sleep in complete darkness. This would not be possible in a dormitory, which still requires some light to enter the room so that anyone coming or leaving to use the bathroom at night can see where they are going. With that, Jeremy yawns and says that he is going to wind down for the day. He tells me that I can come and visit him around the same time each day, which is when he does a short ride around the city with his sparse free time in order to keep healthy. As I walk out of the shelter, a strange reality begins to sink in. The place is actually pleasant to live in. Even though its capacity is currently very small due to it being a pilot project, it is undeniable that the people who proposed the project actually cared about what they were doing... which was a strange thing to say about executives from a large corporate entity. Maybe absolute wealth doesn't corrupt absolutely. Part 2: Moon Showers Author's foreword: There are three climaxes to this story, one for each time the girl pees, with no relation to when she cums. The second is much more intense than the first, so hold out for that if you can. The third is a bonus for the afterglow. Also, there is a pure focus on the girl with no attention given to the guy despite it being written from his POV A couple of weeks ago, I went to my second anime convention ever with my friend. He told me that he was going to this convention specifically so that he could see this one cosplayer who he kept calling "mommy Rachel". I didn't quite understand what the fuss was about... until I saw her. Rachel, for lack of a better word, is thick as fuck. She is best described as an "ara ara machine". Despite being 27, she looks much younger than 25. Honestly, the first thing I noticed about her was her massive tits, and that's the way it stayed for a while. Whenever I thought of her, I thought of her tits. Rachel was tits. Of course, it's not just tits that Rachel has to offer. She is thick all over, with massive thighs joined to a huge but round ass with a noticeable line. You can imagine my surprise when she sent me a few DMs on Instagram. We started chatting, getting close over time. One day, she invited me out for dinner at Marina Bay. Rachel turns up wearing a long, heavy coat that goes all the way down to her feet. I find this odd, but I don't comment on it. Throughout the night, I am constantly aware of the fact that Rachel can't seem to ever get enough water. She drinks bottle after bottle of mineral water, including a few cups of iced tea. I ask her if she is feeling alright, but she says she is fine. I suggest that she should slow down, but she refuses. I can tell something is on her mind, so I suggest that we take a walk along the Bay to get some fresh air. Our walk takes us up to the Merlion. Even in the middle of a pandemic and in the middle of the night, Singapore's iconic lion-mermaid statue is still spewing a constant and noisy stream of water. I take a moment to appreciate the soothing sound of crashing water, and it is now that I notice a look of vague discomfort on Rachel's face. The sound seems to be troubling her, causing her to look almost panicked. As we walk back southbound she begins fidgeting, then bouncing. Just a few hundred meters in, she is already crossing and uncrossing her legs. I ask her point blank what is wrong, and she tells me that she has to pee. I panic. The nearest toilets that I know the location of for sure are the ones at the Merlion and the one in the Shoppes. Both of them are much too far from our location, and I know that Rachel will not make it. As I am thinking, a wave of pain hits Rachel's bladder. A pained expression flashes across her face, and I know that we do not have much time. I briefly consider if it would be illegal for her to walk up to the railing and urinate into the Bay. The answer is clearly yes. What if she relieved herself into one of the nearby planters? Surely that would be less illegal. Still, it's less than an ideal solution. Right on cue, I notice a guy riding on a very familiar bicycle. It's Jeremy, a friend of mine who lives in a fancy homeless shelter in the nearby LCI building. I yell to him, and he comes to a stop. I explain that I have a bit of a situation. The girl I'm with-- no Jeremy, she's not my girlfriend, but I wish she was-- really needs to use the bathroom. Jeremy does not even hesitate, and takes us hurriedly to the shelter. Even while we brisk walk, Rachel is already stripping off her long coat. She slides it off, revealing her naked shoulders. Her skin is light, smooth and flawless. Next to be exposed are her D-cup breasts, which jiggle violently with each step. I notice that she isn't wearing a bra. Instead, her top is held up by two bands attached to her upper arms. Around her neck there is a thick black choker with a metal heart outline dangling from it. Actually, what kind of a top is this? It reveals everything, and the part cupping her breasts is bordered by a frilly white. The rest of the top is pitch black. As the coat falls off entirely, I can now see that Rachel is wearing a one piece shaped after a swimsuit. One of her legs is bare except for a fishnet stocking, while the other has a torn pantyhose held up by a garter belt. The bottom of her one piece suit arcs aggressively, exposing the line where her torso meets her thigh. A large amount of skin is visible, and the exposed area encroaches on her belly. Her entire pubic area is visible, and there is barely enough fabric to cover her pussy. Perched on her large butt is a small cotton tail, like that of a rabbit. I note curiously that Rachel is chubby, but to just the right amount. Just as I expected, she is thick all over. Everything from her face to her breasts, her thighs to her butt is ample and full. Despite this, her skin is flawless. There are no creases or folds, and all of her is smooth and well defined. After removing the coat, Rachel lets out a strangely adorable squeaking noise before jamming her hands against her pussy. After Jeremy unlocks the door to the shelter, he tells us to go ahead first. Rachel does not hesitate, stomping loudly into the shelter with no care for anyone who might still be awake and working. Once we are out of sight of Jeremy, Rachel asks for her bag. She removes a gray haired wig and a set of bunny ears, putting them on. She also puts on a set of black fingerless leather gloves. Is she...putting on a cosplay? At a time like this? Something is off. I can hear her breathing become ragged. it is tortured, but also oddly... pleasured? A manic edge grows in her breathing, and I think I can hear her shudder a little. Somehow, for some reason I cannot explain, she is enjoying this. As she finishes wearing the outfit, I can see that she is dressed as a bunny girl version of some character I can't identify. Rachel jams her hand against her pussy once more, this time even harder. A wild look flashes across her face, and she begins rubbing herself. She hobbles with her hands between her legs over to the first toilet, sliding the door open violently. I struggle to close it behind us and lock it. I expect that she would head for the bowl immediately, but she doesn't. The shower, then? That would be interesting. Nope. Once she sees that the door is closed, Rachel hoists herself up onto the large, cold marble countertop. She then plops her entire body down unceremoniously, sending a shockwave that travels up her butt and through her massive tits. As she sits down, I notice that her bunny suit lacks an in-built corset, and it begins to crease at the belly. As I watch, fat rolls form. Her large butt flattens against the hard surface, and she hangs her legs over the edge facing me. The part of her thighs hanging over the edge begin to droop from gravity. Once again, she begins stroking her pussy through the fabric of the suit, pausing only to ask me in a slightly crazed tone "wanna see?" I manage to snap myself out of my trance long enough to stutter out "y..yes". Rachel spreads her legs, and pulls my head in close to her crotch. Her scent is overpowering. Some of it is her sweet perfume. But part of it is just... her. A deeply intoxicating scent emanates from her crotch. With a gloved hand, she pulls the fabric of her bunny suit aside to expose her pussy. To my surprise, there are no beef curtains. Instead, Rachel has a neat but somewhat loose innie pussy. She takes her hands off me to spread her pussy lips. Pink. I see a perfect sea of bright pink. Bright pink that is smooth and interrupted only with a small bump and two holes. As I look deep into Rachel, I don't notice her biting her lip. What I do notice is a loud hissing noise and, a split second later, a jet of clear liquid hitting my face. It is warm and smells intoxicatingly sweet and absurdly pleasant. It tastes mildly salty. Rachel, still with her fingers spreading her lips, thrusts her hips outward slightly. The next jet of urine flies low, landing onto my chest. As it soaks into my clothes and dribbles down slowly it causes a warm, fuzzy and very wet feeling. For some strange reason, I feel like I've just been given a warm hug, only much better. So large was the jet that as it soaks into my clothes, it begins to cover my entire body, leaving not a single cold spot. I feel like I'm a hot tub. No, a hot tub isn't quite right. I feel like I'm in a hot tub filled entirely with Rachel's pee, and I cannot explain why I love it. I'm busy enjoying my wonderful gift when Rachel lets out a sound that is halfway between a moan and a squeak. The hiss is back once more, and for a bit longer this time. Again, Rachel thrusts her hips forwards, this time more violently. A long jet of urine hits my face directly. It's still hot from her body heat, almost painfully so. My whole face is now soaked, and the pleasant scent of her urine now overwhelms my senses entirely. It's in every pore of my face, dripping down onto my neck and body. Her clear nectar is covering everything in a salty yet sweet layer. Once last time, Rachel moans and thrusts. A long jet of piss sprays high up, missing me and trashing the toilet. It's on the shower curtain, the shower head, the walls... some of it is now dripping from the ceiling like indoor rain. After letting out those intermittent jets of urine, Rachel closes her legs and clamps her hands over her peehole. This seems to send a wave of pain through her, and when she opens up her legs again I can see that her clitoris is completely red and engorged. Her pussy lips and the area around it are also a shade of red. Rachel grabs my hand and forces me to stroke her as euphoria flashes across her face. Faster and faster she moves my hand until I take over, leaving her hands free to pull her top down. She grabs at her own breasts, rubbing them. I can see that she is rapidly losing her mind. She then asks to switch. With trembling hands, she puts my hands on her breasts and I start to massage them while she strokes her pussy. Still, I can tell that Rachel needs more force to finish. She tries to rub my leg against her crotch, but the counter is in the way. A few awkward seconds go by as we try to find a way for her to rub against my leg, but the marble slab counter isn't helping things at all. Frustrated, Rachel hops off the counter, taking off the swimsuit portion of the bunny suit and discarding it in the shower. With her still wet hands, she unlocks the toilet door and slides it open. I try to stop her, but to my horror she grabs my hand and leads me along, stomping loudly through the shelter. I am painfully aware that her bare ass and pussy are exposed to the cold night air and anyone lucky enough to walk by. Thankfully by this time the people working at the hotdesking room have gone to sleep, leaving the room in pitch blackness. Rachel drags me all the way up to the bay window in that room. I now notice that there is a long couch there, giving the perfect view of the full moon over the Bay. The moon is bright tonight, and it bathes the room in an ethereal silver light. Rachel shoves me unceremoniously down onto the couch into a sitting position. She then climbs onto me, throwing her arms around my neck. Kicking off her shoes, she begins tribbing, rubbing her pussy lips against my thigh and torso. Soft and squishy. Everything is soft and squishy. Her bulbous butt wraps itself around my thigh, a sensation I can only describe as heavenly. Better still is her squishy pussy, which she begins thrusting against me over and over. Tighter and tighter she grips my back, now shoving her crotch onto mine with each thrust. I hold on to her too, thrusting to her rhythm, locked into her embrace. Her friction. Her softness. Rachel's warm breath comes out in gasps and soft moans that hit my neck, and the smell of her real hair under the gray wig seems to grow stronger over time. I close my eyes to savour the moment, allowing wave after wave of pleasure and satisfaction to wash over me. I let my head go loose with pleasure. When I open my eyes with my head pointed away from Rachel, I find that my gaze has come to rest on what was in my blindspot a few seconds ago. A CCTV camera. Sure enough, as I focus harder on it, I can see that the lens is pointed in our direction. "R...Rachel...." I manage to stutter. I ask her if she wants to stop, in view of the fact that we are right under a camera. To my dismay she lets out a manic chuckle. Her moans get more and more pronounced, loud to an almost vulgar degree. What the fuck is this? Does she not care about waking up the residents? No... she enjoys this. She enjoys being watched. Rachel has lost all control. She is now thrusting her entire body frantically against mine, rubbing her somehow still engorging clit harder and harder. Her pussy lips and inner thighs are now bright red from the friction. I can feel small dribbles of urine leaking from her pussy, and as she thrashes they drip all over my body. Her loud and unrestrained moans mix in with pleasured laughter. She's having an amazing time riding me, like I'm a damn rollercoaster. Rachel is saying something. What is she saying? I can barely make it out. Everything coming out of her mouth sounds like a moan at this point. She's going to.... oh no, she's going to cum. I pull her into me with each thrust, and her tribbing becomes longer and harder with each stroke. Faster and faster, more and more. Her body slams against mine, sending waves of her sweet scent against me. Urine, sweat and pheromones mix together into a deadly cocktail. I can feel myself losing sanity, my grip on reality sliding away. I am brought back to my senses when Rachel lets out a long and drawn out moan. Her pelvis is now thrusting itself. I pull her against my belly, and I can feel the entirety of her pelvis pulsating powerfully and slowly. Everything from her pelvic floor to her vagina rises and falls in perfect rhythm. With a ragged breath, I can just barely make out Rachel asking me to turn her around to face the window, so I do. She goes soft with pleasure, melting in my arms as a now familiar loud hissing begins. Her dam has burst, and a great surge of pee shoots out from her now rapidly deflating bladder. The firehose stream flies up a couple of meters high, pelting the laminated wooden floor with enough liquid to ensure it is beyond repair. Rachel is pissing like a racehorse now, and her stream keeps getting stronger. It gains distance and hits the bay window, giving anyone still awake at Marina Bay a front row view of a watersports event of a lifetime, one which would make anyone wish they were in the splash zone. hiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss The urine hits the window with so much force that most of it is thrown directly back at us, showering us with a gentle drizzle. The urine which clings to the window fans out into a massive vertical puddle with enough violent ripples to render much of the window completely distorted. It flows down in a continuous waterfall directly on the floor, where the water level keeps rising. It's starting to look like our shopping district "ponding" during monsoon season. That's the government's euphemism for it's fucking flooding. The puddle on the floor keeps growing, rapidly and aggressively. The tidal wave of piss keeps on advancing. I'll need a boat to get out of here and I do not care. My arms, wrapped around Rachel's torso, can feel her bladder bulge get smaller and smaller as her breathing gets faster and faster. A wicked idea flashes across my mind, and I press down on her bladder. Rachel's stream immediately becomes much stronger, and for a second I'm afraid the walls of her urethra won't hold. As Rachel slouches backwards into a lying position on me the stream gains height, hitting the ceiling and raining down on the couch from above us. There's no hope for this shelter now. LCI really did put their all into this place, and they've improved the lives of so many people but it's all over now. We just had to come in and ruin it. Rachel just had to pee EVERYWHERE, and I just had to let her do it. Now that there is urine on virtually every surface of the hotdesking room, it will be hard for them not to cordon off this biohazard zone permanently. Still, in my selfish mind, I just cannot bring myself to care. The warm indoor rain of Rachel's urine feels too good, and her soft body in my arms is all the comfort I need. In this moment I am complete. Slowly and gradually, Rachel's stream dies down and I notice how heavy she is. My arms are tired, and my legs are completely numb. Maybe she is a lot thicker than I initially realised. Still smiling, she opens her eyes slowly and pulls me into a hug, pressing her piss-soaked body against my cum-soaked torso. I stroke her wig, but I feel like something isn't quite right. Gently, I take the bunny ears off Rachel's head and pull the wig off her scalp. Then, I gently remove her extended lashes, followed by her gloves. Finally, I take off her stocking and pantyhose. Now I get to see the real Rachel. Without all of the frills she looks older. She looks her actual age of 27. Without the lashes her eyes are small and aged. Without the stocking and pantyhose her thighs look fat instead of thick. Without the top her breasts are a bit saggy. But I don't care. I still think she's hot, or hell, even hotter. After all, I don't want a wild bunny girl. I just want Rachel. After all of that insane shit, I lead Rachel back into the shower and hose her down rapidly. We don't have much time, and once I see that the coast is clear I drag Rachel into a dash for the front door. I get Rachel to put on her long coat once more to cover herself up. As we try to act normal and walk towards Bayfront MRT, I notice a trail of droplets forming on the tiles behind Rachel. Small circles that very distinctly colour the grey tiles black. You've got to be kidding me. After all that, she's still not done? I tell her to release some of it into a nearby bush, so she pops a squat and does so. Just seconds later, however, I spot someone passing by. I tell Rachel, and she immediately gets up from her squatting position. We keep moving, but Rachel begins to leak again near to the Shoppes. I ask her if she can hold on for a while longer, but she tells me that her bladder is already filling up. She has to pee, now. I highly doubt that. Before I can stop her, however, Rachel is removing her coat once more. She dashes excitedly towards the railing over the water, grinning like she is about to do something very naughty. Still standing, she grabs the railing, pushing her hips forwards and allowing her bladder to relax. The loud hissing returns and a long, continuous stream of urine flies in a wide arc before splashing noisily into the Bay. On one hand, I wish I was a fish in the water that Rachel is peeing in. On the other hand, I'm in a state of panic wondering what the combined fine for indecency, environmental pollution and public urination would be. Still, I manage to bring myself back into the moment and appreciate what is happening in front of me. A painfully hot girl under the light of the full moon, standing with her hips thrust forward, a massive arc of urine flowing from her reddened pussy. It is then that I realise that this is everything I have ever wanted from life. It is then that I realise some things are worth the risk of being thrown in jail and bankrupted with fines. Dear Singapore, It is with great disappointment that Lion City Insurance is announcing our new shelter has been defaced. Last night, a young adult male and female appearing to be a couple entered the shelter through the goodwill of one of its residents, who will remain anonymous. CCTV footage shows that the female was fully nude when she began urinating in the open. Please know that the culprits have no connection to LCI whatsoever, and they are not residents of the shelter. We have stored the footage of the crime, and are working with the relevant authorities to track them down. LCI does not place any blame on the residents of the shelter, or the resident who let the culprits in. We are aware of the countless stereotypes that our society has formed against the destitute, and would like to remind the public to pass judgement based on actions and not status. To that end, the residents are clearly innocent. It bears repeating that this act is morally outrageous and directly damaging to the welfare of the shelter's residents. LCI urges would-be offenders of all kinds to think before they act. To consider the damage that they do to others, in particular the less fortunate.

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I'm not really interested in the sex/gender disadvantage specifically, so much as a prompt for desperation to happen, combined with the envy of one person anticipating being allowed to pee and then having to wait while knowing someone else got to go doing something for me. I can't really explain the latter part, it's just part of my fetish. This does not even have to involve gender at all. There are stories I have read where one woman gets to squat while another looks out for her, and then someone arrives so the lookout has to hold it, and those check off the same boxes for me. In real life, my SO knows I fantasize about this and likes that I enjoy her desperation, so she appreciates that I enjoy it when she unintentionally gets into one of these situations (rare), and also intentionally gets into or exacerbates situations like this as a form of play (more frequent). I feel uncomfortable about situations where this happens to women other than my girlfriend completely against their control in real life - it turns me on, but I recognize fundamentally that these women are trapped in an uncomfortable situation against their will and not aware of or trying to participate in some sort of show for me, so I try my best to ignore it usually. I guess that's not really specific to "unfair" situations. I will say I sometimes get pretty bothered at people over-generalizing about sex and gender differences, and I've also found myself a little uncomfortable by how much some people hold up long women's bathroom lines or lack of opportunities for women to pee as the way the world SHOULD work and something they think is good and they want to continue and that a woman's role is to suffer etc, because well... it's expressing an actual desire for suffering to continue in a way that unfairly affects women, for the sake of sexual gratification. By contrast I don't feel uncomfortable with people enjoying things they have seen, stories they were told, etc, if they did not cause them and don't express the sentiment that this is just and the way the world should work. I also don't really feel uncomfortable about it coming up in fiction, because that's just fantasies. I also think the frequency with which this actually happens gets exaggerated a lot. Usually these unfair situations manifest as long lines for women, which is for all but the longest lines a relatively short delay in relief. Most people don't regularly pee outside in mixed company unless they are desperate in my experience, and women who are that desperate will frequently pee outside. This situation has come up a couple times when it was just me and my girlfriend, where she has said if she had a penis she would stop to pee on the side of the road or use a bottle, but this has happened only a couple times in years of knowing her, and also if we were both desperate at the same time I would try to find us both an appropriate place to pee unless she specifically told me to go now instead of waiting for her. The last thing I've seen is that women will sometimes ignore a modest need to pee to wait for a cleaner toilet, and sometimes can misjudge how long it will take or how bad they will have to go and end up really desperate (this has happened a few times with my girlfriend), but this isn't really the "women aren't allowed to pee while men are" scenario you are describing.

Cleaing up the clutter in my pc, I found a really old Fanfic I wrote back when I watched NCIS. I've fixed up a couple of typos and made it a bit more readable. (It's amazing how foreign your own words can seem after a few year) Hope you enjoy: "Come on" Abby said to herself. The machine had taken forever to give her a result and the long wait was beginning to impact her bladder. It wasn't a big deal though. Abby, having spend many late nights in her lab, with a seemingly endless supply of caf-pow, was used to holding it. Normally she would have made her way to the bathroom by now but in a minute the machine would ding and Gibbs would magically know and walk into her lab. She didn't want to seem unprofessional by making Gibbs wait for her to finish up in the bathroom. Abby bit her libs and looked down at her crossed legs. "Gibbs will have to wait" she told her self. "Abby gotta take care of Abby". The goth made her way to the bathroom in the back of the lab with out major problems, but it was definitely not the most comfortable she'd ever been. As Abby closed the bathroom door, her need got rapidly worse. Something about being close to relief makes it harder to hold on. With crossed legs and a mild shake abby went to pull her pants down. As she pushed the pants down Abby felt something tucking in her shirt. "Oh shit" Abby realised what had happened. One of the rings on the belt-buckle had gotten stuck in her shirt making it impossible to open. Abby tried to push her pants down once more but instead the pants put presure on her bladder, almost making Abby lose it. Abby was panicking, "I have to get help" Abby said with both her hands between her thighs. Slowly she removed one hand from her thighs to unlock the bathroom door. "Who can I call..." Abby though as she made her way over to the table where the machine still hadn't produced a result. "Ziva is out in the field with Tony. Ducky... no no Abigale no." Abby was going through every member of the team to figure out who she trusted to help her with her prediciment. "Gibbs maybe?... No I can't" Abby put one hand on her crotch. "Oh McGee! OF COURSE" The joy of maybe getting help almost made her forget her desperation. Squadroom: As McGee's phone rang he and Gibbs had been sitting in complete silence for a while. Not because they didn't want to talk but Mcgee knew how much this case meant to Gibbs, so he stayed focused on the task in hand and Gibbs were never one for small talk. "McGee?" He said as he picked up. "McGee! you gotta come down here" Abby said excited! "Okay Abs" McGee said putting down the phone. "Gibbs" McGee said looking up and making eye contact with his boss. "What McGee?" "Abby has something. She sounds excited" Said McGee as he stood up. The two agents made their way to the elevator. Abby couldn't wait for McGee to come help her out. All she could think about was getting to the toilet. Abby's dream about sweet relief was cut short by the machine finally getting a match. She turned around to see what the sample Tony had found was. "Oh perfect" Abby said to herself as she discovered exactly what the match was. And now because she had found something Gibbs would undoubtedly be in her lab soon. she just couldn't wait to have to maintain a proffesionel look while she needed to pee so bad she would squad in a bush if she could. Abby's hand once again made her way down to her crouch. She hoped McGee would be there long before Gibbs. Abby turned around as the elevator dinged signalling it's arrival to the lab's floor. "please be McGee, please be McGee, please be McGee" Abby whispered under her breath. As McGee walked through the door first, Abby was sure he was alone and almost started explaining everything to him, but then she saw Gibbs walking in with a caf-pow. "Hey Abs what you got?" Gibbs said like usual. Abby bit her lips trying to convince herself that she could hold it until Gibbs left. "I've found something that may be interesting Gibbs." Abby said turning and walking back to the desk. "May be interesting? You usually do better than that Abs" Gibbs said as he put the caf-pow on the desk and joined McGee by the big screen. Abby sighed with relief because Gibbs and McGee had their backs turned, as it meant she could wiggle as much as she wanted without them noticing. "Well can you see this DNA here?" Abby said as she pulled up the data she had collected. "yeah what about it?" Gibbs asked. Abby Shifted her weight to the other foot as a wave of pressure hit her bladder. "Well it's urine. From a dog" Abby tried her best to stay focused but one of her hands made it's way down to her crouch. "The injuries on our John Doe may have been from a dog. You're gonna need Duck-man to confirm that though." Abby's hand shot up on the desk as McGee and Gibbs turned around. "You called us down here just for that?" Gibbs asked. "Well I only called meant to call McGee down here. Sorry Gibbs" Abby said picking up the caf-pow and taking a sip so Gibbs wouldn't think anything was wrong. Gibbs looked at McGee with eyes that said: Had you been Dinozzo I would have Dinozzo-slapped you. "I'm sorry boss, I-I thought she meant the both of us." McGee apologized. Gibbs left with out commenting. McGee stood looking at Gibbs for a few seconds before he to started to walk away as well. Abby knew she had to act quick. "McGee!" Abby grabbed his arm with one hand while the other had made it down to her crouch once again. "What?" McGee's voice sounded angry at first but it quickly switched to being it's normal friendly tone. "I need your help" Abby said crouching down a bit. McGee instantly realised what was going on. "Abs why don't you go to the toilet?" McGee asked as Abby took her hands off his arm. "My belt is stuck in my shirt so I can't get them off" Abby wasn't able to stand still at this point. Her legs were pressed together, one of her hands in her crouch and she was bouncing up and down. "I need you to do something before I pee my pants." Abby's eyes were starting to get watery. Just the thought of maybe peeing herself in front of McGee was enough to make her cry. Here she was, one of the best and brightest in her field about to pee her pants like a child. "Oh Abby!" McGee was worried for his friend. He didn't want Abby to experience the embarrassment it would be to pee her pants and he especially didn't want to have to explain it to Gibbs. "Eh... What can I do?" "Just... Get these pants of me!" Abby wanted to yell but she was scared someone else might hear. "Oh I know" McGee said reaching down in his pocket and pulling out his knife. "Shirt or belt?" He asked. "No! You aren't going to cut into either of them" Abby said firmly. "You're gonna lose either your clothes or your dignity" Said McGee. Abby knew she didn't have a choice, but she still thought about it. One on hand she really liked her cloth and if she HAD to pee in front of someone McGee wasn't the worst, but on the other hand she didn't want to feel the shamem of peeing her pants at the office. Abby's discussion was cut short by a spasm hitting her bladder almost making her lose it. Both of Abby's hands was now in her crotch and she needed to bend over. "McGee!" Abby felt his hand on her shoulder. "Do anything, just don't let me pee myself" Abby was in pain and McGee could see. "Okay Abs" McGee said "I'm gonna cut your belt. Can I pull it in the front?" McGee had his hand on Abby belt-buckle. "Yeah sure... Just do it slow" McGee pulled the belt out about a centimeter, but stopped as abby shivered. "You okay?" McGee asked putting the knife behind the belt. "No McGee, I'm not." Abby joked tried to relive the tension. "I know Abs... trust me" McGee smiled. Abby's legs was crossed but she had to keep her hands away so McGee could cut no matter how difficult it was. McGee had just started to cut into the belt before Abby realised the downside of the plan. "Wait McGee.. If you cut through my belt my pants are gonna fall down!" Abby grabbed McGee's wrist. McGee looked up at her with a confused look. "Wasn't that the plan?" "Well I can't walk through the lab in my panties now can I?!" McGee couldn't understand how that could be important but he didn't want to waste time by asking. "Can we do this in the bathroom?" Abby suggestied. "Can you make it to the bathroom?" McGee asked as he stood up. "I'll have to" Abby smiled. At least she still has her humor McGee thought. Abby's steps were slow, it's difficult to move your legs when you have to keep your thighs together and your hand on your crouch. "Maybe this was a bad idea" Abby said stopping for a bit to regain control. "Abs we've moved 10 feet and you look like you're gonna leak any second" McGee said worried as he put his hand around her shoulder. "I can make it to the bathroom!" Abby's voice didn't sound too sure and McGee though she just wanted to prove herself. "I know." Said McGee as a idea lit up in his mind. "Just not by walking" he continued as he bend down and lifted her legs op. "Oh" Abby shrieked in surprise. "Just hold on" McGee said as he swiftly started making his way over to the bathroom. "Slower McGee" Abby said, laying in his hands with crossed legs and two hands holding her crouch. "Sorry" he said nearing the door to abby's relief. Abby reached out and open the door so McGee could put her down just inside the bathroom. "Okay McGee do your thing" Abby removed her hands to give McGee the space he needed. "And please be quick" she pleaded. "of course" McGee said as he started to cut the last bit of the belt. "McGeeeeee" Abby pleaded. "Almooooost.... There!" McGee finally got throught the last bit of the belt. He quickly stod up and turned around as Abby forcefully removed both her pants and panties in one motion and sat down on the toilet. Abby wasn't fond of McGee hearing her pee but she couldn't wait even the microsecond it took McGee to shut the bathroom door. She could finally pee and that was all she cared about. Abby looked down and noticed something on her panties. "Feeling better?" McGee asked from outside the door. "Better... Hey McGee?" Abby said as she took a closer look at her panties and confirmed her suspicions. The big wet spot on the pink fabric taunting her. "Yeah?" McGee answered. "Could you wait for me to finish... I need a hug" Abby sighed feeling incrediblely weird. "Of course Abs" Abby could almost hear McGee's smile. Abby finished up and went to open the door. She had left her underwear on the floor of the bathroom and had to use a hand to keep her pants up. "Hey... eh... Thank you McGee" Abby said, finding Mcgee sitting on a chair a bit from the bathroom door. "Of course... I couldn't let you pee your pants" He said with his usual smile. "Well... Almost" Abby grinned. "Oh I'm sorry Abs" Said McGee getting up from his chair. "I should probably go back to Gibbs... what can I tell him?". "Relax McGee" Said Abby. "I always keep spare cloth in the lab just in case. Just tell him I needed you for some computer stuff and he won't ask questions" Abby said walking over to McGee with her free arm out wide. "Good idea" Said McGee and hugged his friend. They hugged for a while before Abby let go. "Oh McGee eh.." Abby looked pleadingly at McGee. "Of course I won't tell anyone" McGee smiled as he walked towards the door. "And be careful drinking that" McGee nodded towards the caf-pow Gibbs brought. Abby just smiled back at him.

WiiGuy86, thanks in advance to kickstart this "May 2022 competition"; the femaledesperation.com was unmatched until now, let's try to get as much talent on board as possible! We have plenty of fantastic writers who are active on this website, so I hope there will be a lot of submissions. In 2011-2013 I also hosted a writing competition on this website with some varied succes (part II and results - part III and results - part IV and results). You can find some inspiration there also. But the rules can be anything, as long as they are known in advance, I'm ok with everything I think. In the weekend of 7 May I may find some time to write something, so the timing is excellent for me. So if nothing comes in between, you can expect a submission from me as a writer. I'll pass on the judging this time to keep my independence. I'm going to add two more prompts to keep the ball rolling. But I also must say that some of the scenario's posted above are equally interesting so I don't have a clear preference. (Personal prompt) A character or group of characters is participating in a very prestigious (sports) training. The trainer is known for producing the best athletes in their field; those who excel in the training, are on track to become a future medal winner. However, it turns our that the trainer also has very hard training methods to reach that goal. Our character has to pee during the training, but the trainer makes it very clear that they have to continue the training. "Go hard or go home", is the trainers motto, the character is theoretically free to go to the bathroom, but in practice there is serious pressure on her/him to comply with the trainer. (Prompt by William Abott found on femaledesperation.com month 22, personal note is that a character can be male or female, unlike his prompt which was female oriented) A woman, alone or with friends, is on a small boat. Perhaps it is something as small as a canoe or even a kayak. Maybe it's a bit larger, a sailboat or even a 24' power cruiser, but it is certainly not large enough to have been outfitted with a head. Needless to say, she soon finds she needs to pee, but dressed as she is in street clothes rather than swimming gear, that's going to prove awkward. Maybe it's an off-shore beer party, where she doesn't know everyone there so well as to be willing to simply hang her bare bottom out over the gunwales. Maybe it's an all-day trip upriver or along the coastline, close enough to houses on the shore that doing anything about a full bladder would make a real spectacle. Maybe, if she's in a kayak or a canoe, the boat is simply too tippy to consider peeing over the side unless the situation gets REALLY desperate.

Okay, I did wonder if some people disliked it specifically because of the gender thing. I just don't see what the point is in even focusing on that at all. It seems like the most pointless trope to me. Completely understand that about liking the trope specifically for its taboo nature; I love a lot of stuff in fiction that wouldn't even be legal irl. But this one is just beyond me in terms of why it appeals to anyone; it just seems so boring. Not like a good use of fiction writing at all. But to each his own!

Here ya go! Updated with a few more videos I've found, some of which im 99% sure are her, but seperated just in case that sorta thing would bother you. pass: zebra

I thought I had posted this before, guess not lol. I really liked this section for a number of reasons. The way you describe Erin's rising desperation and continuously raise the stakes to keep her desperate was masterfully done. Even though she didn't have a full on accident, her nearly full wetting was more than realistic, while still being a fun read. As far as the interaction between characters goes, I like how Zoe doesn't overact or make much of a scene about Erin's predicament. I think it shows us that she's a nice person and sympathetic, which makes your writing that much more enjoyable. Great job on this one!

I can't say much about the video, but I can tell you that the title isn't leaving much to the imagination.

i don't think its sexist, girls bathrooms have typically longer lines than men, and women aren't as easily able to discreetly hide when they pee, making it harder for girls to just pee whenever and wherever like guys, its obvious, that doesn't make it sexist to me, its just true . Ive always liked those scenarios but thats because im submissive and its just nice to read that, rather than the other way around

I was at a music festival with too few toilets. The men were fine, as there were urinal enclosures next to each line of portaloos. But it was rough for the women as the queues for the cubicles got very long early in the afternoon. Some didn't want to spend half an hour in line for a pee, and some simply could not wait that long. For many, their best alternative was to go into a urinal enclosure and go there. Some entered, looked around, and left immediately. Some of those then came back in again. Most squatted or knelt in the grass next to the sack-cloth fence shielding the urinals from view. Some tried to perch their bums on the trough on the back wall (about half of them persevered, with the rest dropping to squat and water the grass in front of the trough). A few stood up and held beer glasses between their thighs to fill them. The bravest bared their behinds and then hopped up backwards to sit on a urinal, facing out to see the men pissing into urinals all around them. Most of the men were respectful and didn't try to embarrass the few women in there. Quite a few were watching with interest, but nobody was very blatant about it. I had a conversation with a fit, petite woman in her late 20s or early 30s, as her pee thundered into the urinal she was sitting on. She told me how good it felt to be relieving herself, and how desperate she had been. She was glad she'd come in to pee with the men. (I was standing next to her, at the adjacent urinal.)

Her posts were fun in the beginning, but it seemed like all of the attention started getting to her head a bit. The mods here are very solid, they wouldn't have acted without a valid reason, imo.

Oh yeah, that’s not really a “genuine” accident though. If you are consciously ignoring the need and there is a toilet within reach (which there should be, as it is illegal to build a private dwelling without one) it isn’t legit in my book. Methods that I can think of are: Fear-Wetting. Nothing will make you piss your pants faster than mortal terror. If time itself seems to stop you are almost halfway afraid enough to pee your pants. The safest and most reliable way to do this would probably be a really horrible VR horror game, but I have (accidentally) pissed myself in the moments leading up to getting hit by a car and in very long and vivid nightmares involving potentially lethal scenarios. Locking yourself in a room. Get yourself some kind of timed lock and trap yourself in a room when you are already desperate and have the timer set for an obviously impossible hold time (12 hours from already bursting, for example.) Bonus points if you set the trap in advance and are capable of working from the booby-trapped room so you can accidentally force yourself into a situation where peeing yourself is inevitable purely by a lapse in memory. Not everyone has the luxury of working from home, and this is not something you should risk your job over. Alcohol + Excessive Hydration. I have heard that some people will wet themselves when drunk off their asses. If this happens to you, you could probably further this along by consuming a truly ridiculous amount of water before cracking your first bottle. This would be safest with another person or a limited quantity of booze you know will smash you but not get you all the way to blackout. Please pee responsibly.

My ideal wetting scenario would be to have a partner who is equally into deliberately and casually peeing our pants together. I would put my hand inside her jeans, she would give me a naughty smile and in the next moment I would feel her warm pee flow ower my hands while I witness how much she enjoys it and me caressing her while she pees. That and of course having her sit on my lap while we make out and she letting go and flooding both our pants. Makes sense?

Is this the one? Wetting my Jeans! - Pornhub.com.mp4

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Here's a link to a good one from chaturbate (not my video). https://thisvid.com/videos/chatrubate-piss-desperation/

Exactly! It's worked out very well for me. In fact, it's what got me over whatever shyness I still had in my early 20s. Just out of college, I was hiking with a woman my own age. Little more than an hour up the trail, I was becoming rather desperate, as I hadn't peed since I'd gotten in the car that morning. I didn't say anything for almost ten minutes, but when the need became more urgent, I asked if we could stop soon. She could see that I was somewhat uncomfortable about the situation, so she did her best to put me at ease. While she had popped a squat at the trailhead, she was already feeling a need to pee again. As she lowered her shorts no more than ten feet in front of me, she issued a friendly challenge, "Now we can either make this awkward or we can make it fun." I'll let you guess which I chose.

Period knickers are not designed to take anywhere near a full bladder, you'd have thought she would realise that! The volume of liquid expected from completely wetting yourself is substantially greater, which is why there are adult nappies...

Hiya! Soooo.... Who's ready for another story? If you are, then let me tell you a bit about my day. For the people who loved the writing still for my previous story, I'm afraid I will have to disapoint you, as this story takes place over a much broader span of time (~24 hours), either way, I do hope you still enjoy the story and would of course love to hear everyones feedback ❤️ (as I definitely aspire to become better at writing about my personal stories) I do like to preface, that I tend to mix my (quite bad) sense of humor into the stories, so if that's not something you like, sorry, not sorry😈 It all started somewhere late last night, just before I went to sleep. I really wasn't feeling in the mood to take part in my online class for the next day (today), so I decided to start of by spicing things up a little bit. So I grabbed one of my high capacity diapers out of my closet (or so I thought, but more about that will be revealed later on), powdered up (I just absolutely love the smell of Zwitsal tbh), got taped up, and went to sleep. This morning I suddenly got woken up by my doorbell ringing, and I was like "wait... what.. why is someone ringing my doorbell, what time is it even..???", it was 12PM, so yeah for a normal non nocturnal human being, this would be a very normal to be wide awake, but not for Cat! So I answered the doorbell using the intercom. Cat: Uhh... Hello??? Person: Package delivery!!! Cat's Mind: FUCK!!!! I'm still wearing my diaper, and haven't gotten dressed yet Cat: Oh, alright, I'll be right there to pick it up Person: No need, I'm on my way Cat's Mind: What a relief... 😮‍💨 So I quickly put on some sweat pants over my diaper, checked quickly in the mirror if I looked somewhat presentable, and opened my front door. Once back inside I figured "oh well.. I'm awake by now anyway so might as well go make some breakfast" Yada Yada Yada, boring stuff, hours passed by.. Then my class started, I was still wearing my diaper (which surprisingly enough was still dry) at this point. Class was as boring as I expected, and I, well I was feeling extra naughty, so I decided to record a video of me wearing during my online class, and made several short clips over the span of a couple of hours. (Picture taken during class) By the end of my class, I wasn't exactly completely dry anymore, because well... staying hydrated is important. (r/HydroHomies anyone? lol) It had also become about time for dinner by now, so I quickly made myself something to eat, and decided to work on editing my video and some of the pictures I took. I do have to say, when you think of me editing a video, you should try to imagine a cat walking over your keyboard trying to make coherent sentences, keep that image in your mind, and look! That's me right there, trying to edit my video's. So what for most people would take a couple of minutes to figure out, took me literal hours.. Hours of staying hydrated... Hours of... trying... not to... pee myself again... As you can imagine, and if you have read anything from me by now, my bladder is TINY, so I failed miserably at not peeing myself. Do you know that feeling (if other people experience the same thing that is), where if you're wearing a diaper, your control over you bladder is literally next to zero, because I can squirm and try to hold it as much as I want, but when my bladder says "I gotta pee", my bladder is gonna let go completely. Slowly but steadily I started to notice my diaper started to swell more and more, but I figured "this diaper is meant for heavy wettings, like it's a special one, so no need for me to worry about leaking... right.. right??? Right! Oh wait not? Oh.. Okay then... Challenge accepted either way!" By the time it was night time again, my diaper sure had swollen quite a bit again already, and keeping my legs closed was getting quite hard at this point (Not like that you perv! 😘). As I was editing the video, I was in a Discord call with some friends, and as I didn't exactly want them to find out about my... let's say.. situation? I figured I'd be better off just keeping at what I was doing. But then... I suddenly felt something... it felt like something leaked a little bit. So I carefully checked the back of my sweat pants and well... yes... They were quite damp... But I was still in the call, I couldn't do anything to improve upon this situation that I had essentially created for myself, so I just sucked it up (unlike the diaper at this point), and acted like nothing happened. It's safe to assume that by the time the video call ended, and I had finished editing my video, I had peed some more without noticing, because at this point, my pants were literally, I kid you not, SOAKED. I quickly did some other stuff online that I still had to finish, and decided to check the damage a bit more thoroughly, and well.. HOW DID I PEE THIS MUCH?!? My diaper was literally wet from the front to the back at this point. But I wasn't done yet, I wouldn't give up this easily, so I posted my video, and figured to tell you all about my day... So here we are now, in the present time. Okay..technically speaking past time, as everything you experience is technically in the past time, but that's some philosophical magic that I have no clue about how it works. So back to the present time, here I am, still sitting in my wet diaper, that literally just can't hold anything anymore, and admittedly quite aroused at this point, due too apparently having had a genuine accident, as I never intended to end up having my indirectly peed pants as well. Realising I literally have worn this diaper for over 24 hours now, and not exactly trusting myself with big girl panties after this escapade, I am going to have some quick "me time", clean myself up real quick, and go to sleep, as it's once again, almost morning again, and I have yet to even get to bed.. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my day as much as (or rather more than) I did 😋 As you can possibly tell, I'm still experimenting a little bit with finding my way of story telling, but I enjoyed telling you all about it, and I feel like that is the most important part 😋 Below some pictures of the aftermath:

"Urghhhhh…" Nexi woke up with a soft groan, followed by a yawn as she stretched her arms upwards. The sunlight streaming from the window above her had tickled her eyelids, demanding the elf to return from her dreamworld. That's right. She was now in an inn inside a human city. She was no longer in her homeland, inside her dorm room back at the academy. She cringed. She could feel the obvious wetness surrounding her legs. Sitting up, she looked down and saw a massive dark patch on her white, now slightly yellowed, sheets. She had wet the bed. Curse that dream… Blushing, the elf climbed down her bed. Hooking her thumbs at her pajama pants' waistbands, she pulled it down in one move, revealing her soaked black panties underneath. She then unbuttoned her pajama top, showing her braless small lumps to the world. The top is salvageable. Only the bottom needs washing. She walked up to the nearby chair where she had put her day clothes, neatly folded in a pile. Oh, right. I don't have any more clean panties. I suppose I'll just have to wear these. I've had so many accidents in them I don't even feel itchy anymore when they're damp like this. I could buy some more new pairs but they're really expensive for some reason. Especially black ones. She had given up entirely on buying white panties, which were the cheapest ones. Any dribble and the yellow stain would be permanent. And knowing how short her skirt was, said stain could be seen by strangers easily and they would know she was a leaker. And only little girls leaked into their panties. She put on her skirt, shirt, and cape, followed by her thighhigh socks and boots. Unlike her panties, she did have a change ready for them both after her… accident yesterday. Exiting the room, she headed straight downstairs. She had to inform the innkeeper of her accident. And, most likely, pay her extra for the mess. ㅤ "Good morning! What can I help you with, Miss?" That morning, the front table was attended by the innkeeper's daughter, One of two, actually, since she had twins when she gave both to them. She wore a casual faded white shirt with a long brown skirt, the latter matching the color of her waist-length hair and eyes. She was sitting down when the elf arrived but she quickly stood up when she saw her coming. “I would like to inform you of something. I… had an accident." The elf's cheeks burned red as she spoke her words. Bedwetting at her age? She's already 50 years old for gods' sake, not a little girl anymore! "An accident?" The girl tilted her head as she crossed her legs under her skirt. "Ah! You mean you wet your bed last night!" "Please don't say it out loud… I…" Nexi averted her gaze, holding her arm with her hand. "It doesn't usually happen. I… had a nightmare…" "A nightmare?" She giggled, putting the back of her hand to cover her mouth. "Must be really scary, huh…" She leaned forward, her boots moving up and down as she lifted her legs back and forth. "So, what's it about?" "W-well, it's about…" She stopped. Her cheeks turned even redder as she realized she almost told a complete stranger that she wet herself in her exam. "Ooh, that kind of wet dream!" She winked. "I understand! Sometimes, it happens to me too…" She whispered with a conspiratorial tone. "Well, don't mind the extra payment! The cleaning job is on the house!" Nexi looked at her with disbelief. Really? She wasn't going to charge her extra for peeing in her bed? "Now, off you go!" She shooed her with her hands. "Breakfast awaits! Just to your left!" She grinned, pointing at the direction. Nexi didn't say anything further. She wouldn't bite a gift horse in the mouth after all. As she made her way to the tavern, however… "Ooh, when is Mother coming? I can't hold it for much longer…" She saw the girl bent over behind her desk, holding the front of her skirt with both hands. Ah, so that wasn't excitement. She just needs to pee. "You should go." She told her with a stern look. "I can keep watch over the desk if you want." "R-really?" The girl brightened. "T-then please do!" Without hesitation, she ran past the elf, heading straight to the privy room at the back of the tavern. Leaving a series of suspicious droplets on the wooden floor. Poor girl… She must be bursting… ㅤ Nexi sat there for about fifteen minutes or so, until the girl returned; an all too relieved expression on her face. A suspicious wet patch was visible on the front and back of her skirt and a slight scent of pee emanated from the fabric. "T-thank you, miss!" She curtsied. "I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life!" Nexi raised her eyebrows. She didn't think she did anything special. "Don't mind it." She sat up. "We're both girls after all. And girls need to stick up with each other." And by that, she meant sticking up to your fellow gender whenever they were in need of a pee. Thanks to their weaker bladders, it was all too common for one to encounter a girl desperately in need of relief, whether you were a peasant or a royalty. "A-Ah… you're right, Miss!" She smiled. "You're absolutely right!" "Well, I'll be taking my breakfast now." With those words, Nexi left the girl, who really didn't know how to feel. She was a bit scary with that stern look of hers but at the same time she's really kind as well. She saved her from wetting herself!" I'll remember your name, Miss Nexi… She thought with a smile.

OK so she's like the main character in movie red

Hi everyone! This is my very first entry here; it is loosely based on my and my SO's actual style of play but of course, with some embellishments. I'm aware this isn't for everyone (and there's actually no wetting involved!), but we scrupulously sterilize our equipment and use only boiled, distilled water. We've yet to experience any side effects after being together for 6+ years. I am so lucky to have this wonderful woman. I hope you find it at least… “interesting”. Enjoy! I knew something was up when I stepped into the bedroom from my morning shower. She was “fully” clothed incredibly provocatively. Normally, she's waiting for me nude on the bed with a full bowl of distilled water on the nightstand with her favorite toy; a 150ml sterilized plant-watering syringe. This time, the bowl and syringe were there, but she was wearing a wonderfully short nurse's dress, cap, white nylons and matching high heels; I was already running it up the flagpole. “Please sit in the chair. I'm not happy with your capacity recently, so we're going to play a game. For every article of clothing I remove, you must ask for and accept another syringe. I will provide incentives along the way. You will not be allowed any pleasure until I'm completely disrobed. Let's get started.” This sounded great, but I knew she always had a few cruel twists up her sleeve. She then put Bolero on the MP3 player and started to slowly sway to the music. “May I please have an injection if you will take off your dress?” “My cap is first...” She filled the syringe, bent over me so I could admire her beautiful, full 38D cleavage and I received my first injection. She only took a second or two to force it in. Only then did I realize it was ice water! My bladder immediately seized up with this intruder. She lightly brushed her lips on mine, removed her cap then continued her undulations. “May I please have another syringe if you remove your dress?” “Yes, you may” She loaded the syringe and moved to inject me, but stopped. “You must first kiss the hand that will deliver your sweet pain.” She held out her hand holding the syringe; I kissed it and thanked her. She then inserted the nozzle into my urethra and started depressing the plunger noticeably slower than at first. This prolonged the intense cramping in my bladder, but I made no sounds of protest. She locked her eyes on mine as the plunger lowered. When it bottomed out, she leaned over, placed her lips over my ear and whispered, “Good boy”. I could smell her exquisite perfume. She then resumed swaying while she slowly unfastened the top two buttons of her dress (there were six) revealing just the top of her lacy white bra. “Since my dress is the major item of clothing I'm wearing, I think it deserves more than just one syringe, don't you?” she asked sweetly. I was starting to become nervous, but of course, agreed. “Good. You will take a full syringe for each pair of remaining buttons... remember to ask nicely for each.” She was clearly enjoying making up the rules as we went along. Her injection speed slowed considerably as her eyes filled with lust watching the distress build in my eyes as each load of ice water caused my violated bladder to protest with almost unbearable cramps. After the dress finally fell, she stood resplendent and magnificent in her white satin bra, panties, stockings and heels. She felt her power and control over me course through her as I gazed longingly; I was at full attention. “How many milliliters are you now carrying?” she asked. “600” I replied. “That's a good start”. With that, she moved to me and asked, “How about a little lapdance?” This is one of her favorite games. She straddled and sat on me, teasing, forcing her tongue into my mouth. While locked in this kiss, she ground her now thoroughly soaked panties forward, pressing my cock deep into my distressed bladder. She broke the kiss and again placed her lips over my ear, licked it and whispered, “Does it hurt?” “Yes Ma'am” “Good.” Her husky voice lowered... “You will soon be in exquisite agony.” With that she raised off my lap and resumed her seductive dance; I was mesmerized. “May I please have another injection if you will remove your bra?” “Of course.” She slowly drew another 150ml into the syringe then held out her hand. I kissed it then she slowly drove the contents down my urethra, her eyes sparkling with delight. 750 ml has been my limit for some time, so I was now wracked with pain while my body worked on warming up this fresh assault. She resumed her swaying to the beat with eyes closed, then she turned around so I could watch her unclasp her bra. She slipped it off and returned to me, then cradled my head on her luscious breasts. “You've been such a good boy; you will soon be rewarded. I want you to know how happy you've made Mommy.” With that, she ran her fingers over her sopping wet panties, a beautiful string glistening from them as she slowly pulled her fingers away then held them under my nose. “Smell Mommy's heat.” It drove me wild making me forget for an instance the unrelenting pressure below. Then the next twist: “Baby, I'm kind of full myself after the long night, but you know only one of us can be full during our games. So, I'll be right back.” She glided into the bath and blew me a kiss as she closed the door. I heard that wonderful hiss of a woman releasing, but it was pure torture hearing her relief knowing mine was a looong way off and would only come when she allowed. It also didn't sound like she released into the bowl; more like a jar or bottle. My heart flipped when she emerged carrying a baby bottle filled with her very yellow, very strong first morning pee. “You're my one and only Baby. You've been so good this morning that I'm going to warm you up from the inside with my special nectar.” I knew that pee rushes through the kidneys (and bowels) like a waterfall and it was a full 10oz. I'm starting to get really worried. She sat on the bed, cradling me in her lap, and placed the nipple at my mouth. “I made this for you. Drink all of Mommy from your bottle my sweet baby.” I tentatively sucked. It was so pungent, so strong, so full of wonderful female essence. Only a few drops were required to send me over the edge. I was rock hard. But I knew I had to finish it if I had any hope of relief later. I sucked harder and harder swallowing greedily, but the nipple's small hole only allowed a trickle at a time. I moaned in despair knowing how long this would take. She smiled tenderly as I moaned and lightly kissed my forehead. “Keeping drinking my precious boy while I check on your progress.” She then stroked and caressed my bloated bladder, probing various locations to check its firmness. She's an expert at determining my limits and loves driving in her little daggers every time she presses. When I finally finished, I could already feel her urine working its magic and adding significantly to my distress. She removed the empty bottle and ran her fingers over my now grossly-swollen bladder. “It makes me so hot knowing that I can torment you from both the outside and inside, and that it will only get worse with each passing minute.” She's quite a good pianist and slowly played my bladder as her keyboard with my head cradled on her breasts, her tender little kisses providing some distraction from the ever mounting pressure as her sweet gift fully worked its way through my system. When she determined I was sufficiently taut, she said, “Lie on your back.” She stood imperiously and was still clad in her satin panties, stockings and heels. “Oops. Did we forget something?” It seemed I heard a disembodied voice from far away say, “May I please have another injection for the privilege of having your beautiful panties removed?” “Of course. And I will take some pity on your distressed state and not use ice water. And you've been such a good boy, this will be your last injection.” “Thank you my sweet and compassionate Mistress”. I nearly wept with joy. She went into the bath and returned with a small bowl filled with the remainder of her pee and drew it into the syringe; only slightly over half-filled. She extended her hand which I gently kissed. “You're going to have all of me in you until we finish.” With that, she rammed her essence down my urethra. I was panting and blowing like I was in labor, and looked it, too. I was swollen beyond anything I'd ever experienced. She very gently caressed the balloon that was my bladder while her eyes filled with wonder and lust. She slipped off her panties and laid them under my nose as a wonderful distraction to the agony I was about to endure. She then carefully lowered herself onto my granite-like stick and started rocking back and forth, back and forth, every motion sending waves like electricity thru me. She was so tight and hot and slick. Her pace increased driving her scalding hot needles deeper and deeper. When she was close, she leaned forward, removed her panties from my face and kissed me, her tongue flicking in my mouth like a snake's, tasting her own pee. Her entire magnificent body now pressed down on my tortured bladder as she ground her hips forward and back, forward and back. Gazing into my desperate eyes, she came violently, shuddering as if hooked to a powerful tens unit. I followed an instant later, spasming and spasming seemingly endlessly into her. She always likes to cuddle afterwards, knowing how much worse the hold is once the sexual tension is released. “Did you like my new games, my sweet lover?” she ask as she licked and nipped at my neck. “Yes Ma'am, I love them! But may I please now check my capacity?” “In a minute...” she purred.

A few times when I’m out at a bar with my girlfriend and it’s one of those single toilet bathrooms she will come in with me and we will take turns peeing. She doesn’t know about my fetish and I don’t believe that she is into it anyway, but it’s hot that she has no issue with dropping her pants and thong and hissing into the toilet while having a convo with me. Always makes me turned on the rest of the night

WIZ LEFT AND AQUA RIGHT The thing wiz pees in is an image I only have in my head. Just imagine a Japanese squat toilet but old stone castle style and no pipes just a hole in it. "Kazzzzzumaaaaa, why did we have to bring the stupid litch?" Moaned Aqua "You know she's gonna try something litchy." Kazuma shut the Useless deity up with quick bonk with the hilt of his sword. "She said she wanted to come, so she comes" he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice "she is our friend." "Hmmph, I still don't trust her Kazuma." Wiz, who was wandering alongside Kazuma, was quite upset at Aqua's constant stabs at her. "Please miss Aqua, believe me when I say that I have no ill intent. This quest seemed very simple when I overheard you talking about it, just a simple treasure hunt in a cave. I just wanted to spend some time with you all and have a nice walk." She wiggled cutely and smiled. Aqua returned a pout. Darkness and Megumin had charged slightly ahead of the group, chatting to each other and occasionally checking behind them to see the others. The quest was, as Wiz had said, simple. A large cave, long since abandoned by any monsters or bandits, had a stash of treasure somewhere within its depths. Decades ago, the place was a bandit hideout. Stairs had been carved into the rock in places, and a few side passages were still open. "It appears the bandits made this place as homely as they could" remarked Darkness "apparently they had a ferocious tentacled monster as a pet." Her heavy breathing started echoing around the chamber. "Don't start, please don't" stated Kazuma bluntly. "Oooooh" whined Darkness "to have my thoughts and desires deflected so coldly like I was nothing." Kazuma quietly sighed, it was just another day with these losers. After an hour and a half of walking around the cave, things were beginning to become monotonous and boring; with Aqua being very vocal about her dislike of the situation. "And my feet hurt and I'm hungry, and that stupid litch is here" she finished listing off her numerous complaints. She also had a growing need to visit a toilet, but she would refuse to admit such a thing; Goddesses don't pee. "Aqua, you are the one who wanted to do this quest," said Megumin. "But I didn't know it would be boring and long, I should have waited at home while you lot did the work for your Goddess" her whining was seemingly unending. "Miss Aqua, please be calm and enjoy yourself" Wiz's voice was almost a whisper. "NOOOOO NOT WHILE YOU ARE AROUND, I KNOW YOUR GAMES LITCH!!!." Wiz quickly teared up "I-i-i jus-st want to b-be your f-r-riend." Aqua's incoming verbal bombardment was silenced preemptively by yet another bop from Kazuma. "You two are working together now" he asserted. Aqua opened her mouth "Not a peep out of useless Goddess, you will learn to tolerate her or else you are out in the stable for a week." She may hate undead, but she hates the stables even more. Thirty minutes of needed, albeit unstable, peace had passed; and Aqua was not the only one getting desperate. If some asked you the question "hey, do undead need to pee?" you would probably say no. Then congratulations, you said the logical answer; but its the wrong answer. Wiz was usually very careful about her toilet trips, making sure that nobody would ever see her desperate or doing the deed. But deep in a cave after hours of holding, her bladder was becoming uncomfortably full. She had a large bladder, but even big bladdered girls have limits. The secluded side passages looked so tempting, many had running water features that would mask the sound of her relieving herself, but now that she was stuck like glue to the Aqua those options were impossible. "Hey, you two go check that sorta large passage on the right. Might have something that can help us in it." The command from Kazuma was like an insult to her bladder, she knew there would be nothing in there; Kazuma just wanted to see how the two girls reacted when alone. "Ew ew ew, so much dust" complained Aqua as she entered the unused room. It was once a storage room, used for something very valuable: wine. As such, unbeknownst to the Goddess and Litch, the room was booby-trapped. The second that Wiz stepped slowly through the entranceway, the heavy stone door dropped down with thud like thunder. Aqua was to the door in a flash, pounding at it uselessly with her fists. "KAZUMA KAZUMA KAZUMA HELP. GET ME OUT OF HERE, THERE ARE BUGS AND DIRT, AND THE LITCH. HEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!!" Her banshee-like screeching went on and on until Kazuma answered. "quiet useless Goddess, there are some instructions written on the wall out here." He cleared his throat "Hear yee thief to enter this chamber is to invite death or imprisonment until that. Pour out wine into the small squat toilet looking thing to open the door a bit. The more you pour the more the door opens. The more it opens the more my men will hurt you. Signed Azgaril." "Wow, these bandits have really bad grammar," he remarked, chuckling slightly. Another screech came from Aqua "There isn't any wine left in here Kazuma, just get Megumin to blow open the door." Kazuma shook his head, although they could not see that. "She would just bring this whole cave down on top of us, which I for one do not want. Just fill the "squat toilet thing up with water, you are literally named Water in Latin." Aqua blinked and thought hard for a moment "What's Latin?" Kazuma wasn't willing to explain all that here "Doesn't matter, just fill up the thing." Aqua turned, preparing to make water when suddenly Kazuma called out. "Actually don't bother, they already thought of that. For some reason, it has been designed so it won't accept water." Aqua began to panic, both at her imprisonment and her full bladder. She knew that Kazuma would be able to get help from the town within a few hours, but her bladder would not give her a few hours. Little did she know that Wiz was in the same boat. The Litch's toilet need had grown to dangerous levels. Her bladder throbbed and bulged with pent up golden yellow pee. She was smart and had already deduced what both of them would have to do. She didn't like it, but she knew what had to be done. Strolling up to the door, her large thighs squeeze tightly under her dress, she spoke to Kazuma. "Excuse me, Kazuma, but I think I have a plan on how to get me and miss Aqua out. "I'm all ears" came his reply. "IM NOT!!" shouted Aqua "KAZUMA GET US OUT!!" "No," said Kazuma, firm and authoritative "you two have gotta work together on this, no ifs or buts; you wanna go in the stables?" Aqua, in a rare display, silently agreed. "Mister Kazuma, please go ahead and finish the quest; we shall be done by the time you are back," asked Wiz politely, also not wanting Kazuma to hear what they were about to do. "Alright then, I trust you know what to do Wiz." His footsteps quickly became faint. "KAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE." Aqua's screaming fell on deaf ears. Her dagger-like glare affixed itself to Wiz. "So what is your "plan", Litch?" Scorn that could not be measured were latched onto every word. Wiz made her way over to the "squat toilet looking thing" mentioned in the instructions. The thing was a pill-shaped dip in the smooth stone floor. A small hole in the centre led to where ever the trap's inner working was. Wiz blushed fiercely knowing what she must do. "Erm, we have to fill the bowl and, we have nothing to fill it with to hand." "So" she hesitated for a moment, mulling things over "we have to resort to desperate measures." The unintentional pun somehow made Aqua realise the plan. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAY, NOOOO. THERE IS NO CHANCE THAT I, AQUA OF THE AXIS CULT, WILL RELEASE HER MOST HOLY WATERS INTO THAT THING. ESPECIALLY NOT IN FRONT OF YOU." She crossed her arms and pouted. Wiz understood that it was impossible to argue with the stubborn Goddess; it was up to her alone to do the deed. "I recommend you don't look miss Aqua" she suggested tactfully, taking off her robe and hanging it on an old torch holder. Aqua turned her back, saying nothing. Wiz quickly hitched up her purple dress to reveal her, unsurprisingly, purple knickers. A small damp patch had appeared on the front of them, barely visible on the dark fabric. It happened while talking to Kazuma although she kept her composure so well nobody noticed. The panties quickly went down to her ankles. The cool air struck her legs and vagina, causing a small leak of warm urine. The contrast in temperature was quite nice. Her throbbing Labia Minor was moist with juice and pee. She adopted a squatting position over the bowl, running a hand through her brown pubic and over her pussy. She took in a deep breath, hating what she was about to do. It was embarrassing and certainly unsanitary, but she had sacrificed greater things than her dignity. "Okay then, I am going to start." Tilting her head back slightly and slowing her breathing, she relaxed her bladder and sphincter. The rush of pee trying to get out of her bladder was incredible. The force of it created a water jet pee that splattered onto the stone loudly. The spray created by the stream covered her boots in droplets. For the first 10 seconds, it wasn't even a feeling of relief; just a thankful body for letting it deposit the pool inside of it. It was something Wiz had never felt before. It wasn't even a power pee just a violent dumping of all her pent up piss. Steam began rising from the puddle collecting the "toilet", even though it had been designed to send all liquid collected straight down into the measuring system. Wiz was trembling, her loins were on fire, her bladder venting its hot, yellow pee at an impossible rate. She clenched her fists and bit her knuckles. The normally shy and proper girl let out a loud moan, although it could hardly be heard of her gusher of a piss stream. Wiz didn't hear Aqua's dam burst. Even if she did, she wouldn't have cared, everything felt too good to care. The useless Goddesses bladder was hit with the cruellest kind of audio torture; an overfull bladder getting its long due relief. It was simply too much for it, and she began urinating all over the floor. This was the one time she was glad she forwent panties. Her stream was pitiful in comparison to Wiz's tsunami. The Litch's bladder seemed to have an unlimited supply of pee. Neither of them noticed the trap system going bonkers, the door was now permanently jammed open. So great was Wiz's flood that the whole cave's network of traps was broken by pee leaking into a series of scales it should not have been in. Forever would this cave be safe because of Wiz's piss flood; provided she didn't flood the whole cave. After 5 and a half minutes, the stream came to a stop. Wiz wasn't empty, she had just let out enough to be comfy; a full adult human bladder's worth was still inside her. Now the room was filled by Wiz's heavy breathing, she was so going to touch herself later. She took a moment to compose herself, pulling her clothes back up and shaking the wee off her boots."I-i'm sorry y-y-you had to listen to that" her voice was shaky and weak. Aqua was in no mood to talk and simply left the room, Wiz following her at a distance. They proceeded deeper into the cavern, soon linking back up with the others. *Timeskip* Wiz was still cooling off hours later even though she was sitting by the roaring Mansion fire. She sipped her tea and lay back on the armrest of the sofa. Her bladder had, understandably, become weaker after such a massive pee. She already felt another visit to the bathroom coming, her 4 in 2 hours. But before that, she decided to have some fun. She had already changed into some comfy PJs; a dark purple top with elbow-length sleeves and matching shorts. Her right hand slipped into her waistband, smooth fingers rubbed her clit. She sucked in air and push the middle and index finger into her entrance. She moaned quietly and started to thrust. Faster and faster she went, her mind quickly becoming a blur as her g-spot was pounded mercilessly. Within 30 seconds orgasm had hit her, the piss torrent earlier made her too sensitive. She gasped for air and rubbed her large breasts. So nice I should try it again even though it is very improper, she thought. Placing her mug on the floor and standing before the fire, she dropped her shorts to the floor. She spread her vagina open and aimed as best she could. The stream didn't come as enthusiastically as before but still managed to fly into the roaring fire with considerable force. The hiss was there but mostly drowned out by the fire's noise, the nice feeling of relief washed over her body just like before. Wiz smiled to herself and then grabbed one of her handkerchiefs to wipe. The Litch lay back on the sofa, shorts still around her ankles and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the things she was going to do with this newfound hobby.

Hey guys, I've attached a video I ripped off of youtube from some girl's vlog. Good talking desperation for the duration of her being in a car. Nothing else of note tho. I used to edit these down to just the desp parts but I'm a lazier man these days. I HAD TO PEE SO BAD!!!.mp4

Something is not right, if this video is not to be shared on the forum, then you shouldn't be sharing it in PM's. I think the video is against the rules......if this is the case, then this is messed up.