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  1. This story is set in upstate New York in the late 19th century. ‘Water Cure’ in context refers to the wildly popular practice of hydrotherapy as alternative medicine capable of curing just about anything. Absolutely not the ironic latter usage describing torture. All characters are women, there is sex involved. Amy crossed her legs tightly as she sat herself down on the smooth marble bench. Why didn’t she just ask the attendant to show her where she could relieve herself? Surely that’s what everyone else would do? Maybe one of the other women in the Turkish bath would know? Probably. Half a dozen ladies of various ages sat sporadicly around the steamy room. She could see small vents in the floor from which the warm, wet air rose lazily. But Amy knew she wouldn’t ask. She would just need to hold it. But for how much longer? She got the impression that the Water Cure still contained other dubious ‘pleasures’. The glasses of chilled water full of lemon and exotic herbs to ‘relax her inhibitions’ that she’d drank on arrival were still working their way through her and she was starting to worry that she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. What would she do if she wet herself? Probably never leave her house again. Which would be entirely the opposite outcome to that the Water Cure had been promised to achieve. Amy had always been shy, and preferred her own company. She didn’t see how anything was different now that her daughter had been born. But her husband claims to worry, and her mother-in-law suggested the Water Cure would heal her ‘unsociability’. So here she was. Getting cured. The herbs, at least, had done nothing. Or she’d already have asked for the lavatory. Amy tried to minimise her squirming, despite her bursting bladder. It was unladylike to show such a need. Of course it was even more unladylike to wet one’s dress, or even the rough towel-like gowns the attendants had the women wear between treatments. Amy suspected she was meant to have taken off the gown in the Turkish bath. Given the warm humid air more access to her skin. While a couple of the other women still held their gowns wrapped around themselves like Amy a few had removed them and were sitting naked. One was covering her breasts and between her legs with her arms and hands and looked as if she would prefer not to be so exposed. But a couple of others were comfortably casual in their nudity and hid nothing from display. Amy had never seen anything like it and her curiosity to continue to examine the ladies surprised her. She tried not to stare but couldn’t resist taking long glances whenever she felt she had to. The lady directly opposite her on the other side of the room was one of those who remained wrapped in her gown and had apparently fallen asleep, as Amy could hear her snoring prettily. It wasn’t long before the woman who had seemed uncomfortable with nakedness, but embraced it anyway, stood up, pulled her gown back on, and blushingly left the room. Over the next few minutes she was joined by several others who had had enough of the steam and an idea occurred to Amy. “If everyone leaves, even briefly, and I’m alone in the bath, I could relieve myself right here.” It was a wild idea! Amy had never before done such a thing. A lady held her bladder until she reached the appropriate facility. And if she couldn’t, shamefully, well then, she would relieve herself in her clothes. Despite Amy’s shyness leading to quite a bit of unnecessary desperation she’d not reached the point of having an actual accident since childhood. Though she had to admit that she’d always been rather fascinated by the idea of other ladies getting themselves into such a state. Where did that thought come from? It was true, now she thought it. But it was a new realisation. Perhaps the water cure did work in some ways? Her companions in the bath continued to trickle out. Regrettably the beautiful naked ladies among them. Amy was properly in need of relief now, the urgency between her legs growing quickly, unbearably, her idea of going on the floor of the bath was her only chance to avoid wetting her gown, she’d left it too late to find her way to a restroom. Even if she could make herself ask for directions. The woman opposite her shifted a little in her sleep. Napping while sitting on marble will do that, Amy supposed. Though wouldn’t it be interesting if she needed relief as well? Amy had heard stories of young women who had had accidents sometimes. Though she’d never seen it actually happen. Wouldn’t it be absolutely fascinating if this beautiful young thing ten feet away wet herself in her sleep while Amy watched? What was that thought!? Did she really want to see that? She did! The phantasy was thrilling her, and it kept her mind away from her own mounting desperation. she just had to hold out till two more women left the room. She could pee while her sleeping princess slept… Clara hadn’t felt any urge to pee when she’d first been led to the Turkish bath. Though she didn’t know where the facilities were either, had Amy asked, even though she’d drunk the same mandatory lemon, herbs, and ice water. Each time the attendants had submerged her in water, hot or cold, Clara had more or less immediately lost any control of her bladder and urinated helplessly. The first time she was quite embarrassed, as she always was whenever she wet herself, but as the water hid all evidence of her indiscretions she found herself not blushing at all either the second or third time it happened. “It’s it funny!” She thought to herself, “that it isn’t the loss of bladder control that is so shameful, but simply that anyone might know?” That was actually why she was visiting the Water Cure, her husband had found her occasional lapses in continence since she’d carried his son to be so vexing that she’d been banished to the guest bedroom “until she found control over herself”. That Clara wasn’t having accidents on purpose seemed of little consequence to Robert. She was exiled until she could be certain that she wouldn’t sully their marital bed either in her sleep, in a brief frantic wakefulness, or during her marital expectations. Sitting amid the gentle steam, Clara had felt herself starting to drift away. She’d been so tired for months. Little Harold was so demanding and even at night she dared not let herself sleep too deeply for fear of not awakening to his cries, or to the demands of her temperamental bladder. She didn’t know how long she napped, sitting upright on a marble bench, the door latching shut as someone departed must have roused her. Instantly she felt a sudden stab of urgency in her lap. Instinctively, as if she were in her bed and not in public, her hand shot between her legs. To her horror a beautiful young women sitting on the opposite bench, her only companion in the room now, was looking directly at her. She whipped her hand away from her complaining shell and blushed desperately. What was she to do? From experience Clara knew she would never make it the facility lavatories, even if she already knew where they were. She’d taken to having a chamber pot next to her bed, and she could often make it that far with dry nightclothes if she managed to wake in time, but could never reach another room with dry legs. So she was to have an accident then? In front of one of the fairest girls she could recall seeing? Who was still looking at her, curiously. Clara wished she hadn’t awoken and it had happened in her sleep. That was somehow always better. She hoped the beautiful girl would be kind. In her experience beauty and kindness seldom correlated. The least she could do was warn her, so she could avert her gaze, or leave quickly in disgust. “I’m dreadfully sorry,” Clara began. She could feel her bottom growing hot and wet as she spoke. She continued quickly “But I’ve lost control of my bladder.” Surprisingly the young woman didn’t look away at all. Clara could see her shock, but she was interested. Clara watched her watch the unfolding accident. Her pee saturated the seat of her gown and trickled down her bare legs, pooling around her feet and slowly finding its way to a drain in the centre of the floor. ”I’m so sorry!” Clara offered. “I must have slept too deeply. Please don’t think too dreadfully of me.” ”No! I’d never!” Amy met her eyes now. Clara’s accident had been exactly as she had imagined. Her imagination hadn’t caused it had it? No. That’s crazy. Her own bladder surged recklessly. If she was going to keep her own gown dry she needed to go on the floor now. Right now. She held it instead. Telling herself she couldn’t do that in front of Clara, faithlessly, “Actually… I’m in the same position. I can’t wait another minute.” ”Oh no!” Clara stood up, the wet fabric clung to her bum and the back of her thighs. She took the three steps between their benches and held out her hand to the squirming woman. “Are you sure you can’t make it? I would walk with you?” Clara whispered soothingly. ”I… no… it’s too late. I waited too long. If I stand up it’s all going to come flooding out…” Amy bit her lip tearfully. ”That’s alright. Don’t cry!” Clara sat down next to Amy and lay her hand on Amy’s leg, gently stoking through the material of the rough gown. “I wet myself sometimes… you just saw me do it. Oh, please don’t be upset.” Amy welcomed the soft touch and soothing words from her companion, somehow, even through fabric, her hand on her thigh was sending sparks of excitement through her. Nearly as many as watching Clara pee in her clothes. Even though she’d chosen the inevitably, actually wetting would ruin the moment, the girl would leave. “How does it feel?” Amy whispered, “When it… happens.” ”Oh. Well. It’s very wet. And very warm. And… relieving.” Clara lay Amy’s head against her shoulder. “I promise love, you’ll feel so much better.” “Does it feel like…” Amy blushed prettily, “like touching… down there… feels.” She couldn’t believe she could be so forward. But with another women it was permitted, surely. ”A little, sometimes.” Clara admitted, as much to herself as Amy. Perhaps if Robert looked at her when it happened the way Amy did… “Is that what it feels like for you now?” ”Very much…” Amy could barely stand the tension. Between her legs. Between this woman. She didn’t think. Clara wasn’t surprised when Amy’s lips met hers. It had seemed… inevitable since she’d sat down. The air was dense and static. She kissed back. With more passion than she’d felt in a very long time. It was just as inevitable that she would touch her companions thigh beneath her gown, her fingers finding their way between the heavy folds. And edge her hand ever higher as Amy’s trembling legs parted. She had never touched another woman like this before, her seed was harder and stiffer than Clara’s. “Does it feel like this does it?” Clara moved her fingers gently between Amy’s legs. Amy was transported. A being of pure tension, strung tight between expectation and desire. She could feel a paroxysm building… Clara stroked her companion quickly, urgently. Not at all like she would if she was just beginning to touch herself, but Amy was already so wet that Clara half suspected she must have been leaking. What could make this woman so hot? Was it… her? Clara had never thought of herself as attractive. Certainly not since pregnancy. Not since she’d started having accidents. But perhaps she just needed a different perspective… Amy’s eyes were drooping and she was breathing out ragged little pants of joy. Clara knew she must be on the brink of… simultaneously Amy let out a strangled yelp and arched her back, Clara held her on the bench with her free hand, her other hand was amidst a deluge. Far more urine than Clara was capable of holding flowed through her fingers like a tide. Clara held the other woman until both the paroxysm and the river had run their course. ”There?” She purred, “That wasn’t so bad was it?” Amy looked at Clara, her pupils still dilated. Her mind lept and found footing in intention, “The world is wide, and I will not waste my life.” They left the bath together
    5 points
  2. So at college I was able to indulge a lot more because I was living partially at school and partially at home. Here are some of my favorite experiences! I met up for dinner with this girl after both of our classes were over, and I sort of had to pee when we sat down. However, lines were super long and I was waiting for her for a long while and was done my dinner before she even came back with hers, so I kept drinking more and more water and ginger ale. After dinner, we decided to go back to her apartment to watch a show and hang out. By the time we reached my car so I could drive us a bit closer to her apartment, I had a moderate need to use the restroom. I would normally begin thinking about using the toilet at this point, because I have a very weak bladder and struggle to hold it if I wait too long. However, I didn’t want to stop at my dorm and make her wait, so we went straight to her apartment, which only took about 20 minutes, with the drive and walk. About an hour into hanging out in her apartment, I really have to pee. I’m in multicolored leggings and a hoodie (because it was winter), but no leaks in these leggings would be very noticeable. However, I still don’t use her bathroom, as things were a little tense between us at this point. I believe she was under the impression we were flirting and possibly heading somewhere romantic, and it became uncomfortable once I mentioned having a boyfriend. This girl was absolutely gorgeous though, stunning, classic beauty. eventually, I leave and she sends me off with some scones and I am desperate. I know I won’t make it the 30 minute drive home, and don’t want to stop at my dorm. As I approached my car, my legs are squeezed as I walk and I get so turned on at the idea of just pissing myself in public like that, so I do. I let go and immediately my legs get warm as I pissed myself. It felt so good I almost fell over, and I threw my sweater from work down on my car seat to sit on. I left a little piss trail to my car, and when I got home I immediately got myself off. A lot of times, if I knew I wasn’t sleeping in my dorm that night, I would go there between classes just to masturbate and piss myself. I sat on all mY blankets, bathrobe, and pillows countless times and pissed either my panties or like I was using a toilet, to the point that my sheets were yellow on the edge in the middle. I also often peed my pants after classes in my doorway, standing on towels or running to my rug and letting go. one time, I was in a sundress with no panties because I had just hooked up with a guy and didn’t feel like putting them back on. He left, I walked him to the door, and came back. He didn’t finish the job, but you’re always supposed to pee after sex, so I did. I grabbed my pink body pillow that’s fuzzy on one side, silky on the other, straddled it, and grinded myself against it. I let out little leaks as I did this, driving myself crazy. I couldn’t get off like this so eventually I grabbed my viberator and began letting the rest of my piss out in my bed as I worked myself off over and over again. My bed was too wet to sleep in, so I went home that night. and finally for this set, one time, after work, I was filling up on gas before going back to my dorm. I was in all black, black shirt and black plain pants. I had to pee so fucking bad, because I always drank lemonade at work (I worked at Panera at the time). I was filling up, and freezing, when I decided to warm myself up. I leaned into my car, and let go, trying not to moan with relief as my crotch got warmer. I peed even after my car was done filling up, and I left a puddle outside. I put a sweatshirt down and went back to the dorm room and got myself off until I passed out, thoroughly satisfied. I hope you enjoyed these, I’ll be back with more soon!!
    5 points
  3. Watch Alisha and Gabriella compete to see who can get their diaper to visibly leak into their jeans first in this cute and playful video. With Ronica acting as a game show host, Alisha and Gabriella have a contest to see who can get their pull on diaper to leak first. Despite both having full bladders, they struggle to force out all the pee they have, hoping that they will be the winner.
    4 points
  4. https://matureclub.com/video/186826552
    4 points
  5. Here's a rip! 5941555_240p.mp4
    4 points
  6. Got this new Vfl Wolfsburg soccer kit and of course I had to break it in properly 😏 before pic after pics and of course the video! IMG_4494.MOV
    3 points
  7. 👍 大陸妹子尿褲子.mp4
    3 points
  8. I won’t be online as much during summer as privacy will be limited but thinking a wee catch up of Sarah and Will from In Times of Desperation and Liam and Megan from this one (Anything to confess) would be very doable and fun. I got very attached to them both and miss writing these. i didn’t feel pressured at all and actually touched that so many enjoy my writing.
    3 points
  9. Two's company

    I wrote this story for the May 2022 writing competition and follows the prompt "Character is in a sauna and waiting for everyone else to leave so they can sneak a pee. What they don't realize is that someone else has the exact same plan." It's already published in the competition submission thread, so this is a repost so that it doesn't get lost in the big wall of text. TWO'S COMPANY “I call dibs on the bathroom!” Hannah cursed inside, and watched how her friend Katy jumped up from her seat to take off towards the only bathroom in the house. Fuck, she was fast. So unfair… I certainly drank more than her! I’m so glad that this game is finally over, so that I can go piss a river. Fuck… I have to go. I really have to go so bad. The minute Katy returns, I’m dashing towards the bathroom. At the other side of the round table, Felicia pressed her crossed legs firmly together. Oh my - did she just call dibs? Can you call dibs? It should have been me; I've been dying for the loo since ages ago! Oooh, I have to go, I hope Katy doesn’t take too long there! In front of the two girls laid the contents of the “Escape room - the board game” box. It had been Mark's idea to play that particular game, but Justin’s proposal to spice the game up by turning it into a drinking game. Last but not least, it was Liam who had written down the drinking rules of the game. It hadn’t taken them long to realize that with these rules, they had to drink way too much alcoholic beverages, and halfway into the game the six friends were already borderline drunk. Katy, Hannah and Felicia had decided to continue the game with soda instead of alcohol, which halted their exponential growth of insobriety. However, with the larger soda glasses, the volume of fluid intake had surpassed the one of the boys, their bladders filling up much faster at the same time. By the time the game had neared its end, the girls were all wiggling in their seats, longing to use the bathroom. The spirit of completing the game had made them hold on, against the will of their complaining bladder muscles. Now that they had “escaped the room”, however, their need to pee was the only thing left on the girls’ mind. Hannah crossed her legs, stood up and eyed the bathroom door, which seemed to be the only solution for their problem. She was desperate enough to pop a squat outside, but with the heavy storm weather this was not a safe option; the government advice was to stay inside at all times. While the rain poured against the closed storm shutters, all she could do was pray that Katy would free the bathroom for her before she pissed herself. Katy, however, seemed to be in no rush, because the door stayed shut for longer then expected. After a minute or ten, Liam drunkenly exclaimed what Hannah and Felicia thought. “What is taking her so long?”, he said, staggering towards the closed door. Then, he snickered when he neared the bathroom, and the girls threw him a puzzled look. “Mark is also in there”, Liam smiled, “and they are doing it!” Hannah couldn’t believe her ears at first, but standing beside the door, she could also hear Katy and Mark breathing intensely. “Fuck, they ARE doing it!”, she said, perplexed. The living room went silent for a while, and a sudden moan by Katy could be heard throughout the house. Felicia was the last one to realize that it was indeed true. “Oh my goodness, are they really…? In the bathroom?” Nobody was really surprised that Mark and Katy were hooking up, it was just that the time and place was really unfortunate for the other girls, who were getting desperate at this point. Hannah balled her fists and pressed her legs together and Felicia wedged her hand between her crossed legs - they both needed that bathroom so badly, but it seemed that it would be occupied for a while. After a few minutes of dancing around, Hannah decided to return to her room, so that she could wait there for Mark and Katy to finish their business in the bathroom. At least, she could openly hold herself there, and do a pee dance where nobody would see her. Felicia decided to stay in the living room so that she would be able to see when Katy came back from the bathroom. Under the table, she unbuttoned her pants, and slipped her hand under the fabric so that she could directly press her hand into her privates through her panties. Hannah was pacing up and down in her room, trying to think of a way to release the contents of her bladder without using the toilet. The sink in the kitchen was no option because both Liam and Justin were standing there. The trashcan in her room was tempting her, but it was full of holes. As far as she knew there were no plants in the house, and also no hidden corners. The vacation house was quite small, with only two bedrooms, the living room with kitchen, the bathroom and the sauna. Wait… the sauna? Hannah’s intoxicated brain tried to think about it; she could be naked there without raising suspicions, put a bunch of towels under her, and then just pee on them. She wasn’t sure that the towels would be able to soak up everything, but the thought was too tempting, and Hannah quickly undressed herself to execute her brand new plan. At the same time in the living room, Felicia was in serious trouble. Liam had decided to not await the return of Mark and Katy, and had grabbed an empty soda bottle from the table, in which he was now loudly urinating. He had had the decency to take cover behind the counter, but the room filling sound was just too much for Felicia to take. She felt a small leak escaping from her bladder, slowly dripping into her panties, and thought she would pee herself any second now. Frantically, she stood up and decided to run towards the only place where she thought she would be alone; the sauna. With one hand clamping her crotch, she undressed herself in the girls’ bedroom as fast as she could, grabbed a towel and rushed herself towards the sauna cabin. She arrived there, just as Hannah had laid herself down on the towels, and the two girls looked each other in the eye. “D-do… you mind i-if I join you?” Felicia faltered, hesitating while standing in the door opening. Oh my goodness, Hannah is here. Oooh… I need to wee, I just really want to be alone right now, but I can’t leave now that I just arrived. That would be so weird. I know that Hannah is not a huge sauna person, I wonder why she is even in here, she said a few hours ago that she didn’t like the heat! I’ll just wait her out for a few minutes until I’m alone and then… “No… off course… not…” Hannah replied with a painful smile on her face. For fucks sake Felicia, why are you in here, I was ready to explode and now I can’t do that! But I can’t say that, right, there’s no sensible reason why she shouldn’t be able to come in, we have been in each other’s naked presence for so many times. I guess I can hold my pee for a few minutes longer until she gets bored of the sauna… “Ok thanks”, said Felicia with a faint smile, she rested herself on the free side of the L-shaped sauna bench, and immediately crossed her legs. Ok, so I still need to wee very badly but at least I haven’t wet my panties. Look at my belly, it’s so full! Maybe I can try to let a little bit go to lower the pressure… but what if Hannah sees what I’m doing? Or worse; what if I can’t stop once I’m going? Hannah would definitely notice that! No… I can’t… although I really want to… oooh, this dilemma would be so much easier if Hannah would just depart… Hannah readjusted herself from a relaxed position on her back to a sideways crossed-legged pose, and felt a drip of sweat running down her thigh. Fucking hell… it’s so hot in here, I don’t even like the sauna heat. Just a few more minutes Hannah, and then you can release a gusher onto the towels… no, shit, don’t think about gushers just yet, it’s making the feeling worse. Naked grandmother… naked grandmother… oh it’s not working, I just need to piss! As the minutes passed by, their strained bladders filling up even more, Hannah and Felicia were getting restless. Felicia had a hand between her legs, fingertips pressing onto her privates, and Hannah occasionally gave herself a squeeze without making it too obvious that she urgently needed the bathroom. Finally, Hannah decided that she had to try something to get Felicia out of the sauna. She stood up, reached for the temperature knob and turned it all the way up. I bet I can smoke her out this way, the heat will be too uncomfortable for her and then she will leave. God, I need to piss! The temperature in the room rose quickly, and although both Hannah and Felicia started to sweat like a pig, none of them made the intention to leave the cabin. Frustrated that her plan didn’t seem to work, Hannah checked up with Felicia. “Don’t… you think it’s too hot in here?” “No, no, I like the heat”, Felicia lied, “I’m glad you turned it up because I thought it was a little too cold at first.” “Ah…” Hannah swore inside her head for a good minute, then stood up, turned the knob all the way down and set the door ajar. “You know… I don’t want to make it too uncomfortable for you”, she said, and smiled at Felicia. Ok so she likes the heat, then she will surely leave when the temperature drops quickly! But Felicia thought differently; on the contrary, she was now even more determined to stay. Oh my goodness, Hannah, too cold… too hot… make up your damn mind! And leave so I can wee in the sauna! I will do it anyway if she doesn’t depart soon, I cannot hold it for much longer! But she’s getting restless, and she’s clearly not happy with the temperature. Yes, she will depart soon. Right? Stubborn as they were, both determined that the other person in the sauna would leave soon, Hannah and Felicia simply stayed in place, their strained bladders screaming for relief. The wooden benches they were laying on were creaking from their squirming motions, both Hannah and Felicia were breathing loudly, but none of them spoke a word. Hannah started to tap her fingers on the wood to annoy Felicia, and Felicia started to hum and whistle to annoy Hannah. The pressure inside them rose to unexplored levels, both mentally and physically. Felicia felt that the eruption was imminent, and Hannah was about to have an outburst as well. At that moment, the sauna door opened itself, and Katy appeared in the door frame. “Hey, here are you girls! Ok, so I NEED to tell you what happened between me and Mark, it was so crazy, I mean,…” Both Hannah and Felicia, preoccupied with their own needs, didn’t hear the words that their friend was saying. Instead, they had the same exact thought. Wait, so if Katy is here, then the bathroom must be… Felicia scrambled herself and her towel together and Hannah immediately followed suit, both passing a puzzled looking Katy. Felicia quickly draped a towel around her and she was first in the hall, but then she suddenly halted, jamming her hands between her legs as a pressure wave overtook her. Hannah was the first one to reach the bathroom door, but when she pulled the knob, it was locked. “Mark is in there, showering. With the dirty things I did to him…” Katy drunkenly bragged about her sexual act with an innuendo, a little agitated that she was clearly ignored by her two friends. Hannah couldn’t take it anymore. She knocked on the door as hard as she could and shouted on the top of her lungs: “Mark, GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I PISS ALL OVER THE FLOOR!” “Wait, so you also need to wee?”, asked Felicia. “What? You too?”, said Hannah. “Then what were you doing in the sauna?” “What were YOU doing in the sauna? Were you going to…” whispered Felicia. “Wait, were you also going to…?”, repeated Hannah. “No… Yes… I mean, not at first, but you stayed there for so long that… Oh Hannah, I need to wee so so bad, I think I can’t hold it any longer, I’m practically going, I don’t know what to do…” Felicia nearly started crying. “Ok, so I was going to piss in the sauna, you were going to piss in the sauna, the bathroom is still occupied,” Hannah thought out loud, “fuck it, I’m going to piss in the sauna!” “Really?”, asked Felicia. “Yeah I mean, I didn’t want to do it at first with you there, because I thought you would find it gross, but now I know that you wanted to do the same…” Hannah marched back towards the sauna cabin, while Felicia hesitated. She knew she couldn’t hold it any longer, but she also wasn’t sure that she would be ready to pee in the sauna with Hannah also there. Part of her hoped that Mark would leave the bathroom any second now, but the shower kept going and going, and Felicia’s full bladder made the choice for her. A large burst of pee escaped, dribbling past her fingers, onto the tiled floor. Felicia fought the next two pain waves, but then she leaked again, and she realized she had no other choice. Taking very small steps, she danced towards the sauna. In the cabin, Hannah was already lying down on the towels and peeing. Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god, it feels so so good! Fuck fuck fuck… ah! She covered her mouth with her hands, in order not to moan out of pleasure, and raised her head to visualize the scene. A thick stream emerged from her, loudly trashing into the towels, and her belly visibly deflated. At that moment, Felicia stumbled in, but Hannah could not care less, in bliss that she was finally having her relief. Felicia herself, however, still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of having a sauna pee in Hannah’s presence, and lingered around in the door opening. She thought about leaving again, but no matter how hard she tried to clamp her muscles shut, another small leak escaped her bladder again. Realizing that she would make a mess in the hall, she shuffled towards the free bench, laid her towel on the bench and planted her buttocks on the fabric. She pressed her fingers even harder between her damp lips in a futile effort to plug the hole. In order to save her dignity, she tried to hold the imminent flood back until Hannah would leave her alone. Trembling, she only half-succeeded. The dam between her bladder and the outside world hadn't failed yet, but the event of breaching had started nonetheless. A small but steady river of pee escaped her pee hole, seeping past her fingers, into the towel. Oh my goodness, come on, come on, I don’t want to wee yet, I just have to hold on for a little longer, please! But no matter how hard she prayed, her tired muscles couldn’t patch the breach, and more and more urine escaped. Feeling disappointed that she couldn’t keep it dry, but also couldn’t enjoy the release either, tears welled up in her eyes. Clouded in her own world, she didn’t even realize that Hannah had finished peeing. Hannah raised herself, her butt bathing in a soaked towel, and immediately noticed that her friend was in a total state of despair. “Just let it go, you will feel so much better!”, she instructed. “I can’t,” Felicia simply stammered, “I can’t, I can’t…” Then, Hannah did something that she normally would never have, but the tears running down her friends face combined with her intoxicated state triggered her. She leaned over towards Felicia, planted her fingertips into the swollen belly of her friend, and started tickling her. At first, Felicia was mortified, but soon the titillating feeling on her body took over her senses, and she started laughing and crying at the same time. “Stop, stop, stop!”, she fruitlessly tried to halt Hannah, her fingertips losing the tight grip over her privates. Her bladder relaxed entirely, and a river of pee bursted past her pee hole. Finally, she was peeing, and enjoying every second of it. “Stop, stop,” she demanded again to Hannah, who did not realize that Felicia was in fact going. Wriggling in place, trying to escape from Hannah’s tickling hands, she no longer had control over the direction of her pee stream that now trashed everywhere. A thick burst landed against the wooden wall of the sauna, and Hannah immediately stopped tickling once she heard the sound of Felicia’s pee hitting the wood. Mission accomplished, she thought, and she watched back in amazement how thick the stream was coming from between her friends legs. Wow, she really had to go! Now that Hannah’s hands were no longer touching her, Felicia relaxed completely and enjoyed the feeling in bliss. Oh my goodness, this is amazing! Oh I needed this wee so bad! Yes yes yes… Wow, I can’t stop going, how much was actually in me? Finally, after a long time, Felicia’s steam died down. Their towels were drenched, and some of Felicia’s wet spurts were all over the floor, but their struggle was finally over. The two girls looked at each other, both smiling. “Ok, so let’s never discuss this again,” said Hannah, breaking the silence. “Never,” Felicia agreed. “What about Katy, though?”. Hannah asked. “What about her?”, Felicia replied. “Look what she made us do! I’d say she deserves payback; a cookie of her own dough,” Hannah smiled mischievously. “I’m listening…”, said Felicia, intrigued. “You know how urgent her morning piss always is, especially after a night of drinking? What if we…” THE END
    3 points
  10. Actually I was just thinking if wether to write another novel. This was my third for here and if others would like I’d happily either write a sequel for this or something entirely new.
    3 points
  11. Finally the first signs of summer were starting to appear. Longer days, sunny weather and weekends that made you want to spend your time outside. Busty had been buried all winter. With work and with school, so when a free weekend finally popped up in her calendar she knew she wanted to spend it outside. With a plan to meet a bunch of her friends by the lake for a lazy Sunday afternoon, she packed a cooler with a few cans of lite, iced-tea and made the two hour drive with the windows down and music blaring. At the lake, Busty spent a few hours chatting, laughing and had soon made her way through the cooler’s entire contents. She had work the next day so insisted she better set off back home to get ready for another big week ahead. She still had a solid drive ahead of her and she scanned the lake’s foreshore for signs of bathrooms. There were none. She was wearing jeans. Not the easiest piece of clothing to deal with when looking to find a discreet tree to pee behind. So she figured she’d stop in somewhere on her drive home, grab some snacks and use the restrooms. She pulled away, and turned up the volume on her go-to country playlist. The dust from the trail coming into the lake had settled across her windscreen, so she hit the wiper wash only to learn that it had run dry. These kinds of things annoyed her, she wasn’t the type to be able to just stare through a dusty windscreen for two hours, so she kept her eyes peeled for a rest stop with water or a car wash. Half an hour passed and she’d driven past maybe a dozen diners but opted to hold a little longer until she could find a gas station. By now she was really feeling the pressure in her bladder and she bounced her legs as she drove with one hand firmly placed against her crotch, her lean legs squeezed tightly around it. She used the music to distract her and, in her seat, she swayed to the music in a rhythmic pee dance. Finally a sign appeared ahead, “Car Wash 1 mile.” Busty felt relieved, she knew she could make it a mile and soon she was exiting the highway. As she pulled into the building, she scanned its exterior. It was a do-it-yourself deal, three car bays and coin slots to pick your car-washing potion with a soap brush and high pressure hose. She pulled into the first wash bay and jumped out of the car. The air was warm. She’d regretted wearing jeans that day because of the heat. With the windows down as she drove, it wasn’t too bothersome but with heat bouncing off the concrete of the carwash she instantly felt hot again. As she got out of the car her desperation intensified. Busty slammed the door trying not to run, but casually power-walk towards the service office and bathrooms. The other two wash bays were empty so she picked it up to a jog. “FUCK. NO!” She yelled aloud as she came to the office only to find a “CLOSED” sign across the window with “Service hours 8am-3pm” scrawled underneath it. It was 4pm at this point and she knocked praying someone might still be inside to give her the bathroom key. No luck. Busty let out an angry groan and walked quickly back to her car. She was about to jump back in and speed back toward the highway to find a bathroom but considered having to make a second stop to wash the car. She had so much to do that night at home to get ready for the week ahead and having to stop again was just going to stress her out so she figured she’d race through the wash quickly, and get back on the road to find a bathroom. What was another five minutes of holding afterall? Fumbling with the machine, Busty slipped in her coins while bouncing from one side to another desperately as she selected the washing brush on the machine’s dial. As soon as the water soap started pouring from the brush and splattering on the ground Busty groaned and whispered “fuck me,” undear her breath. She tried to concentrate on the car. She brushed on the soap quickly, but thoroughly. Water ran down the brush wand and over her hands contributing even more to her desperation. She began scanning for cars again just in case and wondered if she was going to make it to a restroom. She contemplated pulling her jeans and panties down and squatting behind the car so she scanned the wash bays again. “Fuck,” she muttered as she saw the CCTV trained in every direction. The last thing she wanted was to become a viral YouTube video popping a squat behind her car… She got back to the task slopping water and soap onto every inch of the car. Despite her predicament, the water felt nice against her skin, not too cold and cooling from the day’s heat. She leant across the car’s roof to ensure the far side was clean and as she leant against the metal, she felt the cool wetness dampen her white starry shirt. It felt nice. She leant in again repeating the process, some droplets seeping again through her shirt and bra. She peered down and noticed her jeans had also leant against the car and now showed small damp darkened patches in the denim. Unconsciously Busty smiled a little and although she was on the verge of bursting, still found that moment to enjoy the coolness of the damp fabric against her skin. An intense wave of desperation hit her and she continued to brush down the doors, she looked back down at the damp spots on her jeans and chorted a little laugh at the irony that here she was on the verge of pissing her pants, trying desperately to hold on yet the dampness of the car had left a pattern that at first glance, made it look like she’d already peed a little. As she laughed she jolted one hand between her legs as the first dribbles of piss tried to escape. “Fuck,” she yelled as she got back to washing. She was almost certain some pee had escaped and could feel a slight dampness in her panties. Instinctively she checked her jeans to see if there was anything noticeable. She could see a new small wet spot on the denim but it blended in with those created by the wet car. She told herself that someone coming out of a carwash with a few wet spots on their clothes would hardly stand out. With the car now soaped up, Busty changed the dial over to the high-pressure wash. Grabbing the wand and pulling the trigger, a powerful stream of water blasted from its nozzle. Busty gasped as its force pushed her back a little and she regained her footing while throwing her free hand firmly back between her thighs. Busty went about washing down the car, the mist of the hose swirling around the bay sending a small shiver down her body and a wave of goosebumps curling across her skin. She bit down on her bottom lip as her nipples tightened beneath her shirt. “This actually feels nice,” she thought to herself as she proceeded to blast the soap from the car. Her clothes became damper as she washed the car down, the misty air soaked up by the light fabric of her shirt. She revelled in it as she bounced up and down in an attempt to hold her bladder. There was a slight gust of wind and with it, another cool misting fell over Busty. With the wind it felt a little cooler, perhaps even a little cold and instantly she felt another shiver followed by goosebumps and hardening of her nipples. It also sent intense pressure into her bladder which was just screaming at her to release. She shot her hand back between her legs, the fabric warm at her crotch. She scanned once more and a calmness came over her. She stopped bouncing and pulled her hand from her crotch. She felt the warmth return to her skin and her face flush a little. “There’s no one here and I’m already wet,” she pondered. As she concentrated and pondered she unconsciously relaxed – just a touch and as she did, a dribble escaped into her panties. Enough to feel the wetness slowly soak across the fabric against her pussy. She gasped and snapped back to consciousness, but with the cool mist blowing around her and a cool dampness of fabric against her skin she realized this feeling wasn’t a bad one. Wet and warm between her thighs, wet and cool everywhere else. She let a little more go– on purpose this time and with the fabric of her panties already wet, the dribble ran straight into her jeans. “Yes,” she thought. “That felt nice.” And she stopped spraying down the car for a moment to contemplate what to do next. She still had an hour’s drive ahead of her, but, well… she wouldn’t have to stop. She knew she had a blanket in the back she’d back for the lake, she could always sit on that. She stopped and realized what she was considering, “seriously Busty… you’re not going to pee your pants,” she let out a little laugh, pulled the trigger on the hose again and another blast of mist curled into the wind and back toward her. The coolness prickled her skin once again as she shivered and smiled and pulled her hand from her crotch. She relaxed just slightly and her eyes closed right as a small stream poured into her panties. She gasped, it was more than a dribble, she realized she may have invited it to happen and she watched a wet spot grow on the front of her jeans. She let another go thinking maybe it would curb the pressure until she got home. But she wasn’t expecting it to feel nice. With each release, Busty just wanted to release more and then more pulsing small streams into her jeans, and then finally she just didn’t bother cutting the stream off at all relaxing completely into the warm wetness that was now spreading across her panties and front of her jeans, the torrent running across her ass and trickling down the inside of her thighs until they escaped the ankle of her jeans and onto her flip flops. Busty sighed and relaxed as she peed for what felt like minutes into her jeans as the goosebumps returned and nipples hardened with them. As she finished, she felt a sudden pang of embarrassment. Had someone seen? Could the CCTV make out that much detail? Surely not through the spray of the hose? She looked down at the distinct wet pattern of her jeans. “Yep, you look like you just pissed yourself,” she said to herself. Instinctively she thought of the hose and began to even out the wetness on her jeans eventually soaking them completely. That felt nice too. The cool wetness meeting the warm and she suddenly felt an intense tingle in her crotch. She felt desperate now to rub herself through the wetness, but was acutely aware of traffic and cameras so she refrained. She got back in the car, sopping wet and tingling all over. She took a deep breath and started the car back up. As she inched out of the drive, her hand unbuttoned her jeans allowing it beneath the wetness of the fabric for the hour drive home.' -Walt
    3 points
  12. As some of you may know, TV Tropes is a great resource for discovering bathroom scenes in media. Historically, there have been a few tropes that dovetail with this community's interest -- Potty Emergency and Potty Failure being the biggest examples. I noticed yesterday that the trope list is non-exhaustive. In other words, Potty Emergency scenes might be listed for an individual show or movie, but fail to appear in the main trope page. For example, the movie Inside lists the following scene on its page: However, this quote is not found on the main trope page for Potty Failure. To get around this, I wrote a quick program that goes through the page for each movie/TV show, looks for a list of tags (for now I included Potty Emergency, Potty Failure, Nobody Poops, and Bring My Brown Pants) and stores the results in an HTML file. The layout for media types in TV Tropes is not great; there's no main page for movies, instead they're split by genre or by when they came out. As a starter, I scraped the following categories from the broader media page: TV Series 1990 - present Movies 1990 - present Fantasy Films Horror Films Animated Films Anime Manga The results are in the attached HTML file (formatted as such both because it's easier to read than text, and because I can include the links to the individual pages). The goal of sharing this is to introduce people to new scenes in media that they may have missed before. Hopefully this can help people add more content to places like The Pee Movie List. A great place to start would be scenes from more recent movies/television (since PML is pulling largely from historical data), and finding the episodes for some of the television series when the specific episode is not mentioned. Apologies in advance for any errors in the content, as these are user-submitted entries on TV Tropes, but every scene I've looked up so far has existed. I'm happy to share the source code as well if any programmers want to improve upon it; I didn't do it in this post because I'm not sure if it violates the TOS. Finally, the categories above are just a start! If you want me to re-run the code on new categories or with new search terms (it can take any word, not just the tags) I'm happy to do so. results.html
    2 points
  13. Version 1.0.0

    1,987 downloads

    Download the Japanese original for free from Watakarashi on BOOTH ------------------------- Fast-paced sidescrolling action! In this game, you take the role of Alice, who has been attacked by a mysterious bladder-filling monster in the forest! Maneuver through obstacles and collect speed boosts to ensure Alice makes it home dry! Play time: about 15-20 minutes for all three endings The game currently has three endings, although there are two more fully drawn and programmed endings in the game. However, I do not know how to unlock them. I suspect that you might need to clear the game without getting hit, although I have not attempted that yet. If anyone unlocks endings 4 and 5, please let me know how! This game is machine translated and manually localized. KNOWN BUG: Clicking on the "Password" button brings up the password enter screen, but it cannot be exited. Press F5 to relaunch the game instead. ------------------------- Guide for inputting passwords: The game has three passwords that are given to you upon completion of the game. They are in japanese and cannot be inputted on the keyboard, so here are tips for entering them in.
    Free
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  14. I’ve been so busy with work lately I haven’t had much time to update everyone on my holding adventures for the summer of 2022! So as some of you know, I had my first true accidental public wetting about a month or so ago and since then I’ve been holding a lot more! I don’t have anything that really amounts to a full post so I’m going to post what I’ve been up to in this thread regularly. Hopefully you enjoy! -Saturday, May 6th, 2022 It started off like a normal Saturday. An hour in the gym followed by a 40 minute-ish walk and a quiet afternoon reading at the park with my dogs. During the gym I rarely go pee just because I hate going in public. Well I had drank a little bit more than my usual coffee and 32oz water bottle and was really needing to go. I was probably a 6/10 by the time I finished my cool down stretches. My house is only a 5 minute walk from the gym and it was a gorgeous 75 degree day so I had opted to walk anyways. By the time I reached my apartment the pre work will was really hitting and my desperation was growing. I was easily a 7.5/10 now. I made it inside completely dry and only minimal bouncing trying to open the door. I hurriedly walked to the bathroom. It’s like my bladder knew I was home because it started to scream at me! I was wearing light green/teal gym leggings and a loose fitting T shirt. I was in the bathroom and looking at the toilet but I decided I wanted to experiment. I pulled my leggings down and hopped up into the sink and let loose. It felt like heaven letting go finally. I finished after a minute or so and got and pulled my leggings back up while smiling at the sink. “Another bucket list item off my list.” I thought to myself. -Wednesday, May 25th, 2022 It was a slammed day at work. It had been very busy. A 10am conference call that lasted forever long and tons of clients to help in person after. It was so busy that instead of lunch, I opted for a large coffee and water. I didn’t have the chance to go to the bathroom all day and it was now 7pm and felt like I was about to burst. At least a 8/10. Sitting at my desk I keep jiggling my legs and pressing my thighs together every few minutes to help hold. Finally 7:30 came around and we were closing up for the day. I felt like I was literally about to explode as I walked as fast as my heels would let me to the managers bathroom. I got to the door just find it locked. I knocked on it and heard a quick call back “just a second I’m washing my hands!” It was Ashley, my assistant. I’m not usually spiteful but tonight all I could think of is what I’d do if she of all people made me have an accident at work. The door opened not even 15 seconds later and Ashley quickly hurried by me. “Sorry ma’am I’ve been trying to go all day and thought I was going to explode on the last client call.” I halfway heard her and ran past her. I made it just fine without leaking but the relief was so amazing. I came out after a few minutes to find Ashley at my desk. She wanted to explain how sorry she was for using the managers bathroom. I told her “It happens, Ash. Sometimes you just CANT wait any longer. I, of all people, totally understand.” She nodded and walked away. -Saturday, June 4th, 2022 (Some of this story may be a little blurry and exaggerated as I was very drunk for most of it. Sorry haha.) For my birthday this year, all I wanted to do was hit the bars and day drink without a worry in the world. My wife had volunteered to DD for me so where ever I wanted to go we could. I chose a little breakfast shop about 20 minutes away. I also chose to wear a nice float sundress and wedges to tease my wife with. We sat down and ordered a few mimosas which I almost immediately destroyed. After two pitchers, I was getting really tipsy. I told my wife I needed to be to which she responded “How about you wait a minute, we get the check, and you can go at home?” I agreed as I was ready to go anyways. I was probably a 5 or 6/10 now and wasn’t worried about making it home. The 20 minute car ride definitely changed that. I was sitting in the passenger seat constantly adjusting and trying to hide my growing desperation. We pulled in the driveway and I unbuckled as fast as I could. I ran to the door to which I heard my wife yell from the car. “I’m not hurrying because you have to pee!” I moaned quietly and just kept pee dancing by the front door. After what felt like a lifetime, she finally opened the door. I attempted to run past her but felt her grab my dress and pull me back. “You get to keep waiting, it may be your birthday but I want to see you piss yourself waiting outside the bathroom.” I nodded and followed but the two pitchers of mimosas had other plans. A huge spurt escaped not even 10 steps later. I shrieked and doubled over to stop the stream. It worked and my wife didn’t seem to notice so I tried to keep acting as natural as I could. Another spurt. And another. And then the waterfall. And it was gusher too. It sounded like someone had poured a two liter of soda out all at once. My wife turned around and stared in shock as the lake was forming beneath me. “Damn I knew you need to go but DAMN that’s a lot!” “Yeahhhhh, just because I’ve been holding more sober doesn’t mean drunk me can.” I said as I laughed. “Hopefully you enjoyed the show I put on for you.” I said as I blew a kiss to my wife.
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  15. Hi. I'm Zach. I've been a long time lurker on this site for some time now, just figured I'd get more into the community since it's obviously something I'm into and recently upgraded my membership. I certainly enjoy seeing all the awesome works of art creators are putting out there and all of the fanfictions people are writing. Very creative stuff and it's got me thinking of making my own someday when I get more time. I look forward to meeting you all here. I know this is a nice little community from what I've seen and mods seem very kind and fair. I'm into pretty much any form of Omo and pop culture and I'm pretty open so I'm pretty easy to approach and talk to. See you guys out there. 👋
    2 points
  16. I've noticed this in a lot of videos online: Someone will wet themselves and the people around that person will literally start screaming, laughing hysterically, or start asking a lot of invasive questions about it. Now, a lot of times this is in the context of drinking or college parties/spring break, but not always. The reaction just seems so intense? There is not as much of an "ew, that's gross" reaction as there would be with other bodily fluids. I have to wonder if maybe it feels more relatable somehow, or if it's exciting in a taboo way like the way some people like to skinny dip with big groups of friends, or something else. And I mean, for many people here, if we were to witness a wetting, the intensity would be all internal and we'd be trying to discreetly help the other person/make them feel less bad about it. (Oh dang is that gonna make me more obvious? Lol.) Kidding on that front because having an accident when you really don't want to can be embarrassing and I really would wanna help the person. Just curious if anyone had any thoughts on this lol
    2 points
  17. I thought I’d liven up the morning by telling you all about something that happened to me last year in Europe. They have these parties that take place on trolley cars. They call them tram parties. It was a lot of fun, not much in the way of entertainment on the trolley but we made our own so it was all good. There was one thing that was not on the trolley that really should have been, a bathroom. There was plenty of beer, more than anyone could drink, but nowhere to pee. Of course no one even noticed this until we were on it and had been drinking for a little while. After about a half an hour in my friend Casey asked the conductor if there was going to be a bathroom stop. He told us we’d be making one soon, then there would be scheduled stops through the rest of the night. Everyone figured we’d be stopping soon so we all just went back to drinking and enjoying ourselves. Now just a friendly suggestion, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation where someone says you’ll be stopping soon for a bathroom break, don’t believe them, we shouldn’t have. I’m sitting talking with my friend Tony, my legs crossed tightly as I had to pee rather badly, when Casey came over. Her hands were in fists, one at her crotch. She had this look of desperation and fear on her face. “When are we gonna stop?” she asked, almost sounding like she was going to cry. We both said soon. Tony started laughing, “What’s the matter, you have to pee?” “Yea,” she said through clenched teeth, “I’m about to piss my pants.” At this point he pulled her onto his lap and started to tickle her. I was sure she was going to lose it right there. Something he probably expected too, that’s something I wondered about after. But (sorry guys) she didn’t. I guess she didn’t really have to pee as badly as she let on– a lot of people exaggerate. But with how she was acting I was sure she really had to go bad, she just had managed to hold on somehow. Anyway she quickly darted out of his lap, saying, “STOP or I’ll pee all over,” to which Tony just laughed. At this point I got up too, to mingle mostly. Casey and I went over to Andrea, Kristen and Katia, who were all uncharacteristically quiet. We soon found out why. Andrea was cursing the driver for not stopping yet, and Kristen was complaining about how stupid it was to have all this beer and no bathroom. It turned out the reason that this corner of the trolley was so quiet is because it was the ‘desperation corner.’ Casey was bouncing from leg to leg, biting her lip. Andrea was a little more aggressive, she’d be bouncing, then freeze bending over with a grimace on her face, no doubt fighting back a major urge, then she stand back up stamping her feet and would start cursing the driver again. She did this quite a few times. Kristen was just as bad off but she was a little more subdued in her efforts, just having her hand jammed between her legs. Also she had already let some go as evidenced by the dark patch on her crotch that spread to her butt and a little down her leg. Katia on the other hand was in the same boat as me. We both had to pee bad, actually quite bad but we were just taking it in stride because it was nothing new, and we knew we could last a lot longer if we had to. Oh in case you were wondering, this happened in the dead of winter, so no one was wearing a skirt or dress. Everyone was wearing jeans, so there would be no concealing an accident. Just when it seemed like half the trolley was going to start peeing all over (guys were desperate too but this isn’t a site for that) we finally stopped. I started to laugh a little out of sheer disbelief; the “bathroom” stop was actually just a stop near an open field with some trees and a fence. “You’re fucking kidding,” said Andrea. “No fucking way am I going here,” said Casey, but not really meaning it. Kristen just walked right past them saying, “hey you gotta go– you gotta go.” We all followed quickly behind her. Casey shuffled with tiny steps to the hedge we were all eyeing. It was in front of the fence so it offered us the most privacy. Kristen was the first there, running. And at the speed of light had her jeans and panties around her ankles peeing. Casey was next, barely getting her jeans down when she lost control, getting some on the butt of her jeans. Andrea had fallen behind because of another strong urge. Suddenly behind me I heard “fuck, fuck, fuck!” It was Andrea– still trying to hobble to the bushes, her hands buried in her crotch, and she had lost the battle. Pee was soaking her jeans, shoes, and coming out with so much pressure her hands were getting drenched too. She managed to stop it miraculously after peeing for at least 30 seconds, and finished peeing behind the hedges. I then noticed that Katia wasn’t going to pee. “Com on you cant be shy,” I asked. “No, I just wanted to let them go first, I can wait, we’re used to not going all the time here,” she responded. (Katia was from Bulgaria; this wasn’t her real name so I just picked something close.) Now, this is where my brain took a vacation. Being drunk, I’d do just about anything, and when it comes to holding it I tend to get very competitive. Which is strange because I’m not a competitive person, I actually hate people like that. However when it comes to pee, I’m T.O. “Think you can wait till the next stop?” I was already getting excited, hoping she’d say yes, and sure enough she did. “Ya, your gonna wait till then?” she asked me. “I will if you will,” I said as we both smiled at each other. Kristen, Casey, and Andrea emerged from the bushes much relieved. Well Andrea was quite upset, she didn’t want to have everyone making fun of her so we just told everyone that a guy spilled beer on her. Not really too believable, but no one questioned it, mostly because no one wanted to embarrass her. Now a little back–story on Katia and I so you don’t think this was some out of nowhere thing. We had been having sex for a while at that point and we knew just what the other liked. She had a bf but enjoyed women too (lucky for me). Now this next part has nothing to do with the story and if you want to get back to that just jump to the next paragraph. This is a question for the guys mostly. When her bf came to visit her she said that I couldn’t say anything about us being together or he’d get mad. We also had to tell everyone else that knew about us not to say anything. I always thought a guy would kill to have the shot at a threesome and wouldn’t mind if his girlfriend was bi, but this guy didn’t want her with women at all. How weird is that? Or am I wrong about the whole thing, are guys more threatened by that than I think? Anyways back to the story. When we got on the trolley we just play along like we had gone because if we said we hadn’t we would have been hit with a dozen questions as to why not. As soon as I got back on I knew I might have bitten off more than I could chew. My bladder was throbbing terribly, and my sides were just starting to tingle like they did before they started to hurt. Not to mention that there was a constant battle between wanting to sit and stand. If I sat the downward pressure on my bladder wasn’t as bad but when I sat my belt squeezed in on my bladder, making things much worse then they really were. So it was a constant up and down every few minutes. Katia, on the other hand was taking it all in stride, not even looking like she had to pee and still drinking. We made sure we both drank the same amount to keep things fair. Not too long before our second stop I was bouncing in the corner, legs crossed, hands jammed into my pussy as hard as I could. Now I knew how Andrea felt. The constant bumping of the trolley wasn’t helping anything either. Nothing like a sudden bump to make it feel like someone was using your bladder for a trampoline. Even Katia was showing her dire need to go. She wasn’t quite as obvious as me, but I could tell from her increasingly frantic pee dance she had strained herself badly trying not to make her need apparent earlier. Now she was paying the price. You might think that two girls in the corner of a trolley desperate to pee would garner some attention, but not on this trolley. Everyone else was in pretty much the same state since they had already “broken the seal.” Luckily for everyone the second stop was much sooner than the first one had been. Once the trolley doors opened it was like someone opened the doors to the crazy house. Everyone went running for the trees and bushes (trees were the men’s room, bushes were the ladies’ room, I know it sounds weird but that’s just how it worked out). And in case your wondering about the girls from before, Andrea didn’t drink much the rest of the night, being cold and wet kinda puts a damper on the night. I didn’t see much of the others during the night because Katia and I were focused on each other. Anyways, we made a dash (more of a bent over shuffle) to the dark corner by a big brick building. There wasn’t much cover here but we didn’t care. Just before we were about to rip down our jeans I asked, “wanna wait till the next stop?” Katia gave me this “are you nuts” look. “Just kidding I’m like 2 seconds from soaking myself,” I reassured her. “I already did a little,” Katia said as she showed me the noticeable wet spot on her crotch. “HaHa I win,” I gloated. Katia responded by tickling me. I swear I lost control on the first laugh, and I had no hope of stopping the tidal force of pee that was gushing through my jeans because Katia kept it up. Even when I fell on my side she fell on top of me, continuing her tickling. I responded as best I could trying to tickle her as well, but I didn’t need to. She had already started wetting herself from the effort of tickling me. So there we were– two laughing, drunken, sopping wet idiots rolling around on the ground. The only thing that snapped us out of it was when we heard people yelling to us that the trolley was leaving. So we dashed onto it, dripping and squishing all the way. When asked what happened we just responded that someone spilled beer on us, which drew quite a bit of laughter. But we didn’t care that people saw, it’s amazing what you can do around people that you are never going to see again. Our biggest problem now was that we were going to get cold quickly. Hope you all enjoyed this. Sorry if it seemed a little disjointed. I had started this almost a month ago but with the holidays there were big gaps of time between being able to add to it. One other thing, I really appreciate all the “fan mail” I’ve gotten. If I haven’t responded to you I’m sorry, a good portion of my real mail gets lost in all the junk mail I get. I’m going to set up a new email after the holidays. P.S. Keep an eye out for Part 2– How We Kept Warm
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  18. arknights

    It's after coming back form a long mission that the real battle starts
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  19. It had been a while since Busty had been out on a date, the pandemic, work and general business of life had been taking over and she was bursting with excitement just to be out again. The weather was nice and balmy and she had a long few hours at the baseball ahead of her so she dressed accordingly in her favorite blue dress, black heels and pink panties. This was to be her fourth date with Rip. They’d met in a bar one night while Busty was on a girls night out. She was so busy with work however, that she’d not seen as much of Rip as she’d have liked, but the two had exchanged text messages regularly since. In the recent weeks, the texts had become more and more flirty and she was both nervous and excited to see where today led. So much so that she pulled out a slightly larger handbag than she’d normally use and packed in a change of clothes on the odd chance she’d find herself back at Rip’s for the night. With that and a rush of butterflies, she headed out the door to meet her Uber. She met Rip outside Globe Life Stadium and they exchanged somewhat awkward greetings. Busty knew then that what she really needed right now was a drink to ease her nerves. They made their way into the stadium, grabbed their tickets and headed straight for the drinks counter. “What are you having?” Rip asked. “I’m easy, whatever you’re having?” she replied. Rip chose a local IPA and got them two each. “Read my mind,” Busty laughed. They grabbed their drinks and made their way to their seats behind left field. Despite the amazing and balmy afternoon weather, the stadium wasn’t that crowded. They chatted and sipped on their beers and as they did the conversation flowed more and more freely. By the time the Rangers took the mound for the first pitch, Busty’s nerves had disappeared and she was already starting to feel the buzz of that first IPA. By the end of the first innings, the second drink was gone and Busty began to feel an aching in her bladder and began to sway her legs from side to side. “Want another couple?” she asked Rip. He offered to go with her to the bar. “That’s ok, I have to go to the ladies anyway,” she quipped. “Already? He joked. “Surely you can hold it longer than that,” he added. “Strategy,” she laughed back. “The line up will be huge later.” Busty her made her way up the stairs and into the hub of the stadium following the signs to the bathrooms. She sighed as she spotted the line for the ladies. It was already five or six deep so she took her place at the end of the queue. Rocking back and forth on her heels she pondered the night ahead as she tried to keep her mind off her growing desperation. Before she knew it, a stall was free and at that moment she realized how desperate she actually was and frantically pulled her panties down while simultaneously letting go a powerful stream into the small toilet bowl. After freshening up at the basin, she made her way out and past the growing line of women, now around 10 deep who were waiting and rocking back and forth, and she became a little worried about her next trip to the bathroom. At the bar she repeated the same order, four IPA’s and then made her way back to their seats with tray in hand. “So you made it ok then?” Rip asked jokingly. “Only just, that line is already crazy, I probably shouldn’t even drink these, it’s only going to get worse,” she laughed as she sat back down. She caught Rip’s eyes admiring her toned and summery-tanned legs and she felt a smile split across her face as he did. “You can’t watch the Rangers without a beer in your hand,” he joked. “I actually think there is a law against it,” he added. “Well there’s probably also a law against peeing in the outfield too, so they might have to pick which one I go to jail for,” she joked back. As she did, a pang of nerves hit her. “Pee jokes on a date?” good one Busty, he’ll LOVE that... She thought to herself sarcastically. Before she could think of anything to say to change the subject, Rip quipped back. “There’s no one out here, you’ve got a better shot if you just drink the beer and pee out here. That’s my professional opinion anyway.” They laughed and Busty felt the pang go away. He had a similar sense of humor and she settled in with her drink. She sipped slower this time, cautious of her need to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t long until she could feel pressure again after the first two beers and she didn’t want to spend this whole date in the bathroom. Rip had already finished his third and was half way through his fourth when he said, “you better catch up or those will go warm.” She smiled and took a few large gulps. She felt happy, relaxed in her buzz and didn’t want to let the bathroom situation ruin the afternoon. She caught up quickly and the pressure mounted. Before she knew it, she was swaying again. “Another couple?” Rip asked. “I can get them, I, ah… have to go again,” she replied. They decided to head out together and they both headed to the bathrooms. In the time it took for Rip to go, Busty had only moved up a couple of places in the line. He grabbed their drinks and she was still waiting in the line, trying to play it cool like she wasn’t on the verge of peeing herself right then and there. “See, I told you, you should have taken advantage of the outfield, no one around. You wouldn't have to put yourself through this,” Rip said. “I’m sure that would work out great, scare off my date and never see him again,” she quipped back. “No way,” he responded. “It’s, uhmm actually kinda hot.” Rip’s face went a little red just as he tried to laugh the comment off as a joke. She smiled reassuringly at him and said “good to know,” touching his arm flirtingly as she did. Busty made it to the front of the queue and again stormed into the stall tugging roughly at her pink panties and only just getting them down before her bladder decided it could hold no more and released a powerful stream. -Walt
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  20. Not cool. Thanks to Rune for the art

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  21. Guard

    (This one was originally written for the May writing contest...) *** Bryce took Kenneth to see Elizabeth, to learn if she or the other medics could help make it a little easier for him to pee. Kenneth was excited, but also worried. He didn’t like talking about his… Problem. Bryce did all the talking for him, though. He described— a little TOO proudly for Kenneth’s liking— how he’d figured out that all of the issues Kenneth had been struggling with— his shy bladder, his anger, his nightmares— were coming from something being wrong inside of his head. “Because all this bad stuff happened to him when he was a kid, I think it made him sick. But, just in his brain. So, if you give him whatever medicine fixes that, he shouldn’t have these problems anymore, right?” Elizabeth didn’t answer at first. She’d already suspected Kenneth’s bladder issue didn’t have a physical cause, and she knew that things like nightmares and anger came from inside the brain— Everyone knew that. Bryce was completely correct in guessing that Kenneth’s problems all came from in his mind, but his assumption that a ‘medicine’ existed to fix it… Elizabeth knew that there were certain… facilities where people went when they had a problem inside their brain. They were usually sent there against their will, too. And with good reason. Elizabeth didn’t think anything that was done inside of those places deserved to be called ‘treatment.’ When Elizabeth was younger, one of her neighbors had been sent to such a facility by his family. He’d returned eventually, completely changed… But definitely not ‘better’. The next time she saw him, he’d had a scar on his head, and he was a husk of a person, bleary eyed and listless. When she’d asked what had happened, he mumbled vaguely about electric shocks. She never saw that neighbor again. “Bryce,” Elizabeth said. “There are… facilities for people with issues inside their brains, but—“ “So, I just have to take Kenneth there?” “No,” Elizabeth said firmly. “No, no. You definitely shouldn’t. What happens in those places… Kenneth won’t come back from there.” “What?” Kenneth asked. “Do they keep people there forever?” Elizabeth shook her head. “They… Come back out eventually, just… Okay, at these facilities, the main things they would do to you would be strapping you down and electrocuting you, possibly they will also perform an operation on you that removes a part of your brain.” Kenneth went silent. He had no idea how any of that was supposed to work. He was trying to FORGET about being hurt, how would hurting him AGAIN help? Bryce stared at Elizabeth, trying to make sense of it as well. When he remembered the mind-wiping thing that occurred in some of the science-fiction books he’d read, he assumed that maybe the real-life equivalent worked out better than the fictional version did. “O—Oh, so they… Take out whatever bits of his brain still remember his Father, and then he’s better?” “I’m sure that’s what they’ll SAY they’ll do,” Elizabeth said. “And, they may even BELIEVE that is what they are doing, but… I saw a man come back from that, and I promise he was NOT better at all. His problems hadn’t gone away, they’d gotten even worse.” Kenneth slumped in his chair. When Bryce had told him the medics might have had a way to fix him, he’d gotten his hopes up way too high. Now, his hope had been knocked back down hard against the Earth. “S—So I’m just… Stuck, then? I’ll always have this… thing wrong with me?” Elizabeth was at a loss. She could bandage wounds and treat broken bones with ease… She had no idea what to do for an aching mind. She couldn’t go inside Kenneth’s head and rub some magical ointment that would chase away all the hurt there. She couldn’t do anything for him, and the only places that CLAIMED to be able to heal his pain would instead just embolden it. “I…” Elizabeth frowned. She badly WANTED to help Kenneth, it made her feel pretty broken herself that she didn’t know how. “You do at least have ways you can manage this, don’t you?” Kenneth supposed he did, he could get Dwight to help him pee, he could have Dwight hold him after a nightmare, he could punch a wall when he was angry so that nobody got hurt… But, those things didn’t always work, and they certainly didn’t get RID of his problems. ‘Managing his problems’ was not the same thing as ‘getting rid of them forever so he never, ever had to deal with them ever again for as long as he lived’. He sighed and got to his feet, forgetting that Elizabeth was still waiting on him for an answer. He should have never let himself believe that a cure actually existed. He should have never let himself think that his troubles would be over if he simply asked the right person. “Kenneth, dear?” Elizabeth said. “Are you okay?” “It’s… Always going to be this way?” Kenneth asked. “I’m just stuck? I’m always going to lash out, and have nightmares, and never be able to… to just ‘go’?” Elizabeth felt so awful. Normally, she could FIX things! Normally, she knew just what to do to solve a problem! “Um… Okay. So, the other week, when you accidentally got locked in the cell and couldn’t… ‘go’ for so long. Um… What were you feeling?” “Pain,” Kenneth listed. “Agony. Sufferi—“ “I— I don’t mean physically, I mean inside,” Elizabeth said. “It really sounds like your issue is heavily tied to your emotions.” “It is,” Kenneth nodded. “I’ve known that for a while. It gets worse if I’m stressed or scared. Usually I feel that way because there are people near me, but other times it comes from something else.” “That’s what I thought…” Elizabeth said. The problem seemed simple now; Kenneth just couldn’t go when he was stressed. His anger and nightmares both seemed to be tied to nerves as well. And, it made perfect sense that he felt under pressure. His childhood and adolescence had been— to put it very mildly— stressful. And he’d gone straight into training after he came of age, no breaks there. And now, he only got days off very rarely. Kenneth had never had the opportunity to truly relax even once in his entire life. He’d spent practically his entire existence in fight-or-flight mode, always looking out for danger. The answer to Kenneth’s problems were perfectly clear now; All that he needed was a whole lot of rest and tranquility, and then everything would be fixed. 
Now… How to loosen him up? Whenever Elizabeth got a day off, she always went to the same place; the bathhouse. Getting a massage or resting in the sauna for a while always calmed her nerves enough that, upon returning to work, she was always able to keep a cool head. Maybe it would help Kenneth, too? “Kenneth, do you think visiting the bathhouse would help you with your stress?” Kenneth thought about it. His last trip there definitely HAD helped him a lot; He’d managed to relieve himself there without Dwight being beside him to soothe him into doing it, and the massage he’d gotten afterwards had made him feel a whole lot better as well. “Yes, I think so,” he said, but he wasn’t sure what Elizabeth intended to do there, and there was one thing he knew WOULDN’T help him relax. “Just… Not in the actual bathing areas. I don’t want to… Not in front of strangers, you know?” “That’s fine,” Elizabeth said. “I was thinking we could just get massages, or spend time in the sauna. They will give you a robe to put on in while you’re in there.” “Oh, that’s alright then,” Kenneth nodded, although he thought that even a robe would feel a little strange to him. He was so used to only being seen by other people while in his uniform— It was to the point that a lot of people couldn’t even picture him without it. “Great,” Elizabeth said. “We can go this weekend; Oh, and make sure you drink plenty of water beforehand. Trust me. If you don’t, the steam will just make you feel very thirsty instead of helping you relax.” *** Saturday morning, before he left, Kenneth heeded Elizabeth’s warnings and made sure to drink as much water as he could manage. Ordinarily, if he was thirsty and had to swallow down a lot of water prior to going out, he would find himself filled with dread as he thought about how all that liquid would soon be stretching out a bladder that he was unable to empty. But, he’d peed successfully at the bathhouse before, he was confident that if he had an emergency today, the warm, loud spray of one of the showers would work its magic just as it had the last time. At the bathhouse, Elizabeth and Kenneth were informed upfront about a minor inconvenience; There was a problem with the septic tank, and the toilets were out of order until it was rectified… This likely explained why there didn’t seem to be many people here today. Kenneth wasn’t bothered by the situation, he’d had no intention of relieving his bladder into one of the toilets today anyway. But, then the employee continued, explaining that the restrooms were both in need of a thorough cleaning, so he wouldn’t be able to get to the shower stalls in there, either. Elizabeth turned to Kenneth, unsure if they should stay. She thought about asking him, but felt silly about it. She was under no illusion that one quick session in a sauna would calm Kenneth down so much that he’d suddenly be fully capable of urinating into a public toilet. The facilities being out of order wasn’t taking anything away from Kenneth that he hadn’t already lost to start with. She directed her gaze back to the employee. “That’s alright,” she said. “We just wanted to spend some time in the sauna. So long as that’s still available, we’re fine.” The employee nodded her head, “It is, don’t worry.” She began to lead them down the hallway and directed them into a wood-paneled room lined with dressing hooks that housed thin, white robes. “First, get changed. Take everything off and put on the robes,” the employee said. Kenneth finally started to feel a bit of apprehension. He hadn’t thought… Well, he’d assumed that these things would be segregated by gender. He knew the actual bathing rooms all were… He felt weird enough when he had to change his clothes around other men! And what if he accidentally made Elizabeth uncomfortable? “Kenneth, it’s alright,” Elizabeth said, stepping inside. “I’ll face the other way, or we can just take turns if that makes you feel better.” “O—Okay…” Kenneth nodded, following her. “A—As long as you don’t look…” He faced away from her and, with trembling hands, started to unbutton his uniform. Taking clothes off anywhere other than inside the safety of his room NEVER felt right. He’d needed to do it plenty of times before of course, but it hadn’t gotten any easier. When he got rid of his shirt, kicked off his boots and peeled away his socks, he cringed as he realized what needed to happen next. He pulled his pants down quickly and felt more exposed than he ever had in his life, standing in an unfamiliar place wearing nothing but his boxers, and… ‘Oh God, she said EVERYTHING, didn’t she?’ He gripped the waistband of his underpants, trying to force himself to remove them. ‘Elizabeth’s not going to look… And she’s a doctor! She’s seen… People naked before, it probably doesn’t even phase her…’ Squeezing his eyes shut, he yanked his boxers down and stepped out of them, hand immediately going to cover his groin area even though he was facing AWAY from Elizabeth. Hurriedly, he grabbed one of the robes and put it on, tying the sash tightly. He still felt like he was naked, raw and exposed, but better than he had a moment before. For Elizabeth, getting undressed was nowhere near as troubling. She had struggled with it her first few times coming here, and she’d never gone into the changing room alongside a man until now. Normally, the groups going into the sauna were larger, and so it was easy to divide up into groups of men and women before changing. But, today it was just her and Kenneth… She didn’t feel AS unnerved taking her clothes off with him in the room as she’d thought she would. She knew Kenneth was no doubt lost in his own little world of self-conscious, embarrassed panic right now, it wasn’t even crossing his mind to look at her. She wasn’t even sure if her parts were of any interest to him to begin with. She put the robe on, and asked Kenneth if he was ready for her to turn around. When he mumbled out a ‘yes’, she did. Elizabeth had never seen Kenneth out of uniform. Even when he was injured and staying in the medical building, he insisted on leaving as much of it on as he could; When he’d injured his leg months ago, he’d remained in his uniform, only allowing her to roll up the leg of his pants to attend to his wound. She thought she knew why he was so attached to it now; Without it, he looked astoundingly vulnerable. Without his cap, his face looked rounder, his big, shimmering eyes were more pronounced. Without his boots, and the small bit of extra height they provided, he looked tinier than ever. Without the padding in the shirt, his shoulders appeared narrower, his arms even thinner. It was no wonder Kenneth wore his uniform even when he wasn’t required to do so, he NEEDED the sense of authority it afforded him, the way it concealed how small he really was. Kenneth was holding onto both sides of the robe, trying to make sure it was covering him up alright. “Kenneth… Are you okay? If this is making you too anxious, we can—“ “I— I think I’ll feel better once we actually start,” Kenneth said. So, that was what they did, they entered the main room of the sauna, more wood finishing, and some places to sit down and rest. Kenneth took his place, and Elizabeth sat a small distance away from him. She wanted to talk to him, to ask him how he was feeling… She’d never noticed how fragile he was before, seeing him out of uniform made Elizabeth want to hold him and promise to never let bad things happen to him. Steam was flowing all around them, and Kenneth was already sweating up a storm. He thought Elizabeth was right to tell him to guzzle water before coming here— And that he probably didn’t even have to worry about needing to pee before this was over. He was bound to sweat out all of his water before it even considered flushing into his bladder. What he wasn’t sure of was… Well, how in the world was THIS supposed to be relaxing?! So far, he was just absurdly uncomfortably. He felt vulnerable, naked and like his skin was going to melt off. People did this to calm down and feel GOOD?! “Elizabeth…?” Kenneth asked. “Yes?” “Um… How is this relaxing? It’s… I feel like I’m standing on the sun.” Elizabeth laughed, “You have to get used to it… And I think they just put water onto the rocks recently, which makes it steam up more and feel warmer.” She stood. Beside the pit where the rocks were being heated were several large, unopened bottles of water. Mainly, they were for pouring onto the rocks, but they could be consumed as well. She grabbed two of them and returned to the benches. She gave one of the bottles to Kenneth. “If it’s too hot for you right now, you can—“ Kenneth had already torn the bottle open and begun to chug it. He hadn’t been so eager for a drink of a water since the horrible dehydration punishments his Father had subjected him to. He drank so fast that he nearly choked, and once the bottle was empty he could feel all that liquid sloshing around inside him. “God… That’s better…” Elizabeth smiled. She just seemed to have suddenly developed an innate NEED to take care of Kenneth right now. Those big eyes, his tiny, trembling body… “Want more?” “Yes, please…” Elizabeth gave him the second bottle, which he finished just as quickly, before remarking that NOW the temperature in the room actually felt nice. Elizabeth nodded, deciding she should probably drink some water as well, beginning to drink it down slowly. Elizabeth hadn’t wanted to say anything earlier, but the toilets here being out of order had been a much bigger disappointment to her than she’d let on. She too had consumed an awful lot of liquid before coming here, just as she did every other time. And, every other time, she’d usually visit the restroom BEFORE entering the sauna because a lot of the water would have already made it to her bladder by the time she arrived and she didn’t want to get herself desperate while inside of it. There had been a tiny bit of pressure in there when she and Kenneth arrived, but not enough to cause alarm. Now though, that pressure had been steadily increasing for quite a while, and she was already worrying about where she’d be able to release any of it. She hadn’t meant to finish the whole water bottle, but dehydration was such a serious concern when visiting a sauna, and she knew better than to NOT listen to her body when it told her it was thirsty in here. So, before long, she’d put at least one more liter of fluid into herself, and her knee had begun to bounce. For several minutes, Kenneth came to understand why people found saunas relaxing. His skin felt… Weirdly tingly, but in a good way. Kind of like being lightly tickled with a feather. And, the peace and quiet was good too. He’d had a lot on his mind, and very little time to actually think anything through very much lately. Such as his fears about his and Dwight’s relationship being found out. Dwight had said he didn’t think Bryce would care too much, but could that really be true? Bryce was so big on following rules, on having everything be a certain way… But… Sometimes Bryce did break rules, didn’t he? He let Kenneth have the day off the day Dwight had gotten injured and Kenneth was so anxious that he couldn’t work. Bryce wasn’t supposed to let his subordinates skip their duties no matter what was happening. And, there was the time Bryce had simply made up the results for Kenneth’s fitness exam after realizing Kenneth had to pee too badly to complete the exercises properly. Forging something like that was UTTERLY against the rules! So, there WERE times when Bryce was okay with a rule being broken, if he thought there was a good reason for it. Would he think ‘But, Dwight and I love each other!’ was a good reason to break a rule? Maybe he— Kenneth’s thoughts were interrupted, as well as the pleasant state of relaxation he’d managed to get himself into, when a harsh thud in his bladder and a sharp tug at his urethral opening brought him back to reality. There was an INTENSE pressure inside his midsection, the sort of thing he usually felt right around the time of his mid-day break, when his afternoon visit to the toilet was a few minutes away and he was bouncing on his heels with eager anticipation for it. When the Hell had THAT happened?! He hadn’t even noticed the urge building up, just one second he was calm and lost in his thoughts, the next he was clenching his thighs and telling himself to hold it! Where… Where was he going to pee?! He didn’t think he could hold it all the way back to his barrack, not with how bad his need already was! The shower he’d let himself gush into the last time he’d been here wasn’t available! There was that store he, Dwight and Bryce had found recently, with those nice, super private toilet stalls… But that was on the other side of town! A very, VERY long walk for someone carrying an uncomfortably full bladder. He didn’t even know how long he was going to be staying here, how long his bladder would CONTINUE filling. By the time he left, there was a decent chance that it would go from ‘uncomfortable’ to ‘agonizing’, and reaching that store would be a test of strength and endurance. ‘Don’t think about it,’ he told himself. ‘Just don’t think about it. Pretend you don’t need to pee…’ He began to rock subtly from side to side, trying to push the urge rippling through his abdomen out of his mind. Elizabeth was having similar thoughts. In the few minutes since she’d first noticed her need beginning to grow, it had skyrocketed to the point she felt like her midsection was stretching out. She wasn’t going to make it all the way back without letting go. Even now, she was wriggling in her seat, fanning her legs in and out rapidly as she did her best not to think about toilets and about how good it would feel to use one. If she tried to walk all way back with all this liquid aching to break free, there was a decent chance that she’d… That she’d ‘go’ on herself. With Kenneth right beside her! That was completely unacceptable, she hadn’t had an accident since she was eight. No way would she risk another NOW, especially not with a witness! Okay, the toilets here didn’t work. She could find somewhere else in town, couldn’t she? But, that would take a while. Going from place to place, asking if they had a bathroom she could use without paying them anything. If she were on her own, she didn’t think that would be a huge deal, but she’d just watched Kenneth chug a TON of water. He was going to NEED to let that out soon and, as she understood it, he was going to have to get back to his barrack in order to do that. Following Elizabeth around while SHE looked for a working toilet would add to the length of time he’d have to wait, and… And, she just… Kenneth was suddenly devastatingly precious to her, she didn’t want to do anything that made him feel pain. She needed some way to go HERE, quickly and easily. She needed… In the center of the room was a large drain. No, that was so disgusting— But, if she went DIRECTLY into the drain, didn’t get any on the ground surrounding it… That wouldn’t be SO bad, would it? Elizabeth sighed. Was she really considering this!? She wasn’t THAT desperate, was she? She just needed to think of something else! Thinking about something else hadn’t worked out so well for Kenneth. He’d tried imagining the beach, as he often did when anxious, but then he was bombarded by fantasies of running into the ocean and letting go of his bladder once he was nice and concealed. He tried thinking about Dwight, but most of the memories he ran through involved Dwight helping him take amazingly nice pees. No matter what he thought about, it always came back to pee. Even looking around the sauna for a distraction only provided him with ideas related to pissing. Like, that drain in the middle of the room. Its whole purpose was to get rid of excess water caused by all the steam. Surely it could handle HIS ‘excess water’ too, right? Wait, that was actually a good idea! The door to this room could be locked, and there weren’t any windows anywhere. It was private, no one would know if Kenneth relieved himself in here. He’d be extra careful to get it ALL into the drain, and not on the ground— Not that he thought anyone would be able tell the difference between his pee and a puddle of water unless they stuck their nose into it for some reason. Yeah. He could pee into the drain, get rid of this awful burden that was making him cross his legs and knead his hands into his robe agitatedly. Just… Just as soon as Elizabeth left, of course. No way in Hell could he empty his bladder with HER here. Elizabeth hadn’t been able to distract herself. Thinking about work led her to recall how desperate she got whenever she was too busy for a break. As well as all the times she’d helped injured folks relieve their bladders. To her surprise, she found herself thinking about Bryce a whole lot. The guy was so silly with his pompous attitude and his insistence on being ‘proper’ around her. Remembering funny things Bryce had said or done in her presence actually worked for a bit, but then she recalled the time he’d been so exhausted and out of his mind with desperation that he’d accidentally peed out an immense, rushing stream before she’d managed to leave him alone in the restroom. This was immediately followed by the memory of the day they’d gotten locked in the supply room together, and how Bryce had made her that nice funnel device so she could aim her stream and pee standing up like a man could. She’d actually used it quite a few more times since then. It had helped her out at work, providing her a much faster way to relieve herself when she was really busy. Sometimes when she went into town, she’d need to pee and discover that the nearest public toilet was absolutely revolting and not something she would ever want to make physical contact with. Before, such a situation would necessitate her finding somewhere else to pee, but now that she could just stand, it wasn’t a problem at all. She still sat down to go most of the time, but the device was always inside her pocket, just in case she needed it. She wished she HADN’T left it in her pocket today, because now it was sitting on the hook in the changing room. If she’d brought it in here with her, she’d have a much easier time aiming the entirety of her stream down the drain… Jeez, she was REALLY considering that, wasn’t she? With a wriggle in her hips and a harsh thrumming pulse from within, she realized that peeing in the drain really was her best option here. No way was she going to make it the long walk back, and the last thing she wanted to do was have an accident in front of Kenneth. Not that ‘squatting down and peeing into a drain in front of Kenneth’ was something she particularly wanted to do, either. He was probably almost done in here, anyway. When Kenneth got up to leave, she’d tell him she just wanted to stay a few minutes longer, and then she could go. Easy. Except, it wasn’t. Kenneth had begun to fidget and grow restless, a sign that he had become bored of this activity, yet he still was making no move to leave. Elizabeth watched as he tapped his feet, turned about in his seat from side to side and tipped his head back, but he never stood up. All the while, Elizabeth’s bladder continued to fill up. She seemed to be losing fluid through her pores just as quickly as it was being dumped into her bladder. The worst part was that her nonstop sweating was making her thirsty again. She fought it for as long as she could, her bladder throbbing and protesting that she absolutely SHOULDN’T drink any more water until she’d dealt with what she’d already finished, but soon enough the sand-paper feeling in her throat became too much. She knew how dangerous dehydration was, and she knew how easy it was to get that way in an environment like this. She stood, her bladder immediately cramping in on itself at the change in position. She’d been desperate plenty of times in her life, and for whatever reason it always seemed to be worse while standing up. Probably because when she was seated, she could grind herself against whatever she was resting on. When she stood up, all she could do was clench her thighs and try not to draw her legs too far apart from one another with each step. Even with tiny paces across the room to where the water was placed, Elizabeth’s bladder shrieked every time it was bounced. Her urethra was burning, felt like a sharp object was being twisted around inside of it. When she reached the water, she grabbed two bottles and made her way back to her seat. She handed one of the waters to Kenneth, then opened her own. Cringing at what she was about to do, she started to pour the liquid down her throat. Most of her body rewarded her as the dry, tight feeling in her tongue faded away. But, her bladder punished her, pulsing in time with each swallow and prompting her to bounce up and down a little where she sat. She had studied how the body worked extensively, she knew full well that there was no way the water could have gone from her mouth to her bladder in a matter of seconds, but it sure FELT like it was! Kenneth eyed the water bottle Elizabeth had given him. It was huge! He couldn’t believe he’d already had two of these things so far! It was no wonder he’d already reached a level of need that was requiring him to cross his legs extra tightly. His opening stung, every few seconds he’d be hit with a harsh pressure right at his tip, and his thighs would tense up more in a futile attempt to quell it. No matter how hard he tried, his vision was always drawn back to the drain in the floor. It no longer looked like a drain to him, it looked like a toilet. A perfectly good toilet that he was just DYING to use! His hopes had risen up when Elizabeth had stood, he’d thought for sure that she was about to leave. Instead, though, she’d just gone and gotten more water— Indicating that she intended to be in here for quite a while longer— AND she’d brought him some too. And, of course, Kenneth felt thirsty. Nerve-wrackingly thirsty. He knew he was losing fluid rapidly from all his sweating— And it honestly made him kind of angry that his nonstop perspiring didn’t seem to be diverting much fluid away from his bladder— He knew he needed to drink something or else he was going to end up in a bad spot. Kenneth opened the bottle and started to drink. He tried to pace himself a bit more than he’d done with the first two, but before he knew it he’d swallowed every last drop of it; All of it now flowing through his body. As he continually adjusted his position in a desperate attempt to find one that didn’t make it feel like his pee was about to be pumped right out of him, he could hear the way the water sloshed around inside of him. He could feel it, too. So much liquid… So much that he needed to release, and so much that was about to be added to it! ‘Don’t think about it,’ Kenneth begged himself. ‘Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it…’ His eyes kept darting over to the drain, and he found himself daydreaming about how great it was going to feel to USE it. One advantage of only wearing a robe instead of his complicated uniform was that he wouldn’t have any buttons or zippers to fumble apart before relieving himself. He’d only need to loosen the belt a bit, part the material slightly, and he’d be good to go in just a second or two. Or, he would be if Elizabeth would just leave and give him some privacy! Kenneth knew he shouldn’t feel frustrated with Elizabeth, but he did anyway. He hated himself for the uncontrollable feelings of irritation. Elizabeth didn’t know that he needed to pee, nor did she know he was intending to do it into the drain, so there was no way she was keeping him from his relief on purpose. She just didn’t realize how much he needed for her to leave! But… God did he need her to! A particularly sharp pang from within, followed by a twitching, warm spasm down his length, made him reach to grab himself. He discovered another good thing about the robe, as he was able to get a very tight grip on his dick right away. In his uniform, he sometimes struggled to clutch himself as firmly as he needed to through all the stiff layers. Now though, he held himself, thumb and index finger squeezing his opening closed tightly. He shut his eyes, blocking out the taunting sight of the drain, and tried to focus all his energy on clamping himself shut, on how much better he felt now that his hand was giving his bladder some support. Elizabeth was going red in the face and gnashing her teeth together. Her need for relief seemed to have doubled since she’d forced herself to drink that bottle of water. Despite all of her knowledge and common sense telling her it wasn’t possible, it genuinely felt like every drop of that water had materialized inside her bladder the minute she’d swallowed it. She clenched her thigh muscles with all her might, and many times had to stop herself as her hands ached to press between her legs. She knew this was getting dangerous. Not only was she starting to fear she may have an accident, she also knew how terribly unhealthy it was to hold back immense quantities of urine for as long as she had. She just wished Kenneth would leave! He was still fidgeting, and wiping sweat off his brow every few seconds. Clearly he was getting bored of this, and the heat had ceased to be pleasant to him. She couldn’t understand why he was still in here! Elizabeth also realized that there WAS an easy solution to her predicament; She could simply ASK Kenneth to step out for a minute. She didn’t even have to say that it was because she wanted to pee in the drain. She could claim she liked the way it felt to use a sauna naked and she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. She could say she’d forgotten something important in the dressing room and ask him to get it for her. But, the first felt just as awkward to say out loud as “I need to pee NOW and have no choice but to go in the drain!” did. And as for the second, she had no way to guarantee Kenneth wouldn’t come back into the sauna before she’d finished relieving herself. No. If she ended up having to tell Kenneth to get out, she was going to have to tell him the real reason. She winced, uncrossing her legs to hastily cross them back in the other direction, hoping they would act as a dam between the roaring flood within her bladder and the hole that it was trying like mad to pour out of. She wanted to tell him. She really did! Normally, Elizabeth didn’t have that much trouble saying she had to take a bathroom break— Even to a man— Everyone peed, it was just a fact of life. No reason to get worked up over it. But, this felt different. The only reason it felt different was the fact she was planning to let her bladder’s contents flow into an inappropriate spot. She didn’t mind planting the idea of her peeing in a toilet into people’s brains, but causing someone to picture her doing it down a drain in the floor? That DID make the hairs on her arms raise up a bit. She tried to tell herself that it STILL wasn’t such a big deal. Kenneth was with Dwight practically every moment of his life, and Elizabeth knew Dwight peed in odd places all of the time if a toilet wasn’t available. She’d heard about, or seen, Dwight relieving himself into vases or barrels lots of times. And Kenneth always seemed to just accept it as a thing Dwight did sometimes. So, Kenneth didn’t MIND if someone peed in a weird spot, he wouldn’t complain about it. All Elizabeth had to do was tell him to go outside for a few minutes, and then nothing would be standing between her and an empty bladder, aside from needing to get the robe out of the way of her stream. But, as hard as she tried, she just could not manage to draw the words out of her lips. Kenneth was cursing himself for finishing that water. He was sure his bladder must have been swollen by now, full enough to cause a firm, round protrusion in his lower body. He didn’t part the robe to check, though. His hands were both too busy for that, one of them pinning his aching length against his thigh, and the other trying to dab away at the sweat that was running down his face in sheets. The heat wasn’t relaxing at all anymore, it was only adding to his stress as it tried to convince him that he needed MORE water, even when so much of it was already slamming itself against his opening. His bladder throbbed more and more violently with each passing second. It was beginning to seriously hurt, pee was boiling and bubbling inside of him, he swore he could feel it swishing about each time he adjusted himself in his seat. It ground down against his taut sphincters so much that— A horrendously intense spasm slammed into him, one of the worst he’d felt so far today. His breaths came in short, choppy inhales. He was trembling with the strain of holding back three enormous bottles of water, along with everything he’d had to drink that morning. He thought back to the pee he’d had moments before leaving his room, that relief seemed to have taken place years ago. So long that he could barely remember what it felt like to be empty… He had to do something. This was an emergency, his hand squeezing away at his dick wasn’t helping as much anymore! Elizabeth needed to leave soon, or Kenneth could seriously end up hurting himself! He had to… He had to just ask her! He had to tell her to leave… But, she’d want to know why. He would never tell her the real reason. Never ever! Not in a million years! He tried to come up with a different explanation, but his brain refused to supply him with one. All he could think about was how far beyond full his bladder felt. After so much liquid, the sensation of heaviness and pulsing that encompassed his lower half had reached a level of terrible urgency. He tried and tried to think clearly, to come up with something that would make Elizabeth leave and grant him the privacy he was dying for, but nothing came to him. But, he had to get her to depart somehow. He had no choice. He’d drank SO much that he’d filled up to his brim alarmingly fast. His mind refused to focus on anything other than the pounding, consistently flaring organ in his center that felt with each passing second like it was about to rip itself apart. He rocked back and forth in his seat, leaning himself against the pressure of his hand. He could feel his urethra throbbing and quivering from the immense strain it was under, so much pee rushing against it in harsh, awful waves. Against his will, a tiny whimpering squeak creaked past his clenched teeth. Elizabeth heard the noise and looked over to Kenneth, squeezing her thighs even more tightly. The flaring pressure within her ratcheted up tremendously as she turned her body just the slightest bit. Suddenly, she felt even more swollen and close to the point of actually exploding than she had just a second ago. She brought one foot up onto the seat with her and leaned her body against it. She wanted to cup herself with her hands, but for now she hoped her foot would do well enough against the tide. She forced herself to speak. It wasn’t easy. Her trembling jaw was clenched, her tongue stiff, and she barely managed to force out the words. “Are you okay, Kenneth?” She could hardly believe she had to go as badly as she did— It couldn’t have been more than an hour or two since she’d peed before leaving for town. Despite her efforts not to, a hand went to her crotch, and then she could feel how firm her bladder region had become. The organ was rock solid now, thrashing with rage at being made to stretch itself so far beyond a reasonable limit. At length, Kenneth made himself turn to face Elizabeth, he could practically feel the way his urine sloshed with even that tiny motion. His pee-hole burned and stung in an utterly horrid way for a second, and then the tiniest dribble of liquid seeped through it. He bore down hard on his muscles, pink in the face and shaking with the shame of that microscopic loss of control. He had to hold it. He had to hold it. He had to. There were no other options. Keep it in. Keep it in. Keep it in. “Huh?” he asked. “A—Are you okay?” Elizabeth managed, her gaze bouncing off Kenneth in order to stare back at the drain. Dear God, the thought of peeing into it… Or, for that matter, peeing ANYWHERE at all… It was doing something weird to her mind and body, making it feel as though it was a miracle she hadn’t just burst right there on the bench. Kenneth turned the question over in his brain, his thoughts were so sluggish it was as though he was trying to understand something that had been said in a foreign language. He wasn’t okay, of course. He was pretty far from it. And probably the only reason Elizabeth couldn’t figure out the issue yet was because the robe concealed the current placement of his hand so well. “I— I—“ Kenneth floundered. ‘I need to pee SO bad, Elizabeth! Please leave for a minute so I can go in the drain, please?! I know it’s gross, but there’s nowhere else and I’m going to burst!’ He wanted to say that! He wanted to SCREAM that! His bladder was BEGGING him to! “I’m… I’m fine…” he said instead, his denial prompting his bladder into a frenzy as it swelled even further and pinched against his opening with sick violence. ‘I need to go so bad…’ Elizabeth kept looking at him, he was red-faced and drenched in sweat. Overheating was something to watch out for, and… He probably needed more water… So Elizabeth was going to have to STAND UP and WALK to get it. Could she even DO that now? She didn’t think so. Unless it was walking to a spot where she could pee, she wasn’t going to risk moving around so much. “Kenneth, dear… I think you are getting too warm. You either need to drink some more, or…” she trembled, not daring to hope. “Or you can step out for a few minutes…” Kenneth could NOT step out for a few minutes! He had to PEE before he left! He couldn’t make it to another place! He’d burst! What was the other option…? Drinking more water. No. Please. He was… He was a little thirsty, but was it dangerous, or— Ohhhh, he could barely even keep a single thought inside his head! All he understood anymore was that he had to GO right the Hell now! “I’ll… I’ll drink some…” Kenneth struggled, hating himself for agreeing to it. But, now that he’d noticed his thirst, it was making him nervous. He dragged himself to his feet, but was unable to bring himself fully upright. His bladder, dismayed at his current decisions, flew into a fit of wild convulsions, so painful and urgent that he was unable to stop his second hand from clutching his cock. He bit back a moan, not daring to begin walking for several seconds. He just stood in place, his legs going numb from tension and his hands squeezing for all they were worth. ‘Need to… Please… It’s so bad!’ Finally, the throbbing wore off a tiny bit, enough for him to move to the other end of the room. Elizabeth watched him clumsily make his way to the water bottles on his unsteady feet, and thought that she had likely guessed what Kenneth’s issue was correctly; He was overheated and getting dehydrated again. It had happened pretty quickly after his last drink, but she’d seen Kenneth guzzle tons of water lots of times, maybe he just dried out faster than most people did. It was disappointing that he’d decided to just drink some fluid rather than leave the room to cool off, though. As she stared at Kenneth stumbling his way back to the bench, her bladder felt so heavy that she thought it may drag her right down through the bench, through the floor, all the way down to the center of the Earth. She rocked back and forth against her foot, occasionally palming her crotch. One of the times she did that, she felt fresh warmth and dampness, yet she hadn’t even felt the leak as it had exited her body; She was so full that it hadn’t registered past the pain. Her bladder trembled, her eyes watered, she couldn’t remember EVER needing to pee this badly. When Kenneth collapsed back onto the bench, Elizabeth again asked him in a trembling voice if he was sure he still felt okay in here. “G—Getting t—too hot isn’t good for you, dear…” she croaked out. Kenneth barely felt the heat anymore. He couldn’t feel much of anything beyond the clawing, horrid fullness in his middle. ‘I’m not too hot, I just need to GO!’ his mind screamed. ‘PLEASE, I can’t wait!’ He crossed his legs back and forth, shaking and shuddering and trembling from head to toe. ‘He’s having convulsions!’ Elizabeth thought, panicked. ‘He’s really dehydrated, he’s seriously overheating…’ Trying to treat a sick person when her bladder was throbbing away tyrannically wasn’t ideal, but Kenneth needed her now. She moved her hand away from her groin, being punished for the hasty action when she felt a jet of pee immediately being pumped out of her body. She took the water bottle from Kenneth and opened it up for him, “Sweetie, here… You need to drink, you’re too—“ “I can’t hold it…” Kenneth whimpered quietly. So quietly that Elizabeth didn’t hear him. “Hm?” He fought to repeat himself, dying from shame and by the time he managed to squeak out “I need to… I have to relieve myself,” he was in tears. “O—Oh…” Elizabeth said, setting the bottle down now and returning her hand to its place between her legs. She crossed her legs and bounced in her place. “S—So do I,” she admitted. Her bladder throbbed its agreement, feeling as though the rock it was made out of was beginning to break apart. “I—“ her voice faltered. “I was gonna— In the drain in the floor, but—“ “So was I!” Kenneth said, feeling another sharp rush of heat down his length, followed by a single drop of pee escaping its prison. “B—But… You’re here! And I—“ He was interrupted by a harsh thudding inside his bladder that prompted him to double over. “Ohhhh, God… I can’t— You’re here, and I—“ “W—We can take turns!” Elizabeth said, heat bloomed between her legs and she adjusted the robe so she was no longer sitting on top of it and wetting it. It felt pretty damp already, but she’d saved it from any further soiling. “You can go first, and—“ “I can’t—“ Kenneth moaned, sweat gushing down his forehead as he fought for breath. “The door locks, there aren’t windows, you—“ “That’s— I DO think I can go here, but—“ Kenneth’s hands wrenched themselves more tightly around his cock. “When— I can’t if I know someone is waiting on me to finish,” he tried to explain. Knowing another person had to go and was likely getting impatient with how long it took for him to get things flowing was way too much pressure! It always ensured that he wouldn’t pee at all! “Oh,” Elizabeth said, a wave of pent up pee gushed onto the bench below her, dribbling against the surface before she could clamp it off. “You want me to go first, then?” “Yessssss,” Kenneth hissed, pained. “But, hurry?” He shot to his feet, then stumbled back as his holding muscles struggled to adjust to all the movement. “Hurry,” he repeated as he took minuscule, doubled-over steps towards the door. He wrestled it open, jumping in place and making tiny choked, sobbing sounds the whole time. He was so humiliated! Elizabeth was the last one of his friends to have never seen him quite this bad off before, and now she had! Now that Kenneth was in the changing room, Elizabeth had half a mind to ask him to dig through her pocket for her stand-to-pee device and toss it in here to her, but she decided against telling him that she had such a thing. That was something between her and Bryce, their own little secret of that unusual day they’d spent together. There wasn’t time for her to get the device, anyway. When she stood from the bench, another warm splash pushed its way out of her and spattered onto the floor. She dragged herself the short distance to the drain, pulled the robe up a bit, and was letting out a major gusher of a stream before she’d even squatted down all the way. She didn’t look, but she knew just from the noise that she’d been missing the drain. Once she was lowered further, she heard her pee being sucked away by the drain and figured she was mostly hitting the correct target now. After that realization came a second one; It was over. She could just… GO now. At last, Elizabeth relaxed herself fully, urine spraying out of her in uncontainable, hissing waves. She began to pant rapidly, eyes fluttering and losing focus. She moaned, and remembered that Kenneth was currently on the other side of the door, absolutely DYING to do what she was doing now. Feeling bad for him, Elizabeth pushed down harder and her stream picked up its speed, the hiss reaching an almost ear-shattering volume as bucket after bucket of urine was forcibly ejected from her body. Nearly a full minute later, Elizabeth was emptied. She stood quickly, and tried to ignore the jelly-like feeling in her legs so she could hurry to the door. She didn’t have time to collect herself at the end of her agonizing ordeal, Kenneth needed to be granted his own release as soon as possible. She opened the door to find Kenneth doubled over in a pained curtsey, his feet in constant motion and his hands clutching at his front so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Elizabeth’s heart clenched in the strangest way at the sight. Kenneth already looked so vulnerable, so in need of protection, without his uniform on. Seeing him writhe and squirm and tear up to such an extreme degree with it off made the effect even stronger. She didn’t have much time to look at the poor man’s urgent dancing as he pushed right past her, eager to put an end to his suffering. Kenneth fumbled the lock on the door into place and ran to the drain. Each time his foot hit the ground, it was like a mallet to his bladder, drawing out tiny dribbles. But he didn’t care. He needed to let it out NOW! As he’d predicted, the robe made it very easy for him to free his dick, in under a second he had it aimed at the drain, so close to letting it all flow… But, as ever, it wasn’t that simple for him. This was, of course, not the proper place for urination to take place in. Reminding himself that Elizabeth had already peed here did not make him feel any more comfortable about doing it himself. His muscles grew more taut, rather than loosening themselves up like they were meant to. Kenneth groaned loudly, “Come oooon!” he begged his body. “Please? I need to!” His body didn’t listen. Kenneth sighed. The whole point of this thing was supposed to have been to help him relax! But, clearly, it hadn’t. He still couldn’t pee! And the majority of his time here hadn’t even been that relaxing BECAUSE he’d spent it all needing to pee really bad! He’d… He’d felt calm for a bit there though, hadn’t he? Yes. When he’d been thinking about how Bryce might not ACTUALLY be that angry about him and Dwight being… Whatever they were. Kenneth hoped his assumptions were correct, that Bryce REALLY wouldn’t mind. Maybe Bryce would even… Protect them from other people finding out somehow. That would be nice. Then, he and Dwight could do those… those fun things more often. Those fun things usually got Kenneth good and relaxed. He always felt so light and comfy afterwards, so tired and soothed… When Dwight made him feel good, when Dwight placed his mouth onto Kenneth’s body… All of his problems seemed to fade away, and— Hsssssssssss….. An incredibly clear stream began to rapidly flow out of Kenneth’s tip, hitting the drain and tearing a moan from his lips. “Ahhhhhhh….” tingles jolted up and down his entire body, making his spine shudder and his cock twitch. He could feel his bladder slowly deflating, gently shrinking back down to its proper size. He felt like he was floating, like he wasn’t inside a sauna and doing something very improper. Like he wasn’t really anywhere at all. Just, in a void somewhere that was filled with nothing but pleasure and amazingly wonderful feelings. Kenneth’s entire body shuddered and shook as more and more pee flooded down the drain. He’d had so much to drink in here that his urine was totally clear, like he was just pissing out pure water. He kept moaning, kept gushing, his knees went weak and wobbly. By the time he was done, almost two minutes later, he could barely believe how much better everything felt. So much better…. So much better… Ahhh… Fuck… He was in Heaven, he felt so good, so empty, so light, so… Barely aware of what he was doing, he’d begun to stroke his dick rather than tucking it back away and re-tightening the belt of the robe. Tingles of pleasure flared up and down his length, all of the nerve endings there were so raw, so much more sensitive than they normally were after being put through all that strain and all that relief… “Hnnnh…” Kenneth panted, bleary eyed. He imagined Dwight pumping him like this, telling him how well he’d done, admitting out-loud to Elizabeth that he was going to explode and then managing to release it all here even though it had made him nervous… ‘You have earned this, Kenneth,’ he pictured Dwight saying. Kenneth was so over-stimulated, so overcome by the wonderful feelings he’d been bathing in for the past several minutes, that before he knew it was cumming, twitching and moaning as the ecstasy pulsed through him and out of him. He just stayed there, breathing heavily for a few seconds, and then— ‘WHAT IN GOD’S NAME DID I JUST DO?!’ His eyes flashed open, and he was relieved that the majority of his semen had ended up in the drain rather than spattering the floor, but… He’d just… He’d… In a public place— Alone and with the door locked, but still! And— And he’d done it because— He hadn’t been thinking— And— It had just felt so good to finally go, he just— No. His… His relief… It had not… It hadn’t made him do that… Thinking about that stuff with Dwight when he was calming himself down that had done it, that was it. Being pee-shy, hurting himself over and over again, the mental pain, the shame… None of those things were good. Well. Okay, maybe the ‘relief’ part pretty much always was, but that was it. Just a silver lining to an otherwise horrible condition that wrecked his life on a daily basis. This was just… He’d gotten himself all worked up thinking about Dwight like that, gotten himself overly sensitive from pushing his muscles to the limit, and his body had just… Reacted. It was normal. It was natural. He… He’d been ignoring this for a long time, but he’d come to notice that the feelings he got when he climaxed with Dwight in bed, or while stroking himself, were… An awful lot like the ones he got when he finally peed after holding it for extreme lengths of time. His body would feel like it was floating, every last nerve ending he had would be consumed by bliss… But, with peeing, that feeling usually lasted over two minutes, much longer than any orgasm he’d ever had. This was gross. He shouldn’t have been comparing those two feelings. Of course peeing when he had to do so very badly felt good. It was supposed to feel good. But, was it really supposed to feel THAT good? He didn’t think so… Then again, he held in more than anyone else he knew. He’d never once seen another person just… Spray for two minutes non-stop like he did regularly. Letting go of that much would probably feel just as orgasmic to someone else if they ever did it, it didn’t mean there was anything NEW wrong with Kenneth. It was just the same old thing; His body made him hold way too much pee for way too long. He’d gotten carried away from his imagination and extreme levels of relief today. That was all. It didn’t mean that there was suddenly an aspect to his problem that he enjoyed way, WAY too much. Peeing was not supposed to feel like cumming. For a normal person, a person without Kenneth’s awful condition, the two things weren’t comparable. He retied the robe and left the sauna. Elizabeth was no longer in the changing room, which was good. Kenneth needed more time to calm himself down before he allowed someone else to see him. He got dressed quickly, and hoped his face wasn’t too red as he went out into the hallway. Elizabeth was waiting for him right there. She leaned into him, “Do you feel better now?” she whispered. Kenneth nodded, almost imperceptibly. His bladder felt better, that was for sure. But, inside he felt all sorts of mixed up. His body regularly forced him to hold his pee for so long that releasing it felt like an extremely long orgasm. And while he certainly wasn’t going to bemoan a two minute long orgasm, it sort of just… It freaked him out. It was surely not normal. Probably not very healthy, either.
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  22. I wonder if there is some kind of connection between trauma in our early years, pressure to be perfect, and general stress and either bladder problems and omo. People who are under a lot of stress often have physical problems and perhaps that could include bladder or bowel issues. Our bodies do strange things when we are stressed and everyone's brain is wired differently, so perhaps other fetishes are the result of stress and trauma as well. Maybe, wetting is so relaxing because it's a way of letting tension go and as adults we can get away with it. I also think it just feels good to do something that adults just aren't supposed to do. Perhaps, the world would be a less stressful place if wetting ourselves as a form of stress relief was socially acceptable.
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  23. They probably do :P, no one will see if you sit on the grass and let go hehe
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  24. OCU #4 / Bully In this city there are several people you should beware of. But if you are a student at Green Zone University beware of Lucy. Admitted to a special course, she is captain of the Azur District basketball team but also Cheerleader at these lost hours. Despite that Lucy is not a girl who shines not by her intelligence but only by her physicality and it's muscular capacity. So if she thinks you looked at her badly, that you flirted with her boyfriend, that you criticized her, or that she's just having a bad day. Most people will invite you to dodge it. If she finds you, the kind of punishments could vary according to it's desire. You can very well end up in the bottom of a trash can like lock in your locker. But against the "intellos" often the threats were enough. Well-known stories from the establishment with people who passed out before they even struck the 1st blow. But also stories where people soiled their underwear in the face of threat. Clear what is happening to this new victim.
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  25. I found how to unlock end 4 and 5. You should use another password. The password is 121342 according to the image.
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  26. Commission #51 (3/4) 💙 🍵 Credits to: @Blindfight (Concept) Character: Marianne (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
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  27. I grew up in an incredibly strict environment and under a lot of pressure to be perfect all the time. That sort of mentality continued throughout my early adulthood and still exists but to a lesser extent. The concept of being able to make a mistake and the idea of someone else comforting me is the biggest appeal of it. Even if I have to imagine that stuff, it feels nice. It's not too common, but I'm lucky when I find people who are into the same thing. Not necessarily romantic partners, but FWB usually. Anything where I don't have to be in control and perfect has the potential to be appealing to me. I want to be able to express my emotions without judgement when I do make mistakes.
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  28. I seriously doubt it, “most” of Dave’s doesn’t include wet panties after. One main reason is the models typically aren’t wearing any. Speaking as a long term patron of B2B.
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  29. So recently I have finally been accepting myself as transfem. Today I had one of the most gender affirming moments. I went out in Shorttalls, kneehigh 6in platforms, and a D-cup breast plate. I've been going out more and more as myself. I went to the mall to buy a new bag, TJ Maxx for a belt and outfits. And, finally I went to Dollar Tree for caffeine, snacks, and blu rays. As I was leaving Dollar Tree a woman held the door for me. I said, "thank you." In my saddly still deepish voice. They then responded with, "you're welcome m'am." I was silence out of shock and giddiness from the situation. It just made my day and wanted to share.
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  31. I would buy a plastic tub that has a tight lid, if you have another uninvited bug in the bathroom or if someone is taking too long and you really have to go you can use the container and then put the lid on it until you can dump it in the toilet or bathtub. You could also use a dishpan if you have an extra one, just kneel on the floor with it between your knees and let go, a standard sized dishpan will hold everything and then you can just dump it. If you use the dishpan, you will likely want to dump it quickly so it won't smell or be spilled if it is tripped over. If you have the extra money, you could buy a hospital commode, you would just need to find somewhere to put it so it was out of the way yet easy to get to.
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  32. D.VA was too late

    D.VA was probably too focused on her game, by the time she finished she couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time.

    © Overwatch

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  33. Desperate to pee, Gabriella is unable to hold it and has an embarrassing accident in her jeans in this video. Alisha, Gabriella, and Ronica arrive home, all desperate to pee after a long drive. Each about to burst, they race to the bathroom, but Alisha gets there first and locks the door behind her. Luckily, there is another bathroom upstairs. Gabriella and Ronica race to the remaining bathroom, with Ronica getting there first. Extremely desperate to pee, Gabriella heads back downstairs to see if Alisha is almost done. With no bathrooms available, Gabriella has no choice but to try and hold on while she waits. It turns out she simply needs to go too bad. Unable to hold it, she ends up peeing in her pants. vid_1157_promo.mp4
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  34. With Wattpad recently deleting diaper-related fiction, I thought posting my newest story here would be a better idea than letting it go to waste. -- I awoke in a glowing, white room with no discernable walls or flooring - the incomprehensible span of white convinced me that I was dreaming, though I could still feel sensations as if I were awake. I began walking into the endless ocean of white in front of me, when suddenly a smattering of golden light appeared before me, illuminating a figure. Draped in white, flowing robes, her marble skin looked almost otherworldly, like an ancient statue brought to life. Her breasts were enormous, barely covered by her sheer, silky robes, so much so that they appeared larger than my head. Her thighs, too, appeared as if they could crush me between them with next-to-no struggle - they were only made larger by the diaper which surrounded them. Despite being something so juvenile, her commanding aura bolstered its appearance into an article just as mystifying as the rest of her apparel. "Izzie. I know that you are wondering how you had been transported here, or what the purpose of this encounter is in the first place." Her golden, swirling eyes pierced my own in an oddly comforting, personal manner. "Y-yes, you're right." "Well, Izzie, I... am a succubus. Though, I am no average demon - instead, I am one of the many fetish-succubi that exist throughout the many, many hells. As you can no doubt see, my domain encompasses any kink related to padding and its uses." She took my hand and guided it to her diaper, then gazed deeper into my eyes. "And I am in need of a new servant. Should you accept my offer, I will grant you a boon - namely, a wish-granting diaper that can mold the very reality around you. You, however, will be required to mold a human into a diaper-wearer at least once a month. Should you fail to do so, I would absorb your life essence into the diaper surrounding my waist and see to it that you suffer the rest of your existence trapped as my padding." "Well... why me?" "Darling, I know the names of every person within my domain - you were at the top of my list. You look so unassuming that I never would have otherwise thought, but this will give you the opportunity to indulge yourself in a way you never previously could. Now... do you accept?" I was flustered, yet intrigued. Frightened, yet simultaneously excited. I walked away from her and started to pace the empty room, thinking over whether or not accepting would be worth it. After several minutes passed, I finally came to a decision. "...Alright, I accept." "Consider it a deal, then." I reached out my hand, expecting a formal handshake. Rather than accept, she tackled me to the ground. Now overtop of me, she straddled my waist and I felt each, individual crinkle of her padding. The deity winked, and suddenly, the chilling white of the room faded and was overtaken by a dimming, yellowed color. With a muffled hiss, I felt a sensational warmth spread against my waist as the deity 'sealed the deal,' eventually overtaking my whole body. I felt the blues of my eyes drain away, being replaced with a newfound, yellow gaze. My tailbone elongated, becoming a full-fledged, spear-headed tail, as wings sprouted from my back. "Those newfound features, aside from the eyes, will only appear in this realm, I can assure you. The wishing device, however, will be visible to all that witness it, though only you have the power to wish while wearing it. Furthermore, you must be wearing it to make a wish in the first place. Understand? Now, go forth and enjoy yourself!" The deity waved her hand, causing my vision of the room to fade and me to finally awaken. My alarm clock rang, signifying that it was 7:30. Groggily exiting my bed, I walked across the room to turn off its persistent blaring. "Ugh. What a... weird dream. My subconscious must be trying to tell me something. It just felt so real." I finally looked into the mirror hanging on my wall, and staring back at me were eyes which I didn't recognize. "Ho-ho-hoooly shit, wait!" I looked down, noticing a peculiar article of clothing surrounding my waist: a pearlescent, pristine pull-up! I ran my fingers along it, causing it to crinkle under the pressure. Its quality was almost, well, it was otherworldly. "This must be... This can't be... I. I wish that my bladder would suddenly be full to bursting in thirty seconds, and that I was physically incapable of relieving myself." My eyes glowed faintly, and I began to watch the clock: five seconds, ten seconds, twenty seconds and finally - agony! Suddenly, I felt my bladder swell like an overblown balloon, and my desperation was unparalleled. It felt as if I was constantly on the verge of letting go, but couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I pressed my hand into my bladder, expecting some form of dribble, and was met with a familiar sense of pressure and pain - without the familiar, faint dribble. It was as excruciating as it was arousing. "I - I wi - ohh my god - wish that I could relieve myself, but that the capacity of my bladder was limitless." Like a bursting, summer dam, my innate floodgates had crumbled, causing all of it to rush out at once. I was hot and bothered, and the overwhelming warmth emanating from my crotch wasn't helping anything. Now, I've peed for a long time before, but this was otherworldly - multiple, multiple uninterrupted minutes of peeing passed as my diaper swelled, and swelled, and swelled, never reaching a leaking point. "I wish that I - I - stopped peeing!" Abruptly, I stream faded and I was left with my thoughts alone.
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  35. relief

    I think she did not have time for a pee before she went to the job and then she had to hold it for hours.
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  36. hurry up

    Sorry, I'm going to awhile longer. Wait, do I hear some dripping out there? 😆
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  37. Yikes, this will probably hurt her reputation as a Bounty Hunter.

    © Metroid

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  38. This reminds me so much of myself when I was a kid, and even now as an adult sometimes. Just so focused on gaming that the bathroom becomes secondary thought and a side objective. Until it's too late that is. 😅
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  39. Yeah, it kinda seems like an open book kind of thing. Any number of reactions are possible. From completely grossed out to people who will just turn the other cheek and not even seem to notice. It just all depends on the public setting really.
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  40. STP

    “Dude, Liam said he wants to kick your ass,” was the first thing Avery heard when he got to his hotel room. Before Avery could remember how to speak, Uncle Brad was saying “If I see Liam come near Avery again, he’s going to need the emergency room.” Avery looked at the guy he’d be sharing the room with. He wasn’t too familiar with him.“He says you pissed on him?” The guy asked. “Is that true?” Ah. So THAT was the story Liam was going with? “No, that’s disgusting. Liam pissed himself.” ‘Because he’s an idiot,’ Avery added in his head. “Yeah, I figured that’s what really happened,” the guy agreed. “Because, like, I think if I was gonna pee on somebody I’d aim for the eyes, you know? Not just do it down his legs.” Avery felt so awkward. He felt like he was watching this conversation happen from outside his body. He assumed the guy was probably joking. He hoped he was, anyway. “Eheh, yeah… Um, Liam just had an accident. That’s all that happened.” “So, you’re Avery, right?” the guy asked. “I’m Wyatt. Why’s Liam hate you so much?” Avery crossed his arms tight against himself, curled his hands in. “You… You don’t know?” “He’s not STILL on that, is he?” Wyatt said. “I thought everyone had moved on by now.” Avery thought about that. A lot of his classmates pretty much HAD moved on from it, really. For a bunch of them, Avery being trans was old news now. Even some of the people that had bothered him about it the beginning had grown tired of it. There were just a couple handfuls left that still picked on him or treated him like a zoo exhibit. Liam was by far the worst. “Some… Some have, some haven’t,” he said. “Some people still stare, or say gross stuff, but I think I’m the only one that notices when they do it. And some people like Liam keep… Acting like that about it.” “Wow, that sucks,” Wyatt said. “I think I only really heard about it for, like, a week. Sorry there’s still people giving you shit… Anyway, Liam is pretty much a dick, he deserved to wet his pants.” “He… Did,” Avery agreed. “Heh, how’d it happen?” “Um…” Avery rubbed the back of his neck. “I was… Uh… I was using the urinal, and he started to kinda… Lay into me like he always does. And, then even when some of the other toilets opened up, instead of using one like a normal person, he decided to just keep bugging me instead, and I guess then he couldn’t wait anymore. It was his choice.” “Wow, what an idiot,” Wyatt said, then got quiet. “Er…” It was clear he wanted to say something. “Um…” “What?” “I… Wanted to ask you something, but I’m not sure if I should… Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Wow, that was rare. Someone was actually considering Avery’s feelings before blurting something out. Like they were seeing him as a human being. Very few people had ever done that before. “Um, yeah… Thanks for… For checking. And you can ask, I guess. But, I just might not be okay answering.” Wyatt looked away, “I mean, it’s just… You said you were using the urinal?” Avery had had a feeling that was what Wyatt was confused about. “Yeah, they sell things for trans guys so they can go standing up. I know, it’s weird. And I know it’s kinda silly, but I feel really uncomfortable without—“ “Nah, I don’t think it’s that silly,” Wyatt shrugged. “Pretty sure if I woke up tomorrow and my dick was gone I’d need to have something like that too.” And then Avery was laughing. “And, I think I heard once that like, there was some guy that had something wrong with his dick— Like he had some bad injury or something. And the doctors gave him some kinda prosthetic thing too.” Wyatt laughed. “I don’t know if it’s the same sorta thing you have, but yeah.” Even though Wyatt thought the story of a man needing to have his dick replaced was just funny, the story made Avery feel something else entirely. Other guys had prosthetic cocks, and not just trans ones either. The man in Wyatt’s story wasn’t less of a man, and so neither was Avery. “Did you see if he was happy with it?” “I mean, I think he was,” Wyatt shrugged. “He looked happy in the photo they used anyway. So, yeah, you shouldn’t think you’re weird. Avery did still feel a little bit weird, but only because a guy he’d literally just met had managed to make him feel so much better about himself so quickly. And near as he could tell, Wyatt wasn’t even really TRYING too hard to do that, just relaying something he’d heard about and thought was interesting. After a few minutes, it was time to go back down to meet up with everyone else for dinner. Avery stayed very close to Brad all evening at the restaurant, he knew Liam was no doubt filled with rage and looking for a way to “get back” at Avery for the event that was ultimately his own fault. Avery was so anxious that he had a hard time eating his food… And his bladder was so sore after his earlier emergency that he needed the bathroom pretty bad halfway through the meal. He saw the sign for the men’s room tucked away in a corner and looked at it nervously. If Liam saw him go in there, he wouldn’t put it past him to follow him in and bother him. And, this time, Avery would be alone… He tapped his uncle on the arm. “I… Um… I want to use the bathroom…” he said quietly, embarrassed. He felt so childish. He should have been able to go to the toilet by himself, this wasn’t fair. “No problem,” Brad said, and he quickly escorted Avery to the restroom. He knew how bad this arrangement made his nephew feel, and his heart ached that someone could scare him enough that he felt he needed protection just to relieve himself. As Avery used a urinal, he felt even more out of sorts when Uncle Brad didn’t move to do the same. Brad didn’t have to go, he’d literally only come in here to be Avery’s security detail. ‘Jeez,’ Avery thought. ‘I’m so freaking needy…’ He felt like such a horrendous burden, making his uncle stand up and leave his dinner to come stand in a smelly public restroom just so he could take a quick leak. Avery should have just held it, he hadn’t even been that desperate! Avery zipped up and washed his hands, “Th—Thank you,” he said, ashamed. “I’m really sorry.” Uncle Brad put a hand on his back, “Please, don’t apologize. You’re not the one that did anything wrong.” Avery knew that, deep down, he knew that it wasn’t his fault at all that he felt scared. If Avery didn’t have someone threatening him, then he wouldn’t feel frightened at all. He wouldn’t need someone guarding him while he did something as simple as use the toilet. He remained silent through the rest of dinner, feeling angry and frustrated. All of this was just so inconvenient. He shouldn’t have people shouting at him, hurting him, threatening him over a basic bodily function. He shouldn’t be so fearful of other human beings that he felt the need to cling to the few he could trust in order to take care of his biological needs. He’d tried for so long to understand why people like Liam did what they did, what they got out of it, what they thought they were achieving, and he’d never been able to figure it out. Back in the hotel room, Avery prepared for what was sure to be the worst part of this trip. He knew it would be bad the moment he stepped into the bathroom and saw the huge full length mirror on the wall. Avery was more okay with seeing his reflection now than he used to be, but only when his clothes were all on. He could not stand seeing what he looked like naked. It was bad enough having to look down at it all to wash himself, having to see every bit of it reflected back at him felt like a punishment. At home, he sometimes showered with the lights off. Uncle Brad had asked him to stop doing that, fearing he’d slip and hurt himself, but some days were just too hard and Avery couldn’t deal with it any other way. He wouldn’t try that here, in an unfamiliar bathroom. He needed to still be able to see. He took off his shirt first, then his pants. So far, it wasn’t too terrible. But, this was where he usually got stuck. His hands wouldn’t want to continue doing what they had to do. He pulled down his boxers, and actually felt good for a moment. He could see his prosthetic, attached to him via his harness. It looked real. It looked like it belonged there. It felt nice to see. But, then he had to take it off. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t really real, he had to remind himself that it wasn’t a physical part of his body like it was supposed to be, and that underneath it was something he could hardly stand to acknowledge WAS a physical part of him. He knew some trans men weren’t as repulsed by that whole region as he was, and could even derive pleasure there. But, Avery couldn’t. He’d attempted to masturbate only once, and it had ended with him shaking and trembling and feeling like he and his body were two entirely separate entities and that he was watching the events unfold from behind a pane of glass. None of it had felt good, it had felt nauseating and wrong and he’d quit after less than two minutes. As far as Avery was concerned, that region of his body wasn’t even his. It belonged to no one, it just existed without Avery’s consent and he wished every day that it would leave him. He set the prosthetic on the edge of the tub so that he could wash it out. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that it needed to be properly rinsed, he probably would leave it on to bathe. But, if he never cleaned the funnel, he could end up with an infection. He’d had an infection like that once before, and it had necessitated him paying more attention to THAT part of his body than he could stomach. Finally, he forced himself to unzip the binder, shutting his eyes tight against his reflection. Everything about his chest was wrong. Avery had never been able to think of those things as ‘breasts’, his brain told him that they were enormous, pus filled tumors and that they needed to be gone NOW. He hated how large his nipples were, he hated feeling the tumors move and sway as he walked, he fantasized every day about destroying them. And then, Avery was naked… In an unfamiliar place, with a guy his own age that he went to school with right out there in the other room. He knew Wyatt did not have XRAY vision, but it FELT like he did. Wyatt was out there, thinking about how Avery was about to shower, and that he’d have to be naked to do that, with his body all warped and distorted and wrong. Avery felt more exposed than he ever had in his life. He showered as fast as he could, rinsed out his prosthetic with a little bit of soap and a lot of warm water, and then it was over. The relief he felt when he put his prosthetic back on and pulled up his pants was immense, eclipsed only by how much better he felt after putting on his binder and shirt. He was together again, reassembled. He was okay. He opened the door to find his uncle standing there. “Could I talk to you?” he asked. Avery nodded, and Brad stepped in. “So, tonight and tomorrow…” Brad began. “Your… Stuff that you wear?” Avery knew what he was asking. “I HAVE to leave it on,” he said. “Please? It’s just a couple days. I can’t— Not here. Please?” “You could… Keep the comforter pulled up all the way,” Brad said. “So that he won’t see how you look without—“ “No,” Avery said, he knew he was whining, but he couldn’t help it. The mere idea of having those things… out… “Please? I know it’s bad for me, but I just—“ “Okay,” Brad said. “But, tomorrow I want you to go into a restroom every so often and unzip it for a bit. Just for a few minutes to give yourself a break. And, I’m not going to make you take the… Lower stuff off. We haven’t really got a place to hide it over night. So, make sure you’re cleaning it as best as you can.” Avery felt better. He wasn’t going to enjoy ducking into bathroom stalls to mess with his binder, but it was a lot better than having to leave it open all night long here. And, remembering the Hellish desperation he’d gone through on the bus, he thought it would at least give him more opportunities to visit the toilet tomorrow. After Avery and Brad left the restroom and Wyatt had showered, the three went to bed. When Avery awoke, there were problems. It really wasn’t good to go to bed with his binder on. He’d turned wrong at some point during his sleep and there was a horrendous pain in one of his shoulders where the strap had been pressing all night. And, it really was best not to leave the prosthetic on all the time, either. Sweat sometimes got caught between the prosthetic and his flesh, especially at night. So, taking it off in order to give his skin time to air out was necessary. Since this hadn’t happened, he was terribly itchy. ‘Don’t scratch it!’ he ordered himself. ‘It will go away faster if you don’t scratch!’ He balled his hands into fists as he fought the urge to dig his nails into his irritated flesh to try and drive away the maddening feeling of pins and needles assailing it. ‘Wash off some in the bathroom,’ he told himself. That had helped in the past when he’d accidentally gone to sleep with it still on. He waited by the restroom door, uncomfortably holding his clothing for the day. Once Wyatt had come out, Avery rushed inside. It was easier to get undressed this time than it had been the night before. He was still half-asleep, harder to get trapped inside his brain when he wasn’t fully awake. In the shower, he rinsed off the irritated areas of his flesh and the itch died mostly away. He even let out a relaxed sigh as the flames beneath his skin were extinguished. So much better… He got dressed quickly and was back in the main room a moment later. Brad took him and Wyatt down to the first floor of the hotel, and back onto the bus with the rest of the class. It wasn’t until the bus pulled away that Avery realized he’d sort of missed a step in the restroom earlier. Namely, he’d forgotten to actually USE it. He’d been so concerned with taking care of his itching thighs that he’d neglected paying a visit to the most important fixture in the bathroom… And, WOW was he ever regretting that! He was stunned that he hadn’t noticed the pressure within his bladder earlier, surely it had been throbbing away ever since he’d woken up! He began to tap his foot agitatedly. He hoped the ride to the museum they were going to wouldn’t last long, and that he’d have an easy time locating the restroom once they got there. With some concern, he glanced around the crowded bus for Liam, but was unable to find him. He knew the guy must have been in here somewhere, even if he couldn’t see him. He knew Liam was also out for his blood after yesterday, and prayed he’d be able to take care of his growing need without Liam trying to start something. That should be easy enough, though! Avery just had to ask Brad to take him to the bathroom, and he’d be safe for sure! He’d feel like a child, but at least he’d be a child that could relieve his bladder in peace. This was all going to be nice and simple, even if he was uncomfortable, he knew he could hold his pee until they got to the museum. The restroom would no doubt be really close to the entrance. And Brad would ensure Liam would leave him be. No reason to stress himself out, no reason to worry. He had to go sort of badly right now, but that was going to be taken care of soon enough. They reached the museum pretty quickly, and Avery only winced a tiny bit when he stood up to depart from the vehicle. ‘Soon,’ he promised his annoyed, aching bladder. ‘Just a few more minutes.’ Inside the museum, everyone was told they could pair off with whoever they wanted while they walked around, much to Avery’s relief. But, speaking of relief, he saw the restroom sign pointing down a hall. His bladder was already loosening up at the sight, and he eagerly bounced on his toes. Ms. Dawson still talking, droning on about how everyone needed to behave, and about the essay everyone would be required to write about their favorite piece of art that they found here. Right now, Avery’s favorite piece of art in this whole building was down that hallway… He silently begged for Ms. Dawson to hurry up and finish with her spiel, continually staring at the arrow directing him towards the restrooms was making his bladder convulse and spasm hard as it struggled to understand why he hadn’t brought it there yet. ‘Come on… Come on, we get it!’ he thought. ‘I want to pee now!’ Finally, Ms. Dawson had concluded with everything she’d wanted to say, and Avery relaxed once more. His ordeal was nearly over, and he hadn’t needed to endure nearly the amount of struggle that he’d gone through yesterday. He was gonna pee in just a couple minutes, and this annoying pressure would be a thing of the past. “There’s this one painting here I really wanted to see,” Lydia said. “It’s a Monet, called ‘The Houses of Parliament’. I’ve seen photos of it, the colors are really cool.” Avery was sure the colors really were cool if Lydia said they were, but he could certainly wait to see them. There was one thing that he COULDN’T comfortably wait to do for much longer, however. He’d been doing his best to get better at asking people for the things he needed, so many times in the past he’d let himself get desperate simply because he couldn’t make himself speak up. He would not repeat that mistake today. Right away, he turned to his uncle and said “I wanted to go to the restroom before we start, okay?” That was okay, of course. Brad led Avery and Lydia down the hall towards the restrooms, and Avery was breathing easily despite the growing tightness beneath his waistband. Almost there… Almost there… Almost there… Avery’s bladder suddenly cramped in on itself as he saw a far less pleasant sign affixed to the door of the men’s room. It was currently closed. Out of order. Avery wasn’t seconds away from emptying his bladder. He no longer knew WHEN he’d next get to do it. Brad gave Avery a sympathetic look. “It’s alright, I’m sure there’s another one somewhere, we can start looking.” And at that, all the shame flooded back into Avery. Lydia didn’t seem to need to go. Unlike Avery, who’d been an idiot this morning, she’d no doubt relieved herself right after waking up. What an enormous nuisance he’d be if he made her spend this trip helping him find a urinal. Who knew how long it would take to find him one? What if it took so long Lydia didn’t get to see that painting she liked? All things considered, Avery didn’t have to go THAT much right now, anyway. “I—It’s fine,” he said. “We don’t have to look, I’m sure we’ll pass by one. I can wait, it’s not that bad.” As if to protest his statement, his bladder sent him a sharp twinge that made the muscles around his sphincter pulse. He bounced once on his heels, trying to make it look casual. “Don’t worry about it.” Lydia tried to keep the disappointment off her face at Avery’s words. There had been a bit of a problem this morning for her; She was sharing her hotel room with two other girls, and they’d both taken so long in the restroom that Lydia didn’t get to have a turn of her own before it was time to go down to the lobby. She’d barely even been able to get her clothes on fast enough, there had definitely been no time to empty her bladder! When Avery had requested a toilet break she’d been very relieved because it meant she’d finally get to go as well! The women’s room was still open, but… Wow, that would be really unfair! Even if Avery didn’t need the bathroom as badly as SHE did, she didn’t want to taunt him by peeing when he wasn’t able to, and adding on a few more extra minutes that he’d need to wait. “Th—That’s good,” she stammered finally. “And, I’m sure we’ll find one soon!” Avery REALLY hoped so… About an hour later, and the three had gone through several rooms of the museum, but had yet to find another set of restrooms. Avery had definitely been keeping an eye out for one, his bladder hadn’t ceased steadily filling for even one second during all that time. What was once an irritating, nagging, tingling bit of throbbing was now a pulsating urge that was causing him to walk with very stiff legs. He struggled to look away whenever he saw a painting that contained anything that involved water. Ocean scenes, rivers, lakes, waterfalls… Even in the still images, he swore he could hear them trickling, and his thighs clenched in tightly at the sight. “Water is very hard to paint realistically, I’ve heard,” Brad said. “It isn’t easy to make it look like it’s really flowing, but this one does it,” he gestured to one painting, and Avery agreed with him. It really did look like the stream in it was moving, instead of just remaining static and frozen in time. If it didn’t make him wish so badly for a place to allow his OWN stream to start moving, he thought he’d be admiring it as much as Brad was. In one of the older paintings, one depicting a scene in some ancient castle, Avery even saw a tiny chamberpot tucked into one corner. No one was using it, thank God— If Avery was forced to see even a drawing of someone urinating right now, he’d probably stop cold and double over. But, just the sight of the pot, and the knowledge of what it was FOR, made him wish he could somehow step inside the painting and make some serious use of it. That idea actually got him smiling at the absurdity of it. He imagined all the Renaissance-era people in the image jumping with surprise as some guy wearing bizarre clothing unlike anything they’d ever seen suddenly crashed their party just to take a huge piss. He even snorted a little laugh, but winced when it prompted his bladder to contract. “What’s so funny?” Lydia asked him. Avery froze. He couldn’t exactly TELL her that he’d been fantasizing about developing magic powers that let him go inside works of art to pee… “N—Nothing. I just remembered something I saw online. It’s nothing.” “Oh…” Lydia said, wishing he’d shared more. She was in need of some sort of distraction from her bladder, and the art alone wasn’t cutting it… “H—Have you seen a bathroom yet, anywhere?” she asked. She’d been desperately checking around every corner for one herself, but maybe she’d missed it. And, since Avery wasn’t in such dire need of a break, perhaps he’d forgotten all about it and didn’t say anything when he spotted one. Avery tried to straighten himself out a bit more, wary that Lydia was catching on to exactly how desperate he was becoming and getting concerned. He didn’t want to worry her, he hated stressing people out over his silly problems! “Nope,” he said, shrugging like it didn’t matter at all. “But, that’s okay. I’m still fine.” Lydia patted her hands against her thighs anxiously for a moment… There had to be another set of bathrooms here somewhere, right? This was an enormous place! She thought about telling Avery that she needed to pee, asking if they could please go back down to the one bathroom they HAD managed to find so she could get relief— If Avery didn’t need it that bad, he shouldn’t mind, right? “Avery, I—“ “Oh hey,” Brad called. “Check this one out!” He was standing before an enormous painting that displayed a waterfall that was surely hundreds of miles wide… Hundreds of miles worth of gushing, pouring water all splashing and echoing. “This is what I was telling you about, Avery. The amount of skill someone needs to make this look so real— You can practically HEAR it, can’t you?” Avery nodded twitchily. He sure as Hell COULD hear it! He had the most peculiar urge to clamp his hands over his ears to block out the thunderous hissing that only existed within his imagination! “Y—Yeah,” he managed. “It’s neat…” he swayed from side to side. He… Honestly wouldn’t mind jumping into that painting either, though. There was a rock ledge at one end of the waterfall, and he was sure it would feel all kinds of good to release his bladder’s waterfall down it… He crossed his legs at the thought, tensing them together. ‘Hold it… Hold it…’ he thought as he tried to quell the thrashing need within. He uncrossed them finally when he saw his uncle turn back around. “What do you think of the colors, Lydia?” Lydia had been trying not to look at the painting at all, but she did now. It was a spattering of different shades of blue in most places, but the sky was at sunset and filled with pinks and yellows… Some of the yellows were being reflected against the waterfall. Clearly, the long-dead artist that had created this work was a sadist, he somehow just knew that one day his painting would hang in a museum and a girl with an uncomfortably full bladder would have to look at it and all the suggestive imagery it contained. “Th—They’re nice,” she said, dragging her nails against her pant legs, agitated. “The reflection of the sky is…” “I know,” Brad said. “Amazing attention to detail.” “L—Let’s find some others,” Lydia said, and they started to leave this room. “Avery, I don’t think I ever asked, do you have a favorite artist? Maybe they have some of their stuff here.” Avery shrugged, trying to remember names of famous artists. He was struggling to remember anything that wasn’t related to urinals, though… Well. Wasn’t there some artist that, like, autographed a urinal, or something? Had anyone ever… Used it? Could HE use it? Was it in this museum? “Who’s that guy that signed the urinal? That’s kinda funny, I guess.” “I believe that was Marcel Duchamp,” Brad said. “I don’t think that one is displayed here, though.” “Oh, okay,” Avery said. It was quite a ridiculous thought, anyway. He was pretty sure that peeing into one of the art displays— even if it WAS technically a urinal— wouldn’t be the ‘proper behavior’ Ms. Dawson had asked for. But, Avery absolutely had to find SOMEWHERE to go soon, the amount of urgency pulsing right against his opening was beginning to make it hard to walk. When he parted his legs too far, he’d feel like his pee was right at the very edge of his exit, like it would take just one tiny push to make it all come flowing out. He was forced to take tiny, little half-steps, occasionally rising onto the tips of his toes, clenching down hard against the tide. After a bit more walking, and still no sign of a restroom, Lydia was starting to feel highly stressed out. She’d skipped her morning pee before school a couple of times, and it had always made for a very uncomfortable ride there, but she’d always reach school rather quickly and be able to go straight to the toilet for relief. At most, forgetting to pee after waking up would only require her to hold it in for about an hour. This had been a lot longer than one hour, and her kidneys were refusing to listen to her demands that they stop pumping liquid into her bladder until she found a way to get rid of everything that was already inside it. She paused at the staircase that she knew would lead back to the first set of restrooms they’d found; How foolish it had been to choose to restrain herself when Avery had said repeatedly that he barely even had to go! It wouldn’t have been THAT mean to pee earlier! She rocked back and forth on her feet. “Um… I need to use the restroom,” she said. “Can you guys wait for me while I go back downstairs?” ‘No fair!’ Avery’s brain screamed. ‘No fair, no fair, no fair!’ He was positive he had to go a lot more than Lydia did! His middle felt swollen and firm, and he was DYING to let it release! But… Maybe they’d fixed whatever the issue was with that men’s room by now? Maybe he COULD finally use it? Ohhh, he really hoped he could finally use it now! “O—Okay,” Avery said. “N—No problem. We can go back down there.” Lydia was relieved that he wasn’t irritated with her, and the three went back down to the restrooms. Avery managed to restrain his anguished moan to just a small, pleading whimper when he saw that the sign was still tacked to the men’s room. No need to make Lydia worry about him, or make her feel guilty enough to hold her own bladder on his account. But, the sight of that sign made him feel like a heavy metal pipe was being whacked against his abdomen, like another cup’s worth of urine had been dumped into his bloated bladder all at once and with no warning. Avery watched as Lydia entered the women’s room, about to do the thing he REALLY had to do. It crossed his mind to say something like, “Lydia, I actually DO have to go kinda bad. When you’re done can you, like, stand next to the door and not let anybody in while I use it?” But, his mouth refused to open. What if Liam was nearby and saw him enter or exit the women’s room? He shuddered to think what fresh Hell that would unleash upon him. He could practically hear the taunts already… It was stupid that the bathrooms had to be separated like that, anyway! He’d always thought it was dumb, all it did was stress him out, make him wonder ‘What does everyone see when they look at me? Will I get beat up if I go inside? Will someone yell at me?’ And the toilets had doors on them, to see what anyone was doing, a person would have to look over the top of the door or lean down to stare underneath it, and that wouldn’t be okay no matter what gender they were. In New York City, there were actually some places that designated both their restrooms as being for everybody. Avery didn’t see it super often, but he always felt safe in those. Any time he came across a restroom like that while he was out, he would always, ALWAYS use it even if he didn’t have to go that much, just in case. If the restrooms HERE were labeled as ‘for everyone’, then it wouldn’t have mattered that one of them was out of order. Avery wouldn’t have to stand out here in the hallway, holding it, while Lydia got relief. Avery tried hard not to think about what Lydia was doing. He was sure she wouldn’t like it if he pictured her with her pants down, peeing on the toilet… His bladder certainly didn’t like that image! It convulsed hard, contracting inside his body, and a teensy little squirt of urine shot out from between his tense legs. “Ohh…” he mumbled, hooking his ankles together and leaning against the wall. “Avery?” Brad asked. “Are you… You’ve had your… thing zipped up for a while,” he realized. “We really do need to find you a bathroom soon so you can take a break…” Avery nodded in definite agreement. ‘Yes, yes! Please find me a bathroom right away!’ His shoulder was still sore after last night, but he barely noticed that anymore. His bladder demanded ALL of his attention at the moment. He knew he had to unzip his binder for a few minutes, but he needed to PEE a million times worse than that! “You feeling okay?” Brad asked. “Breathing alright?” Avery WAS having some trouble breathing, sucking in air too deeply made his skin pull tautly against his bladder, made him wish for a toilet even more! “I— Can we, like, focus on finding a bathroom now? As fast as possible?” “You aren’t in pain, are you?” Avery definitely was in pain, but not the kind Brad was concerned about. “I just— I really want to find one soon, okay?” 
Lydia returned then, and Avery tried not to feel jealous when he noticed how relaxed she looked. Must have been nice to have an empty bladder… He wasn’t angry with her, she didn’t even KNOW he was bursting, after all. He hadn’t told anyone that he was having an emergency, and he was trying as hard as he could not to be obvious about it. He’d been shifting his hips and walking a little oddly, but he’d been able to keep his hands from grabbing, had been able to keep his legs from crossing TOO much… With the ever increasing urgent signals his bladder was sending, he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to stop himself from dancing, though. “Let’s find a restroom for Avery now,” Brad said to Lydia. “Oh,” Lydia frowned at her friend. “You should have said it was getting bad, then I wouldn’t have—“ “I—I’m fine,” Avery insisted. “Just have to…” He didn’t want to tell Lydia that he needed to unzip his binder any more than he wanted to tell her he really needed to pee… “Um… I have to adjust something, that’s all. I’m okay.” “Alright,” Lydia said. After a bit of searching, he’d Avery had needed to come to a dead stop a couple times to cross his legs and adjust his fly. The third time he stopped like this, he accidentally doubled over and had a very difficult time getting moving again. His middle was totally firm now, rock-solid from the weight of his bladder, and it was becoming much heavier than he thought he could carry… He kept trying to prod the waistband of his jeans away from his abdomen, but this brought him very little relief. The pulses at his opening weren’t coming in waves anymore, it was a constant assault of intense pressure, and he just… He needed somewhere to go! His water-logged brain had been running further and further away from him. When he noticed that several works of art here were vases and pots, he fantasized about yanking one from its display and filling it up. When they passed by a water fountain, he thought about how it looked sort of similar to a urinal. No matter what object his eyes seized on, his brain would supply him with SOME way he could try to use it to alleviate his problem, no matter how illogical it was. He had to piss, and he had to do it now! At one point, Brad stopped, and Avery forced himself to pause beside him. Avery was completely incapable of holding still, he continued to jump from one foot to the other, his hands kept fluttering by his waist, tensing themselves into fists. Brad looked at his watch. “It’s actually almost lunchtime, so—“ He paused, glancing up at Avery. Now that Avery was stuck in one place, his pee dancing was as blatant as could be. Lydia was looking at him too, and Avery reddened under their gazes. He hoped they weren’t expecting him to say anything. He knew the only words he’d be able to force out of his mouth right now would be an urgent, whimpering cry of “I have to piss!” He tried to make himself go still, managed it for a second, and immediately spurted a short jet of pee into his boxers. He couldn’t hold still, if he stopped moving, then he peed! 

Brad actually felt terrible as he watched Avery’s emergency unfold. Having seen his nephew ready to burst several times before, Brad was surprised and a little disappointed in himself for not noticing this problem sooner. Avery had even SAID pretty much as soon as they’d gotten to the museum that he had to use the restroom. Brad should have known all of Avery’s claims that he didn’t really have to go THAT much were probably just because he didn’t want to admit to being desperate in front of Lydia, or something like that. “Avery, are you—“ “I— I, um…” Avery faltered, crossed his legs and jiggled up and down. “I— I need to go REALLY bad all of the sudden!” ‘All of the sudden, right,’ Brad thought. Clearly, the guy had been holding it for hours and hours of ever-increasing urgency. He wouldn’t scold him in front of Lydia, though. He’d never do anything so cruel. “Well, like I said, it’s lunchtime. There are places to eat around here, and I’m sure they’ll have a bathroom you can use.” Avery nodded frantically, he hoped he could walk that far… “Hur—Hurry, okay? It’s… I don’t know, I barely had to go all the day, and then suddenly I’m— I don’t know.” Lydia listened to him stutter and stumble over his words and had a very difficult time believing them. If she were a more observant person, if she was more adept at reading body language, she probably would have noticed that he was reaching the bursting point ages ago. Now that he had to go so much he could hardly stand up, she could tell he’d been holding it in for a long, long time. She followed after his hobbling steps, stumbling in the direction of the museum’s exit. “Avery… You should have said!” “I— I mean it, I didn’t have to go that much until just now!” Avery insisted, finally tucking a hand between his tense thighs. He hadn’t MEANT to do that right in front of Lydia, but another squirt had just leaked into his boxers and he needed a nice, solid barrier to block anything else from slipping out! “Come on, Avery…” “I… Okay, so I’ve been dying for a piss all freaking day,” Avery admitted. “I forgot to go this morning, I haven’t peed in… I don’t know, like over half a day by now, and I’m about to completely explode. Is that what you want to hear?” “Um… Not exactly?” Lydia offered. “A simple ‘Yes, Lydia, I should have spoken up earlier, I guess I was being silly,’ would have worked.” Avery looked away from her. “I didn’t want us to have to rush through everything just to find me a bathroom, and then I didn’t want YOU to think you had to hold it just because I couldn’t go…” Lydia sucked in her cheeks. “Um… Actually, I kinda DID hold it longer than I wanted to because I was worried about making you feel worse,” she said. “So, I guess you were right… I WOULD have kept waiting if I knew how badly you actually had to go.” “Well… No point in both of us suffering…” Avery said. And, ‘suffering’ was definitely the right word to describe what he was feeling in that moment. His opening had started to sting and burn, sometimes a drop would begin to collect right there and he’d clench as hard as he could to keep it from falling… But, no matter how hard he tried, it always managed to seep out. A second hand dove between his legs, squeezing even more tightly as he doubled over, walking on tense, partially crossed legs. Brad led them out of the museum, trying not to walk so quickly that Avery burst trying to keep up with him, but not so slowly that Avery had no chance of making it to a bathroom fast enough… Had he not had a time limit, Brad would have gotten out his phone and checked what kinds of restaurants were around here. But since there WAS a time limit that— From the looks of Avery’s tiny, contorted steps and nonstop crotch grabbing— was VERY close to reaching zero, he just headed towards the closest place, which was just across the street. He didn’t even bother to really read the name, he just registered that it was a restaurant, and that a public bathroom would definitely be inside it. The last few feet to the restaurant were Hell on Avery’s bladder. He knew he was finally close to a toilet, and his body thought that ‘close’ was ‘close enough’. It didn’t care that he wasn’t actually AT that toilet yet. It didn’t care that he was still outside. It didn’t care that his zip was still up. It only cared about how painfully engorged his bladder was, and he began to trickle as they finally entered the restaurant. ‘Toilet! Now!’ he thought hazily. ‘Please!’ He barely registered the way the hostess stared at him as she led them to a table, but there was no doubt that she WAS staring. Of course she was, he was practically pissing his pants right in front of her… ‘Where’s the bathroom?!’ His brain screamed as he looked all around the dining area, his vision was cloudy and blurred from the tears he wasn’t allowing to fall. ‘Please!? I need it now!’ Only Lydia actually took a seat, Brad stayed up and pressed a hand gently to Avery’s back. “Okay, bud,” he said. “Let’s get you where you need to be…” Avery no longer had the energy to expend on feeling embarrassed as his uncle guided him towards the restrooms like he was a little kid. All of his focus and strength needed to go towards holding it in these final few steps. With as foggy as his brain and vision had become, he probably wouldn’t have found the toilets tucked away out of sight back here by himself, he’d NEEDED someone to direct him… And he needed someone to get the door for him, because his hands refused to budge out from between his legs. And he… He needed someone he trusted WITH him because this restroom was CROWDED and that made him feel VERY antsy! Most of the urinals were taken, every stall was locked, two people were at the sinks… Wha— What did everyone see when they looked at him?! Did they see he belonged here? Did they— Did they— Ohhhh, he didn’t even CARE anymore! He had to go too bad to wonder about what other people thought of him! It didn’t matter! If anyone WAS looking at him, probably the only thing they were thinking was ‘Holy SHIT, that guy’s really about to burst, isn’t he!?’ and maybe not even that! He just… Had to… He scurried for the urinals, yanking his zip down the whole way. The only available one was between two people, which freaked him out. There weren’t even any of those privacy divider things here, which REALLY freaked him out— What if someone glanced at his junk and thought it looked weird, if they could tell that it wasn’t EXACTLY the same color as the rest of his skin, or noticed how wide the urethral opening was, or thought that the way he held it in his hands was abnormal, or— Ohhh, for God’s sake, he didn’t care! If anyone peeked for so long that they picked up on any of that, then they were just a huge creep, and Uncle Brad would slap them upside the head so hard that their grandchildren would feel it! In all likelihood, no one was GOING to peek at him to start with! It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, all that mattered was— Was pulling out his cock, taking aim and— Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…… And… And… going… All that mattered right now was finally, finally going… Oh, God… He couldn’t hold it… He couldn’t hold it even one more second… This felt so good, this was bliss… His pee was striking the urinal with such a thunderous, roaring hiss that he swore it overpowered the sound of everyone else’s streams, and… And it just felt so good to let go… “Ohhhh, fuck yes…” he murmured softly, allowing his eyes to go partway shut, only keeping them open a tiny crack so he could keep watching what he was doing, so he could keep watching as sixteen hours worth of piss flowed out of him at last… Brad had been extremely concerned the second they’d walked in here, fully expecting Avery to panic and insist he could keep waiting until the room emptied out more and felt safer. When he saw that the only available place for Avery to void was right between two men that were significantly taller than him and with no privacy guards, he expected Avery to be so intimidated and nervous that he forced himself to wait for one of the stalls instead. Then, when he saw Avery just… Run right up to the urinal anyway, Brad relaxed. He was even a little proud, he knew how scary this was for his nephew. To expose his prosthetic without so much as a flimsy divider blocking anyone’s view, that took a lot of confidence and bravery… And then he heard Avery groan… Those… Words; “Ohhhh, fuck yes…” Brad had overheard Avery mumbling things like that in the restroom at home when he’d been having an emergency. It was actually sort of funny that he’d moan such silly things to himself while peeing. But, Brad hadn’t known he did that while out in public as well. Did Avery actually REALIZE he was saying that stuff, or did it just sorta slip out without his notice? Probably the latter, Brad decided. Avery was such a shy, introverted person, after all. It was unlike him to knowingly call attention to himself while he was urinating. That actually made it a little funnier, when Avery’s bladder control broke, so too did his control over his mouth. Once one of the urinals beside Avery opened up, Brad took it. He did sort of need to go, and he knew it would look weird if he just kept standing around until Avery finished… Which certainly looked like it was going to take a while. Many times, Brad had been terribly alarmed by how copiously Avery peed, and this was no exception. Brad couldn’t recall ever being able to hold as much in as Avery regularly did. He’d waited too long today. He waited too long all of the time… Of course, there were times like yesterday on the bus where Avery HAD to wait and had no other option aside from just wetting his pants. But, then there were times where Avery should have been able to go, but somehow convinced himself that he NEEDED to just hold it. Brad knew that his nephew was anxious, but he had so few ideas of how to make that better. He could be there for Avery, he was ALWAYS there for Avery, and he did his best to get him to understand that it was fine to need things and to ask for them… But, Avery never seemed to stop viewing himself as an inconvenient burden that should ignore his own needs because he just THOUGHT other people would want him to. The LAST thing Brad wanted Avery to do was put off his needs until he was in pain. He was certain that was the last thing Lydia wanted for him as well! By the time Brad had finished peeing, Avery STILL wasn’t done, and that REALLY worried Brad. He’d started going well after Avery had, and now that he was empty, Avery’s stream was continuing to gush as strongly as ever. Brad was even starting to wonder if it was possible to overflow a urinal. Avery was actually wondering that as well. He must have been going for over a minute by now, at least, and he still felt a bit of pressure in there… Several seconds later, his release finally began to slow down, and Avery’s body began to really shudder… But, not in a bad way. It felt really, REALLY good, good enough to make him gasp out another moan. At last, he was empty, and he zipped himself back up. His legs felt like jelly as he stumbled away from the urinals. He could hardly believe he’d actually made that… It had been so close! And, he was stunned he’d actually worked up the courage to let it flow right between two people! He’d just needed to go so badly that he’d hardly even thought about it! After he’d washed his hands, Brad whispered to him that a stall was open now. Avery was confused at first, then remembered he was still supposed to unzip his binder for a few minutes now. He headed into the stall to do that. He reached underneath his shirt and undid the zip. There was a rush of relief as his skin was given a chance to breathe once more, but he tried not to look down. Outside, Brad struggled to come up with how to discuss this problem with Avery again. It seemed that no matter how many times he said “Avery, it’s really FINE, just tell me when you need something, it’s not a problem!” it wouldn’t sink in. Avery would keep on doubting himself, he’d keep on forcing himself to suffer for no real reason. And, clearly, all the times he’d gotten severely desperate for a pee break hadn’t been enough to convince him that it was ALWAYS okay to tell someone when he was having an emergency… Avery returned several minutes later, and the two left the restroom. They went back to the table where Lydia was waiting for them. Glasses of water had been set at each place. Avery’s throat was actually very dry, but instead of sipping from his drink, he just looked at it warily. He wasn’t eager to start pumping his bladder full of liquids again so soon after it had just nearly exploded. Beside him, Lydia whispered; “Are you okay, Avery?” “Thirsty…” Avery admitted. “But, I… Don’t wanna…” “Avery,” Uncle Brad said. “If you are thirsty, you should drink. Please, you need to take care of your body.” Avery didn’t WANT to take care of his body. It was nothing but trouble, and he hated it! If his body WASN’T wrong, then he wouldn’t have to be scared of Liam and of strangers. His parents would love him. He wouldn’t have ever gone to that stupid phony therapy center. He wouldn’t have night terrors. He wouldn’t be afraid of everything. His body had caused all of those things to happen. Still, Avery drank his water, and his throat felt much better. Later, back at the hotel, Brad again took Avery into the stairwell so they would have some privacy to talk. ‘Take care of your body’ was the main message Brad wanted to get across to him, and ‘my body is my enemy’ was what Avery tried to explain. “Avery… Bud,” Brad said. “All of those things? Your parents, the bullies, that torture center? Your body didn’t cause ANY of them. Cruel people did. There are some people who are awful, you’ve just unfortunately had to meet a lot of them. But, that’s not the fault of you or your body, You are not the problem, those people are. You just need… You need to focus on the good people, okay?” “But, I’m scared if I do something wrong, the good people will leave…” “If someone leaves you for needing to pee, they aren’t a good person,” Brad said. “I would never leave you for that. Lydia wouldn’t, either. It’s okay, I promise.”
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  41. I CAN FLY! I CAN FLY! I CAN FLY!
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  42. I think it starts with 1 girl pissing herself then the other girl does it as well
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  43. Hmmm.... 1. The ability to somehow sense or perceive the bladder status of anyone in my vicinity. This includes present and maximum capacity, as well as psychological or physiological factors that help or hinder the ability to hold. (Sound of running water, tight clothing, urinary tract infection, etc.) This would be fun on its own merits, and also give me a sort of situational awareness of all the people around me, which would be very useful for sneaking around and not letting anyone get the jump on me. (Not much use when it comes to cameras, but see wish number two.) 2. The ability to instantly put anyone into a trance state by making eye contact - as in, a deliberate choice on my part, not everyone who looks me in the eye suddenly spacing out - so that I can plant suggestions like "you really have to go to the bathroom right now and you might not make it" and "you won't be able to feel how full your bladder is until the next time you fall asleep", which, while niche on the surface, could also be invaluable for social engineering and intelligence gathering. Not going to lie, I would probably end up using it on myself (through the use of a mirror) far more than I would end up using it on other people, but it would be nice to have that option in a pinch. 3. A revolutionary breakthrough in materials science that allows for the mass production of pads, liners, diapers, and other incontinence products that are completely biodegradable to dispose of and carbon neutral to produce, as well as being far more economical to manufacture than the present industry standard, thereby prompting an industry wide transition to the new materials.
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  44. cold water hitting my naked leg always does it for me~ I start peeing and can't stop no matter how hard I try lol
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  45. In the file DpMEmilyComesHomeDiaperEmergencyCouchDiaperedWets.mp4 from here: Emily is diapered instead of putting the diaper on herself, tho. There is also a video from Dani Picas where she wakes up and desperately puts on a diaper, but I don't think it's okay to post this here.
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    This is one of the more recent SanwaPub/SanwaShuppan releases. It's filmed in the photographer's apartment (you can see his camera gear and art books on display from time to time in the background :P). A single girl wets pull ups regularly and is cleaned up and changed by the hands of a male assistant/the photographer and occasionally changes herself. There is a brief bathroom scene as well. This one was hard to find, I hope this will help it get out into the world a little more 🙂
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    © I do not own this

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  48. I mean i guess it depends on the situation, most times ive ever tried diapers I didn’t really have a lil space and was kinda felt like a middle where i was just a big kid who just watched tv and made dinner or watched streams like any usual day. But i also have understood more over the years, sometimes i can absolutely be younger in lil space too
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  49. It’s been just slightly over a decade since I figured out I was into holding. I remember sitting there are the computer in high school reading stories and researching it. I even wrote some short stories about needing pee really badly. I’m not sure what happened to them but I’d love to find them again. I remember dreaming of having a 1L bladder and not even be phased by having to pee. The most I ever accomplished was just under 950mL and that was absolutely the most desperate I’d had been yet. I remember the first time wetting and what joy it brought it. It was a thrill I had never experienced intentionally but was it fun. I know I’m just rambling but does anyone else ever reminisce on when they first got into holding/wetting?
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