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  1. SL-535

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    SL-535 - Urinating emergency! OL’s holding pee to the limit then wetting or pissing on the company’s veranda. VOL. 6 Enjoy
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  2. Here’s another story. All characters are adults in college, though I don’t mention their ages. I just want to make that clear, since some of the behaviors of characters are immature. ———————————————————— Hiking with My Crush Gosh, Casey is so.. pretty.. Her small, cute olive nose and cheek bones lightly scattered with faint-brown freckles. My hearts beckons out of my chest just thinking about giving it a peck. And her hair: gosh, when her white smile stretches from ear to ear during her easily-induced chuckles, her light-brown tendrils unlatching from behind her ears to the front of her face, framing it as her hair falls to her jaws. Oooo, I don’t even know which part of her is better?! How cou— “Tony?! Tony?!” “H-huh, w-w-whu—“ “I said: ‘Are you ready to go, Tony?—already lost, why am I not surprised..” “Oh yeah, of course! I’m ready: ready Freddy, right Casey?” “Gosh, you’re so lame..” “Okay — here’s the thing — while we’re hiking, you stay all the way over there, yes, over there by Kenny, and I’ll be over here, next to Roger; capeesh?” “Wel—I.. I was thin—“ “Alright guys! Everything’s packed—Elliot don’t forget the map like last time, got freakin’ damn-near lost because of you—“ “Right, says the man who said he knew the trail by heart; don’t worry, Roger, I’ll make sure to totally forget the map just to rub it in your face.” “—the only thing that’s going to be rubbed is your face in the dirt when I shove it into the ground like last time; just get the damn map!” Gosh those two never let up, always bantering and butting their egos together. That shit gets so annoying at times — like when Elliot forgot the map: they kept going back and forth the whole hike, trying to get in the last clever diss; until when we reached the pond and Roger impatiently shoved Elliot into it.. totally wasted the time needed to cover the entire trail and had to go back to the start before it got extremely dark. At least I got to stand next to Casey whilst we watched them wrestle in the pond. Man, she was wearing these light-grey girdle leggings, which made it almost impossible not to look at her perfectly slim thighs: tanned-olive and slim, and her upper inseams almost touching; I tell myself constantly not to stare, but sometimes the trail inclines and I’m right behind her, so my eyes have hardly anywhere else to look upon. Just being next to her— “TONY?! Come on, what is wrong with you!?” “Ahh!—SSSS—why the hell are you punching me for?! “I keep calling and calling, and you just stand there.. lost.. What are ya, deaf?!” Ugh, as pretty as she is, she gets real harsh real quick at times.. “Hey, Kenny, what’s going on?” Yep, the same raised eyebrows as a response. Frankly, I don’t get why Kenny even comes along if he’s gonna act like a wallflower. Gosh, is that why Casey keeps me next to him. No.. I’m no wallflower! We’re thirty minutes into the trail, having cut through forest with relatively little slopes, but after a narrow right turn, we arrived at a steep forty-five-degree incline. The sign nearby says to use the handrails and not the trees roots that branch into the path floor as leverage, but since we ignored that last time, we’ll ignored it this time. The path substantially narrows here, so we have to go up in a single file: first Roger, then Elliot, Casey, I, and Kenny. Forget going one at a time, we just go up slowly together; and once again my eyes have nowhere to go except lay onto Casey’s bare back thighs. I mean, I have to be looking down to watch where I step, but her butt is like right in my face. As much as my brain tells me to stop looking, my heart reassures a short glance should be alright. She decided on dark-blue jean short-shorts this time, hemmed just slightly below the extent of her butt and showing more tanned-olive skin than when she was wearing those leggings. Gosh, her legs are just so.. mm, her thighs as wide as the width of a kickball, without a blemish — apart from a bruise just above her back right knee — her upper thighs slim down to her knees, leaving a gap between them and the upper part, and her calves as mini-footballs and shins slimming down as the thickest end of a baseball bat. Even her feet are cute, though hidden under her short white ankle socks and black athletic shoes: her shoe size is small, probably a five. As she climbs up, it’s impossible not to appreciate her jiggling thighs. Finally we climb to the top, as Casey steps off, her foot catches a branch— “Hey Case—watch out, the branch!!” But I’m too late. Her right foot slides underneath it and she trips forward falling on both of her knees. Her thighs jiggle when they slap shut as she throws her knees together, crashing down on them like so. “Ahh! O-ow!” “He—hey! Are you okay?! Come on, let me help you.” “Thanks Elliot.. damn, that totally caught me off..” ..I froze in my trek, my eyes starring up at her as she had fallen, then helped up and brushed the brown dust off her scrapped knees. She turns around mid-speech to catch me starting at her, and our eyes meet cutting her off.. “..guard..” Since I was at an incline, my head was below her butt. When she fell, my eyes caught something twinkle from between her upper thighs and cascade a few drops down her upper right inseam, glide down out from within and across her lower back thigh, and suspend just at the bruise above her back knee. We stare at each other for five seconds, my mouth opens slightly, which makes her eyes widen, signaling to her that I witnessed what she thought was unseen knowledge that only she possessed: she tinkled into her shorts as she fell. Luckily for her, no drops fell onto the brown dirt, merely remaining clinging to her olive skin. She quickly breaks her stare, turning around and continues to walk, as if ignoring the fact that I just saw her do what she did. “Uhh, Tony..?” Wow, she just peed herself.. that’s hilar— “..Tony..?” “Hu—oh, sorry Kenny: forgot you were behind me..” I climb up the final rest of the incline, my eyes fixed on her backside. ‘You know, she’s given you such a hard time, why don’t you return the favor.’ I shake my head, my revengeful mind yearning to get her back, but my heart has her in a soft spot, overruling my brain. She doesn’t even bother wiping the drops off the back of her right thigh. Make sense as I’m right behind her: she doesn’t want to confirm what I know I saw. After covering much ground, we finally arrive at our pit-stop of the day. There’s an amazing flat area of ground beside a beautiful pond, surrounded by trees, bushes of colorful flowers, and tall grasses. We set up our tents, only for Roger and Elliot to began bickering once again.. “What the hell do ya mean you only brought two?” “What do ya mean ‘what do ya mean’, ya dumbass: two means two tents; you know what two means don’tchya?” “My God, Elliot, I swear you’ve got some kind of brain problems: there’s five of us and two tents. We need three: two for two guys each and one for Casey!” “I swear, Elliot, you ain’t comin’ with us next time..” “Well, I wouldn’t have forgotten if you’d keep pesterin’ me about the map.. “HO— y-you’re blaming me now, aren’t ya..?” Oh God, here we go again. “Hey!” “Hey!” “Roger!— HE—woah, woah, woah, come on! Will. You. Both. Just—Hey, get off of him—STOP!” “Look, I get it, Elliot’s an idiot—“ “—Hey! I’m no—“ “—Let’s just figure out a solution, and it’ll all be fine. Getting on top of Elliot isn’t going magically give us a third tent, Roger!” “So, then, what’re we gonna do then, Tony.. I ain’t sleepin’ outside!” “Ugh, no.. how ‘bout three in one tent, two in the other?” “Hm.. okay. Me, you, and Elliot; Casey and K—“ “No, no! Not with Kenny, give me Roger; so Elliot, Kenny, and Tony.” “No, I ain’t goin’ with you, I need Elliot in my tent.. I need to pummel into that brain of yours—“ “—right, Roger needs some cuddle time with Elliot—“ “—why you.. Tony, come’er—“ “Haha, get away from me, save it for Elliot.. haha..” “Gosh, you guys are so lame..” “Okay, Roger, Kenny, and I—you ain’t got shit on me, Roger, I’d like to see you try..” “So me.. and Casey?” I look at her and a grin ever so slightly creeps out the corner of my mouth, signaling to her a reminder of what I saw earlier. Her eyes beckon back at me with worry. “Guys, come on, you really can’t stick me with Tony—“ I open my mouth just about to retort— “Okay, then take Kenny—“ “No, Elliot, we’ve been there before..” “Then take Tony, what else is there..?” “Roger!?” “Nah.. I ain’t goin’ with Casey. I have a NEED to be with Elliot—Oh, hoo, hoo, can’t wait to pummel the shi— “—Argh, Gosh, these freakin’!..” “Hey, what’s with the mumble and grumble, at least I ain’t Kenny..?” She glares at me and continues mumbling under her breath as the tents get set up. After the tents had been set up, Roger and Elliot take off nearby into the woods for some firewood and logs to sit on. Roger figured he could knock some sense into Elliot while they gather supplies for a campfire. I refused to go with, not wanting to rip my ears off listening to their bickering. Wallflower Kenny was quiet the whole time, remained in the tent he’s sharing with Roger and Kenny. I, on the other hand, went to take a leak in some bushes nearby next to the pond. When I returned to my tent, Casey was already under the covers. “Ugh..” “Nice, so the blanket is only for you, I guess..” “Ugh, why do I have to be stuck here with you..?” Gosh, as pretty as she is, tonight is going to be more of a nuisance than anything else. “Wha—no, lay over there—“ “What? All the way at the fuckin’ edge of the tent, smushed against its wall..?” Gosh, I never curse, but damn she’s really gotten on my nerves. “Come on, Casey, give it a rest. I get it, you don’t like me, but at least let me get a proper night’s rest.” “Ugh.. whatever..” “And give me some of the blanket, it’s freakin’ cold..” I try to tug the blanket but she only tugs harder back to her side. “Ha. How ‘bout no. You’re a guy, you can stand the cold.” “Are you serious?” “Did I stutter?” “Ugh.. whatever..” I slowly start to drift off to sleep as I hear Roger’s voice approach in the distance. It sounds like they didn’t any firewood; it sounds like they did nothing but argue. They both entered their tents arguing. Gosh, I kind of feel bad for Kenny.. I slowly begin drifting back to sleep, but am awaken by Casey’s constant shifting beside me. Whenever she shifts, the tent crinkles and the floor moves, keeping me awake. “Excuse me, are you going to sleep or is this another form of torture?” “Shut up, Tony..” “Right, says the girl making noise..” She keeps shifting every two minutes or so. And I could have sworn I could hear whimpering. I get up and turn to her and freeze, staring at her back silently, when she whimpers again: “Hey, are you okay?” No response. “Casey..?” I hear another soft whimper. “Hey.. hey.. what’s going on..?” “P-please leave me alone..” “Hey, look, I would.. but it sounds like you’re crying..?” “No.. I’m not.. leave me alone.. go back to sleep..” “Are you sure..?” “Ugh, Tony..?” “Wow.. okay.. whatever floats your boat, then..” As I try going back to sleep, she continues to shift, only less frequently; but every time she does, I can hear her whimper. What the hell is going on? How can I even sleep like this? While lying on my back, she turns her face to me. I don’t notice at first — trying to sleep and all — but I open my eyes when I hear another whimper enter my right ear. I turn my face to her face and our eyes meet. Her eyebrows are wrinkled and face wincing as if worried whilst biting down on her bottom lips. I mouth to her: “Are you okay?” And she gently shakes her head. I look at how she’s laying: on her left side and in a fetal position. Her arms thrusting the blanket between her thighs, and her eyes squeezing shut as she ever so subtly shivers beneath. It all clicked in my brain. I look back at her worried eyes and mouth to her: “Do you have to use the bathroom?” She gently shakes her head. But I can tell she’s lying. “You don’t have to use the bathroom?” She, once again, shakes no. I raise my eyebrows and mouth: “Okay then..”, then turn my head and stare at the tent ceiling. Her blanket noisily shifts again, so does the tent floor beneath her as her thighs glide against her sleep bag. I turn my head again towards her to find her wincing face and squinting eyes, her arms thrusted almost all the way, just passed her elbows, shoving the blanket in her hands between her blanket-covered thighs. I whisper: “Oh, come on, you have to pee.. don’t you?” She shakes her head again. “Stop lying, I can see your arms pressing the blanket in between..” “Ugh..”, she lets out and whimpers again, this time right in my face, not trying to hide it. “So why don’t you go?” Her stifled breathe whispers back whilst shaking her head: “I don’t want to go alone.” “I’ll go with you.” She briefly closes her eyes and shakes her head: “No.” “Why?” “No. I don’t want to go with you.” “Heh.. so.. you’re just going to shift in bed, and then what, wait it out..?” She squeezes her eyes hard and lets go of her bottom lips, instead clenching her teeth together and whimpers a little louder through them. “Gosh, Casey, you’re going to torture me with your desperation.. get up.. I’ll go with you..” “I said no, Tony!”, she loudly says, almost breaking her whisper. “Fine. But you better not wet yourself.. like you did so before..” Her eyes widen, teeth unclench and lips part, glaring at me silently. “Wha-hh.. I so did not—“ “Yes, you so did, I saw the drops tinkle twinkle right out of you!..” She purses her lips inwards and glances her eyes away towards the ceiling of the tent. “You peed yourself in front of me, I saw it. And I could’ve said something, considering how nasty you are to me..” Her eyes swiftly lock back onto mine, wide-eyed. “I so do not—“ “—Really, you’re going to question me on that—Hah—I mean, every time: ‘Tony you dumbass’ here and ‘Tony you deaf’ there, and the unwarranted punching. You won’t even give me a break, now, and I just want to sleep.” “Are you finished..?” “A-Ahhhh.. right.. whatever.. forget it.. pee yourself then, good night.” I turn my back to her and shut my eyes. She continues shifting, whimpering, while I tried my best to ignore her. But her whimpering only began to get louder and more drawn out. Her shifting would sound in intervals as her thighs glide against the sleeping bag material below her, then go still, and then a whimper would escape her mouth. And soon the pity started to overwhelm me. Finally, I had the last straw, after she let out a loud whimper, and got up going for the zippered-shut tent door— “What are you doing—where are you going..?” “I’m going to pee — you’re wanting to pee makes me want to pee — come..”, I extend my left arm towards her whilst my body is halfway through the tent. Her eyes beckon her yearning to tag along but she responds resoundingly: “No, Tony.” “No..? Okay, no it is; I, on the other hand, am going for a leak. See ya, and good luck; just don’t pee the sheets when I get back. Bye..” I step out of the tent and make my way to where I last relieved myself. As I make twenty or so paces to my destination, I hear a soft voice cry in the distance: “Wait!..” Alas, my plan has worked: I’ve dragged her out of the tent. “Change of heart?” “Shut up and keep wal—..” “Did you say.. ‘shut up’..?” She cuts herself off, realizing she’s doing it again. We walk another thirty paces until we arrive at the bush. “There.. that’s where I went before; so go, I’ll be waiting, laying here by the pond shore.” She looks at me, hesitant. “Oh, come on, I’m not that far away — literally a few feet away. Unless you want me to watch you..?” “Ugh, ew wha—what..? You creep!” “Hahahahehehe, that’s what I thought. Go, so then I could go after.” She goes off to the bush, partially disappearing behind it whilst I lay by the shore. Woohhhh, the moon’s glare rippling off the soft tide of the pond’s waters is so mesmerizing. Surrounded by trees and greenery: it’s like a hidden garden of paradise. She comes back out of the bush, standing over me as I sit watching the water of the pond soothingly ripple, appreciating its soft burbling sounds. “What? Why are you standing next to me like that? I just want to watch the water.” She looks at the water and shivers a little, then decides to sit next to my right and watch, too. We sit there silently for a moment and she shivers again. “Hey.. I-I’m sorry.. about before..” “Hmm..?” “Sometimes.. I just.. don’t know how to act in front of people..” “What do you mean, we all know each other — well.. except for Kenny, but even Kenny, he’s just so quiet, ya know — anyways, there’s no use in acting unlike yourself.” “No, I-I mean—“ “—you mean in front of Roger, right? Come on, I clearly see that. You even wanted him in your tent, haha!” “No, I—“ “Come on, it’s alright. It’s alright to crush on people. But, sheesh, if you’re gonna get his attention, can you punch me less?” “Wow.. you really are clueless, aren’t you..?” “Huh..?” “I don’t have a crush on Roger!” “Oh, then Elliot?” “Ugh.. no—Elliot, really.. what would even make ya thin—?” “—Okay. Not Elliot, not Roger — it’s definitely not me — ... HHHO! Eewww.. Kenny..? No wonder you were so adamant about not having him in your tent!..” “Ugh, whatever.. forget it..” “Too shy to have him around, I see.. hahaha!” “Hahaha, you like Kenny, that wallflower!” “That’s hilarious!” As I continue laughing, thinking about Kenny being with Casey and shaking my head in disbelief, she nudges herself closer until she lays her left hand over my right, which immediately thrusts me out of my drunken stupor. Upon feeling her hand over mine, I turn my face to her, and am met with hazel eyes staring deeply into mine. In that moment, the contents of my brain are thrown into a jumbled mess, frantically attempting to recuperate after a laughing episode: ‘Why is she leaning so close into—?’ ‘—Why is she staring at me so—?’ ‘—Is there something behind—?’ ‘Hey..? Why is her hand on me..?’ She gets closer and closer whilst I remain frozen in place and resting backwards against my arms until her eyes are inches from my own. And it was in that tense moment when my brain pieces together what she was doing, forcibly shutting my eyes and leaning my head forwards. My lips receive a soothing warmth of pressure, which make my own take a mind of its own and begin to move to the rhythm of her lips on my face. My brain beckons internally: “she wants you, ya dimwit..” She releases me and whimpers, my eyes immediately fling open at the sound, falling upon her hands smushed in between her upper thighs. “Wha—.. he— ww-wha—“ My mind a jumbled mess of words and emotions. She squints her eyes and bites her bottom lips, whimpering again whilst her hands clench herself between her thighs. “What’s wrong?” “Oh.. nothing, nothing.. it’s just.. kissing you.. has..” “Hm..? Oh, oh, I see.. that’sss.. okay, right..?” “Hehe, yes.. I want to keep—“ Cutting her speech off into my lips as she leans into me once more, swiftly mounting herself onto to me thereafter. She does as she pleases with me, debilitated by a swirl of emotions riding against my mind, as a tingling warmth explodes in my chest and tantalizingly grows slowly beneath me; it grows beneath her clothed pelvis, which she’s compressed against me. My chest bursts with flames within and only flares as I press my growing self into her pelvis, my heart gradually racing with excitement. Her lips suck the excitement out my very lips and then moans it back into mine, pressing her pelvis harder into me in response to the building pressure she feels pressing into her.l Her lips release, her voice beckoning an amalgamation of moans and whimpering and simultaneously thrusts her hands between our pelvises, taking hold of herself whilst her hands brush against the bulge beneath her. She grooves her supple waist into me, whilst her hands are smothered between both our pelvises, continuing to whimper and moan. She lets go of herself, grabs my right hand and guides its palm across the damp front of her jeans shorts: I feel a wetness across my palm and fingers. “Press-ss-ss..”, her S’s linger every time she strokes her pelvis into mine. I grab that wet part of her shorts and press my hand forwards into her, which she positively responds with a groan, her breathe quickly picking up, suddenly. She bites harder down onto her lips, whimpering beneath them, her eyebrows wrinkled and eyes squinting, until her whimpers become outright moans which breach her bitten lips; she hunches forwards, resting against her right hand beside my left underarm, our torsos hovering a few inches apart. As the pressure in her pelvis ramps up, her jaw flings wide open and her throat ready to let loose, she thrusts her face into my chest and moans into it whilst tightly grasping my shirt with her left hand. As the vibrations of her moans permeate into my ribs, and her torso pressed into mine violently shivers, I feel a sudden explosion of warmth erupt into the palm of my right hand cupped tightly against her. Another hot warmth erupts again whilst her moan reignites harder into my chest, her body shivering again into mine as I feel some kind of hot stream trickling out from between my fingers and down my wrist.. ‘..Did she.. no..?’, my mind for a second reflects before denying and thinking of what I hoped she released into my hand. My chest excited that I’m making her response like so, I press harder into her pelvis and move my hand up and down, to which she affirmatively beckons from her throat into my shirt, and shivers violently into me, another hot explosive liquid erupting out from her jean-shorts and into my hand, vibrating strongly beneath the fabric. I keep rubbing and she only continues releasing her warmth into me.. However, I quickly begin questioning why there’s so much.. I figured maybe I just made her.. her.. finish.. but there so much.. finishing..? She keeps going, yet I stop moving my hand; she still continues, moaning and whimpering into my chest whilst my still hand is fully enveloped with surrounding hotness. It seeps into my khaki shorts below her, wetting my hard self with intense trickling warmth. I move the back of my hand against her trickling left inner thigh and slide my soaked fingertips up the hem of her shorts, which are met with a constant stream of hotness flowing through her panties— Oh my.. is she freakin’ peeing on me—? “Hey, what’r-yy—are you peeing on me??” I try separating myself from her with my left hand, pushing it into her waist, whilst she cuts her streaming onto my right, but continues clinging herself to my chest, her arms tied around my lower waist.. She whimpers into my chest, sobbing, and refusing to remove her face digging into me: “I-I.. I’m s-sorry-y-y..” “You t-turned me on-n, b-but I couldn’t.. couldn’t hol—ld back-k-k..” “D-Didn’t you go behind the bush..?” “I c-couldn’t go.. I-I.. I was-s-s too n-nervous—p-please don’t tell.. any-anybody..” Although I was annoyed that she literally went on my hand and shorts — I was ready to throw her off me — another thought lingered in my mind, a dirty thought: ‘wasn’t that kind of hot?’ ‘I mean, she peed on you, which is gross, but something about having your hand against her when she was cool just suddenly erupt with intense heat was.. I don’t know.. and though she peed on you and you’re grossed out, your lower self refuses to retreat.. in fact, just replaying it in your mind is re-igniting..’ “Hey, hey.. it’s okay..”, sliding my left hand from her right lower waist and against her lower back, caressing it. She unhooks her sobbing face out from my chest: “W-what..?” “It’s totally fine, it was an accident—actually it’s kind of my fault: I made you do this.” “Huh..?”, her incredibly wrinkled eyebrows beckon. I move the fingers still lodged in her shorts, pressing them into her panties, causing her body to jerk, unexpectedly. “W-wha— you—“ “It’s okay, let’s just keep going..” “Y-you want to keep g-going.. but I-I.. I still have to pee..?” “Then pee, you’ve already started..?” Her red, teary hazel eyes freeze their stare into mine, and lips part in shock.. “Keep.. going..?” “Ho—how c-can I keep going now.. with you.. staring at me like that..?” I smile, nodding my head. I wrap my left arm around her waist and squeeze her lower abdomen tightly into mine: “Like this..”, placing pressure on her belly whilst my right-hand fingers resume on her surface over her freshly warm-soaked panties. Her eyes water from tingling pressure and moans her voice into my face. She rests her right ear against my palpable chest, listening to the state of my heart as the hotness in her lower abdomen imminently resumes its exit. She violently shivers into my torso as my fingers are reintroduced to her hot flow, urinating out from beneath her panties as my fingers caress her pulsating self. I remove my fingers out from the hem and reacquaint with her leaking panties as my slippery hand slips underneath the front of her shorts and glide over the utterly soaked and hot front of her panties beneath. Her throbbing self kisses the palm of my right hand as she sloshes in the pool of her hot pee beneath her shorts. The working hand wringing her pelvis with a plethora of sensations reflected onto her face, those throat’s moans soothe any ear. Consequently, my shorts explode with her warmth and engulf its throbbing guest, who couldn’t get any more harder though it yearns. I remove my hand and quickly motion to stand. I continue to do as I please with her — the embarrassment of her releasing onto to me removing any opposition to my demands — fondling her beneath her soaked-dark shorts, glistening in the moonlight and audibly squelching as my hand displaces the flow of her hot liquid against the skin of her pelvis. Her inseams gleam as her yellow trickles gracefully out from between her upper thighs. My left hand grabbing the back of her shorts, feeling her flow having travelled up the back of them, finally resting it in her left back pocket. She continues into her shorts whilst my hand toys with her, still squelching as I play with her panties. The back of her thigh shine and glow as the moonlight reflects the spiraling and wavy trickling narrowly flowing down her legs, splattering on the mud below her feet. As my lips mingle with hers, the hand kissing the second pair in her shorts, causing her knees to betray her, she giggling into my face at her silliness. She continues moaning until she unloads that last few drops out from between her thighs. Keeping her face attached to mine, she relinquishes her lips and whispers: “You can’t.. hhmmm—“ “—I know, I know: I can’t tell anyone..” “..yeah..” “..who would there be to tell..?” “We can’t go back like this.. jump.” “Hhmmm.. W-what?” “Jump into the pond, I’ll follow you.”l We both jumped into the pond, washing ourselves though it being quite cold. We didn’t have any towels, so we quickly snuck back to our tent and dried ourselves with one of each of our dried shirts that we had packed, yet it was not enough to fully do the job. So we snuggled together beneath that one blanket, drying off whatever was left of wetness, and continuing what we left unfinished by the pond. And the rest was history..
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  3. Heres a youtube chiropractor video with suspect wet panties and added cameltoe bonus. Well worth a view:
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  4. I have so many fantasies but no one here to play with so I'm gonna post a few here. I'd love to hear some of yours! I'd love to go out for some drinks with someone, making sure they stay super well hydrated on top of the alcohol consumption. When they start getting so desperate that they can't sit still, we would head home on a train or bus, them doing all they can to avoid leaking in public... Then of course once we get home I'd fuck their brains out before letting them go. I take forever to have an orgasm... So a big fantasy of mine is to have someone completely desperate make me cum before they're allowed to pee. Ideally they'd be so desperate that it impacts their ability to pleasure me hehe Another is to just tease someone with my tongue while they try their hardest not to leak in my face! Aaaand vice versa 😅 I'm definitely more of a domme in my fantasies but god damn the idea of grinding my desperate pussy on someone's face... So hot. Anyway please tell me ur fantasies, and maybe I'll post back here with more later 😊
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  5. Hi! I've been trying for a while to write a diaper story that wasn't about regression or submission but that depicted the diaper as a liberating and empowering tool. These are the first three parts of a seven parts story. This story is about diapers, but it does not feature age regression or master/slave dynamics. If that doesn't work for you, I understand! 🫂 If you are interested: please give a read at the first two chapters and give me your opinion! 😄 P.s.: English is not my native language, if you spot any mistake I appreciate a correction 😅 TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMICS PART 1: CRISIS REACTION IN A FREE MARKET ECONOMY Advanced Economics was going to be the death of me. The class was tough enough by itself, but it was made worse by the competitiveness of the others... it was a small class, only about twenty five of us, but my classmates' hostile and cutthroat demeanor was really making it so much more difficult! I hadn't had a sound night of sleep in... well... months, my nails were all but bitten off, and lately the stress had even given me bathroom problem. The muscles in my belly were so tensely squeezed around my bladder that every time I sat on the toilet to pee only a tiny trickle would come out. letting go had always been a big problem for me... Honestly, I was starting to think I would not make it through my master degree. And the professor! My god, professor Samantha Scaler was a nightmare! Back in the days, she used to be a veritable wolf of Wall Street, but now she was payed by my university an ungodly amount of money to humiliate and berate us, and to pitch us against each other. Don't get me wrong, she was a genius! She managed to make it in Wall Street during the two thousands; not only she survived two economic crises, she thrived trough them. ...and all without even doing cocaine! Professor Scaler was as tough as they get, but she was also kind of an asshole. And she was driving me ins- "Ms. Donovan? Are we boring you?" "Uh... sorry...?" Suddenly I felt a rush of terror taking over me. Everyone was watching me. "Well, since you were looking intensively at the wall, I gather that Robert W. McChesney views on free market capitalism are failing to capture your interest." A collective snicker rose up from the class. Bunch of suck-ups! "N-no no professor! I... I am very interested in..." "Well then! Why don't you come down here to show us what you have learned? "What?? I mean... professor... come on...!" "I'm not in the habit of repeating myself, Ms. Donovan! Come on! Don't make us wait!" More snickers from my colleagues. I hated them. All of them. I slowly got up from the chair, my legs trembling so much I wasn't even sure I could walk all the way down to the professor's desk. As I walked down the stairs, everyone was following me with their stares. Most of them were smiling maliciously; one that wasn't smiling was Rico Bennet, the only half decent person in that class. Don't get me wrong, he would have laughed like everyone else if they were watching, but in private he showed me a modicum of compassion, if not respect. But as I reached the end of the stairs and I approached the professor's desk, he was already out of my mind, and my grim future was the only thing haunting me. "Well well, miss Donovan... It took you long enough! Now, please! Go to the board and illustrate to us the supply and demand chart used by - who else - our dear doctor McChesney to explain Neoliberalism!" I was in an absolute panic. Even though I was distracted, I actually knew everything about the subject! I had of course studied the content of the entire lecture the night before. Hell, I had even read the entire 2300 pages textbook at least twice from cover to cover in the last few weeks! But my stupid brain was drawing a blank, as it always did when I was that nervous! The class was seeing my panic, and they just seemed jubilant! I was never popular in school. Not only I was a nerd, I was the worst kind: a stupid nerd! "E- excuse me p-professor..." "Excuse you for what?" She was piercing me with her beautiful steely eyes. She must had been well in her fifties, but she looked astonishing with her elegant and toned body, her long straight black hair and her harmonious face with only a hint of crow's feet on the side of her eyes, that only helped make her stare even more intense and terrifying. Under that stare I felt completely exposed. I was used to wear short skirts and not-completely buttoned up shirts, but right then I felt completely naked. "I... I don't..." my eyes were closed, and I was wishing to explode. "You don't?? Miss Donovan, do you think my class is an excuse to waste time?" "I'm... I'm sorry!!" Please, make me explode! Now everyone was laughing out loud, until, suddenly, everyone stopped. I opened one eye, to see what was happening. Everyone was staring at me in complete silence, their mouths and eyes agape. For a second, I was unable to understand what was going on. And even more difficult was for me to figure out the sudden rush of relief that was taking over my body. Until I understood. A warm liquid stream was trickling down both my legs, creating grey, growing spots on my white socks, and then seeping into my flat shoes and then on the floor. After weeks, months of peeing like a medicine dropper, now I could feel the pee bursting out of my body like water from a broken down dam, and the relief, mixed with the warmth of the urine trickling down my legs, was so weirdly pleasurable to make me shiver... ...until I realized where I was! PART 2: THE ECONOMY OF SCALER I just stood there, unable to move. Especially unable to stop the stream drippling through my panties. Some astonished gasps were now starting to raise from the class, and, before you know it, a wave of laughter engulfed the room, wilder and raunchier than before. "Oh my god! Claire pissed herself!" someone bewilderedly shouted. And it really pierced my hearth when I realized it was Rico Bennet. I never felt more mortified in my entire life, and everything was made even worse by that inebriating sensation of warmth and relief I was experiencing. The stream was starting to diminish, until it stopped completely. But drops were still trickling from my panties and legs, in an humiliating and somewhat grotesque noise. The puddle on the vinyl floor around me was still growing, albeit at a slower rate, and it was almost reaching the professor's desk. I turned slowly to look at professor Scaler. I was surprised to see she didn't look pisse- ...I mean... angry, nor disgusted, nor she was laughing. She didn't even looked surprised, she looked... interested. "All right, all right, settle down!" she started to shout the class, with no response. "I SAID SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN!". The noise in the room ceased immediately, like if someone had put it on mute. "Miss Donovan, did you just piss on my fucking floor?" The sound of an ill-repressed laughter came from the class, but it was immediately shut by a glare from the professor. "y...yes" I said stupidly, as if it wasn't already glaringly obvious. "I'm ...I'm so sorry!" I hated that I sounded like I was crying. Maybe I was. "Sorry? Sorry doesn't clean my floor! It certainly ain't gonna change your soggy underwear that is dripping all over, does it?" This time the repressed laughter were several, and they took more time to subside. I had no idea what to say, so I blessedly managed to just stay silent. Then, as a blessing from the heavens, the bell tower of the university quad started tolling for noon. "All right people, class dismissed. Mister Bennet, inform a janitor on your way to lunch, will you?" Everyone started shuffling out, snickering among each other looking at me, while carefully avoiding the puddle of shame I was still standing in. When everyone was out, Scale exhaled loudly. "Miss Donovan... goddammit!" Despite her words, she still had that weird, calmly interested expression on her face. Was she really so sick to get a kick out of my public shaming? It could be... but strangely it didn't feel so... "All right... go to the bathroom, throw your soiled underwear in the trash and clean yourself as best as you can. after that, come see me in my office!" "Professor... please! I didn't mean to... Am I in trouble?" She suddenly stood up from her chair, and she started to walking menacingly toward me, actually stepping in my urine with her expensive-looking high-heels shoes! "Miss Donovan, did I stutter?" "n-no... but..." "Yes, butt. The one that is covered in your own urine right now. So go clean it up and take it to my office. Within twenty minutes!" She didn't even waited for my answer, and she started walking out of the room leaving a trail of funny looking wet stamps behind her. I stood like there for minutes, incapable to move. The liquid warmth that I found so embarrassingly pleasurable a few minutes before was turning into cold dampness, and the smell was starting to rise to my nostrils. When the janitor showed up, I run out of the room covering my face, hoping that no one else would see me on my way to the bathroom. Several minutes later, professor Scaler's office. I knocked at the door so weakly I thought impossible she could hear it. I thought that, if she didn't hear it, I could use it as an excuse and maybe get away it it. "Yes, come in!" she shouted from inside. I opened the door, as slowly I could. "Come on! Let's move it! You're three minutes late" "I-I'm sorry..." "Will you fucking ever stop saying that you're sorry? 'Sorry' doesn't fix one fucking thing! Now come on, close that door and come sit down" she pointed at a fine chair in front of her desk. Her office was striking, just like her. A mix of modern furniture and ancient decòr that was really working. The mahogany desk was sided by a comfortable looking scandinavian couch, and it had in front two design chairs made of tubular metal and leather. "B-but, professor... My skirt is still a little..." "I don't care about your piss! come on, don't take all day, will you?" I closed the door behind me and I crossed the room, going to sit in one of the two chair. "So, this is what happened today: you were distracted, and then you pissed yourself in my class." "I did. And I'm so sor-... I mean... I whish to..." "Why didn't you answer?" "...what...?" "Why didn't answer my question, in class, about neoliberalism. I know you knew the answer!" "Professor... how do you know that...?" "Oh please! What do you think my previous job, your future job, was all about? Reading people! Reading politicians, reading CEOs, reading the mass of sheepish consumers, to study their behavior, to spot the outliers, and ultimately to predict what they are going to do next. You are an outlier all right: I was able to spot your uniqueness on day one. Although, I have to admit... I did not predict you bursting into pee in front of everyone like that!" I was about to say I'm sorry again, but i managed to stop just in time, and instead I just stared at the floor. "Luckily..." She said, putting a lot of emphasis on the word, "I happen to have a solution for you!" She turned on her swiveling leather chair to open a cabinet behind her, from which she took a white, folded, sheet-looking thing that she slammed hon her desk. I looked at it, without understanding. Then I looked at her, then again at it. "It's a diaper." She said, matter-of-factly. "A-a diaper? ...you mean... no! Certainly not!!" the skin of my face was on fire from the shame and the humiliation of that suggestion. "Certainly yes!" She just answered, half smiling. "Professor... it was just an accident! It never happened before and it won't happen again! I don't need this 'solution'!" "Miss Donovan, this is not the solution to your 'pissing yourself' problem. It's a solution to your bigger problem. But it doesn't matter: it wasn't a suggestion anyway. You will put this diaper on, or you will fail my class!" "P-professor... you can't..." "I can and I will. Now, I assume you are still not wearing panties?" I nodded while still looking at the floor under the desk. "Good. Now, lie down on the couch and remove your skirt for me, will you?" "P-please, professor, please...! This too cruel a punishment! Are you going to ignore morality just like that?" "Ignore morality? My dear we are not lawyers, we are economists! We don't just "ignore" morality..., we don't even know what the damn word means!" I looked with desperation at her, refusing to move from my chair. "Besides, this is not a punishment. but I don't expect you to understand that yet. Just... stop fussing about this! I'm not asking you to do any creepy, sexual shit! Pretend like this is the school's nursery: just to lie down, relax yourself and let me put a diaper on you!" I could have just walked away, but I had worked too hard, suffered too much, to just give up like that. I shakingly rose from the chair and I went to lie down on the comfortable but firm couch. I pulled down my skirt, over my feet and dropped it on the floor. Then I covered my face with my hands. And there I stood, with my crotch completely exposed, on my professor's couch. A faint smell of urine still floating in the air. I heard the professor standing up, followed by the suave sound of her heels and by a crackling plastic noise. I felt her sitting next to me and gently taking away my shoes, still moist despite staying ten minutes under the hand drier. I had already thrown away my white socks, so now I was completely naked from the waist down. "Ok, miss Donovan. Raise your bottom up!" That sentence sounded so weird that I could barely believe I had heard it. I felt something soft sliding under my butt, then she gently pushed my tummy down, and I felt a peculiar, but not unpleasant, crackle under me. "Good. Now I'm going to wipe you clean with a moist wipe. You might feel tempted to be aroused by it. ...please don't! As I said, this doesn't have to be creepy. Plus, you're really not my type!" I think that was meant to be a joke, but it only helped making me even more uncomfortable. Especially when she started doing it and I actually did found it kind of pleasurable. "Ok, the powder now. this is going to feel a little funny!" Oh, THAT was going to feel funny? The sweet perfume of talcum pervaded my senses, and then I felt my groin being encased in a wrap, softly and firmly at the same time. "Ok, all done! It wasn't so hard, was it?" she said patting me on my waist. The pat made a plastic crackling noise. "...you can look now, miss Donovan! Come on, let me help you sand up!" I removed my hands from my face and, with her help, I stood up. I could feel something soft and fresh between my legs and around my butt. She put her hands on my shoulders, and she drove me in front of a big mirror in the back of her office. There I stood, with my white shirt, and underneath it, a bulging white diaper. I have to say... I thought I would look absolutely gross, grotesque even... but instead i looked... kind of cute. More than just cute, I looked right! I immediately drove those thoughts out of my head. "Ok, professor. You have put a diaper on me! Now can I take it off and go to lunch?" "Miss Donovan, you have misunderstood. You won't take it away now. In fact, I expect to wear a diaper, and use it, at all times while on campus, until the end of the semester." "WHAT? NO! NO WAY!" "Miss Donovan, may I suggest lowering your voice? Do you want people coming in to see who's shouting?" she said laughing. "Professor... you are actually insane, aren't you? You want me to wear diapers on campus? And... use them? Like peeing, and even... pooping... in them?" "Well, aren't you ambitious! Sure, even 'pooping', eventually. But that is going to require some training. For now, let's focus on 'peeing'." "No. No! I won't do it!" "Ok listen. I'm not the asshole that you think I am. I'm really not. I would never actually fail you for reason other than your merits." she said looking straight in my eyes. And for the first time, I actually saw a bit of humanity in her eyes. "But right now, based on your merits, you ARE going to fail. Despite the fact that you know more than all those fuckers in your class, combined... your papers so far have been unremarkable and somewhat chaotic, and your classroom conduct has been... well..." and she pointed at my diaper "'wanting'. Now, even tough it probably doesn't look like, I am really just offering you a long term solution! You don't believe it, and I don't care. I'm just giving you a choice. So, what will it be?" "....ok..." "...sorry, I can't hear you!" "Ok! I will do it!" "Right choice!" She said, with a satisfied look on her face "now, I guess you have other classes to attend to in the afternoon? Good, so I will be waiting for you here at five p.m. for a change, before going home." "A... change...?" "Sure. And it better be necessary, if you catch my drift...!" PART 3: RECESSION STABILIZATION POLICIES I exited Scaler's office with my skirt bulging from the diaper and I went straight to the bathroom, walking so awkwardly, trying both to minimize the crackling noise and to not expose the diaper. I closed myself in a stall and sat on the toilet. There was no way I was going to go to the political science class I had scheduled for the afternoon. Professor Finley always stared at my skirts as it was. What if he saw the diaper... what if ANYONE saw my diaper? God, how the fuck did this happen? Not two hours before I was a normal person, and now... I was someone wearing a diaper! I actually spent the entire four ours of the afternoon brooding inside the bathroom stall, the diaper a constant and unsettlingly comfortable presence. Until, at five sharp, I knocked on professor Scaler's door. "come in!" she answered. I entered the room as quickly as I could, before anyone saw me. "Miss Donovan! welcome back!" She held in her hand a wide glass a quarter filled with a brownish liquid with no ice. The human, almost vulnerable, look on her face from before had gone, and she was back at her ironic, terrifying self. "Come on! come closer, I won't bite!" I got closer to the desk, but I just stood there, since she didn't invite me to sit. "So, how did your... 'extra credit assignment' go?" "Wha... what do yo mean?" "What do I me-... Are you serious? The diaper! Have you pissed in your diaper?" "Uhu... no...!" "...No...? What do you mean 'no'?" "I... I couldn't, professor...! ...I'm sor-.... I'm sorry!!" Scaler stood up in frustration "Again with the 'sorry'! Why didn't you do it?" "I... I just couldn't! I really could not!" She looked at me like you would look at a puppy after they break a vase. "Do you really need to be watched by everyone in order to do it? Do I have to drag you all the way to the cafeteria to do it again in front of the entire school? Because, believe me, I'm gonna!" No irony now. She was dead serious. "NO! But I..." "Then do it. Do it now!" "I can't..." "Sure you can! You have taught yourself for your entire life to clench as hard as you can, to keep everything under control, lest you're going to be submerged by chaos, and fear, and shame. And, guess what! That only made you live in chaos, and fear, and shame! So much shame!" Her voice was getting louder and more pressing at each word. "Now I'm asking... no, I'm commanding you: Let go! Let go of that all! Just for a second! Just like you did in the class in front of everyone!" "That was terrible!!" I answered crying. "No it wasn't! And you know it! Now do it! Let it go!" Suddenly, just for a second like she said, I let go. And it was enough. Pee started flowing out of my body. This time it wasn't a violent eruption like before, but a calm, comforting river leaving my body in a slow wave of relief. The diaper was getting warm and turgid. "Exceptional, Miss Donovan. Are you still going?" I answered with a shy nod. "Good. That would be a fucking A plus, if I didn't have to push you so hard! But it doesn't matter. You applied yourself in the end, and you got results. Look at that diaper! It looks like it's about to burst! How do you feel right now?" I was about to lie, but then I said: "...good...?" "'Good'!? Were are we, in grade school? You are a graduate student in one of the most exclusive universities of the country... well, the state at least. ...can you be a little more verbose?" "I feel... warm. And... relaxed! I... this sounds so stupid... but, I feel... free? Like this morning, I almost feel like... like some sigil was broken, some bond that was weighting me down, and pushing me against the ground, and now I'm Flying... or floating in a daze. A liberating daze." "That's... Astonishing! I have to say, miss Donovan... you have exceeded my expectations! I knew since the beginning you were the most brilliant student in my class!" "...you... did?" "Sure! Don't you remember?" she asked, pointing at herself with the same hand she holding the glass with. "Economist? Can read people?" She looked really pleased with herself. She sent down her throat what was left in her glass. Then she looked at me smiling. "Now, miss Donovan... Are you aware that you're spilling piss all over my floor... again?" "Wha...?" I looked down terrified, both for the fact itself and for the fact that i actually didn't realize it sooner. Pee was flowing out of the diaper and down my legs. In the hardwood floor a small puddle was already beginning to form. "Oh my god! I'm so so-" "You're sorry. I know!" she said, laughing. "Now, don't panic! it's not your fault! That's bound to happen if you don't take precautions! Next time I'll add an absorption pad in there. It will make your diaper bulkier, but apparently it's needed! Now, lie on the couch and let's get you cleaned up!" I looked at the couch, and only then i noticed it was covered with what looked like a white and red waterproof oilcloth. As she turned to get another diaper, I lied on the couch, trying to drip as little as possible. this time I was in much more comfort than four hours earlier. I could still feel the relaxation of my bladder, even though my muscles were starting to clench up again. Professor Scaler came to sit next to me, like before. But this time my eyes were open, and somewhat interested in what was happening. She undid the straps on the diaper, and she opened it up. A cloud of urine smell engulfed me, but she didn't seem to mind. With my diaper still open under me, she started wiping the inside of my legs with a moist napkin. "Now, before I remove the dirty diaper from under you, do you still need to go a little bit?" I answered just by shaking my head. "Are you sure?" she insisted with suspicion in her voice, and she started massaging my tummy with her hand. As soon as she started, a dribble of pee started flowing out on the already saturated open diaper. "Here we go" she said smiling. When I was finished again, she pushed up my bottom without saying anything, and she carefully removed the damp diaper from under me. She expertly cleaned my crotch and my butt, and then she put the new, dry diaper under me. "so" she said casually as she was working. "Mike Bennet...!" "W-what...? What about him?" the comfortable numbness I was falling in vanished in a second. "Ehi, relax! Don't squirm so much while I'm changing you! I just saw that you are attracted by him. I mean, he looks just like an ass to me, but I guess he's slightly better then the rest of them! When are you going to make your move?" "My... move? I won't! We... hang around in different circles..." "Oh yeah?" she asked amused. "And in which circle would you be hanging around?" I ignored her slightly painful jab, and continued "plus, now that he has seen me peeing myself in front of him... and of the entire class... my god...! I will never be able to talk to him again!" "Don't think of it that way... you might be surprised..." she sad, but she let it go. She took out of a bag a couple of thick sheets. "ok, see: this are absorption pads. They go inside your diaper and they... well... absorb your urine. let's try them." she slid both of them under my butt, and then gently folded them around my crotch. She then firmly folded the diaper around everything and closed it up with a tight grip around my bottom. It felt like a comfortable winter glove, hugging me. she helped me sit up on the couch, and then she went to sit on her desk. "All right, miss Donovan. You can dress up and go home now. I have no way to make you wear your diaper when you're not at school, but of course, I would still encourage you to do so." As she started pouring liquor on her glass again, I started fixing my skirt and putting the now dry shoes on. "that said" she said with emphasis as I was starting to walk out "I've shown you the carrot so far. Now allow me to show you the stick. "I expect you to be in my office at eight sharp every school morning, to put your diaper on. Then again at noon for your first change. And then again at five. I told you that I won't fail you for reason other than your merit, and I meant it. BUT, if you fail to show up without a good reason, or if I somehow find out that you are walking around the campus without your diaper on... well, then the gloves are off! I will come onto you hard, I will question you every day in front of everyone, and in the end, I assure you, you will fail my class on your own, unless you drop out first. Is that clear?" "y...yes...!" I said, fear returning inside of me like a familiar presence. "Good. Now go. I'll see you tomorrow at nine o'clock! And don't bother wearing panties!" As I was exiting her office, she called again after me "Miss Donovan, ...you made me proud today! Don't disappoint me!"
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  6. Several days ago I was having sex with a friend. He and I have both wanted to do that with each other for a very long time, so to say it was enthusiastic would be an understatement. He wanted to dom me and top me at the same time. I was laying face down on the bed and he was on top of me and getting incredibly aggressive. (I wanted that and enjoyed it.) I guess the pressure of my belly against the bed combined with him hitting my bladder made me start leaking. I couldn't stop, and every time he thrusted in it forced me to pee harder. It felt physically hot coming out, and I could feel it pooling under me. I was enjoying him too much to say anything. What he was doing still felt really good, so I didn't want to throw him off his rhythm. I just kept helplessly peeing while he went at it. When he was done, I sat up and saw the huge unmistakable wet spot I left. Embarrassed, I blushed hard and found myself unable to come up with the right words. Then my friend tried to sit in the middle of the bed where the puddle was, and I had to stop him and let him know he made me pee on myself. He didn't seem to care that much... just seemed to be a bit impressed that he could fuck someone so hard that would happen.
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  8. I've had a lot of fun on Reddit the past couple years chatting with girls about watersports, role-playing, and especially acting as a hold coach. I thought it would be fun to share a story about one of my encounters. I don't know how familiar these circles would be with the term 'hold coach' so I'll explain it really quickly in case, though I'm sure it will ring a bell. A hold coach is a person put in charge of another's pee hold, usually deciding the amount they have to drink and when, and almost always deciding when (if) they are allowed to go and where. It's naturally a dom/sub exercise and a lot of the time it opens the door for more- pee schedules and challenges like holding for longer or going in more exotic locations. My absolute favorite memory being a hold coach was a back and forth with a new sub with absolutely amazing results. I'll try to find the original chat and post it sometime but for now I'll recount what happened. I'm putting this in experiences rather than fiction because as far as I know she actually did everything she described to me, not just role-played it. She sent pictures periodically and nothing she did was so extreme I would think she was lying, though I do only have her word to go on. ---- I had a girl holding for me for a couple hours and we had planned on her going in her shower when it was time since she was experienced with wetting but not much else and wanted to start simple. When it got closer she said someone came home and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and she didn't have time to wait for them. I asked if she had ever gone outside or wet her bed. She said it was raining and she didn't want to have to change her sheets afterward because she already had laundry to do. That gave me a devilish idea and I said "Well if the laundry is already dirty..." She told me later she was so desperate and horny she just poured the laundry basket out onto the floor without giving it another thought and sat on top of it. She was only wearing panties at that point. I still remember we kept talking for a little bit longer until she sends "Oh fuck thats it. I'm peeing right now. I'm messaging you while I'm wetting my panties and all of these other clothes. Fuck it's so hot" or something to that effect. It leaked through the clothes a little but she didn't notice at first because she starting masturbating while she was still going. She said by the time she came the wetness was getting cold so she gathered the clothes up and put them in the wash (and put on leggings and a shirt so she wouldn't be nude on her way to do so). Before she could even get back to her room she had to pee again, probably from the rapid intake and desperation. Either way she stopped at the bathroom which was available now and ended up pissing in the shower too- just like she planned originally. Poetic and incredibly kinky. ---- I think about it often because of how perfect it was as a result. The gold standard for coaching a hold for sure.
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  13. Sunday is yard work day. it’s over 90 outside and I’m already regretting my choice of tight black bike shirt and a red short sleeve. I’m hydrated, taking swigs out of a gallon jug near my feet. then the urge to pre hits me. But I’m more than half way done, there are about 3 more feet of weeds until the side walk and I am determined to finish. So I sit down on my kneeling pad and begin plucking tender green roots from between the gravel. 10 minutes go by, the urge to pee has passed and in another foot closer to being finished. I scoot the pad closer to the sidewalk and kneel down to adjust my tools. a wave of pressure hits my bladder like a ton of bricks, it’s nearly uncontrollable as I freeze and clench desperately. Then it passes and I crumple to the earth shaking. I decide to stay seated and hurry to finish up, I foolishly assume that the worst is over and my bladder can hold on for another 10 minutes… I’m hurting a little now, but stubbornly keep plucking at the weeds. I rationalize with my bladder: if i let out a little pee then it won’t be so bad, I can finish, put everything away and run inside… so I sit still, spread my legs a little bit and let a trickle escape. it’s barely noticeable thank god so I let out another gush and realize that my shorts are starting to change a dark, wet black at my crotch. that definitely helps I quickly finish, put everything back in the garage and make a mad dash to the bathroom. here is the video of me trying to control myself and failing before I even reach the toilet !! IMG_7423.MOV
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  15. View File JAV-ACZD-044 - Bedwetting sister, diapers and oh so much more! This may be one of my favourite JAVs in recent years, and it is incredibly hot! It starts with one sister who despite her room being full of diapers, has gone to be in her panties and PJs and woken up wet. Her older sister cleans up and changes her into a pullup. This is as far as I got before climaxing several times, but a quick skim through the rest of the video promises lots of diaper changes (both tabbed and pullups), girls making out in diapers, and more! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/15/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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  16. Apologize if this has been posted before, but was new to me.
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  17. I've had pretty bad motivation issues on filming new videos lately, but here's a little something to fill the void.
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  18. such a delicious thought pattern, you have the sort of brain I wish i could know IRL! and you're all for the build-up, too, which is very nice to read and imagine. my imagination has conjured up, again in a bar or a club with a fellow omo, a few drinks and enough hints and touching and suggestive conversations later, that she's so horny and desperate that she finds herself leaking tiny amounts when walking anywhere, safe in that knowledge that she'll never be unconfortably bursting due to this, but also deep in the knowledge of being unable to head to the nearest bathroom. in a darkened bar or outside terrrace, we're close together, and she takes my hand and pulls it under her dress, guides me to her knickers and slowly lets out drip by drip of hot pee, enough for me to feel, enough to cause her waves of ecstasy, and enough for her to feel how it makes me, too. i try to pull the fabric aside to feel the pee coming out but "no, that's for later". another squirt. (and i'm gagging for it!)
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  19. The iconic Playboy Club bunny suits from the 1960s. They zipped up the back, had metal stays, and were so tight that bunnies could pop a seam from sneezing. Because taking the costumes off was a production, they had no choice but to hold it all night if they needed to go. Poor little bunny bladders...there must have been some wild scenes in the staff bathrooms at these establishments.
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  20. Hi. Since i've discovered that peeing is my kink, i had very mixed feelings about it. I was ripped apart. I don't really know why i was enjoying it. It was a cycle - watching omorashi/peeing videos, enjoying it and feeling really bad and gulity afterwards. I told myself that i'd never watch these things again. Guess what - after couple of days i was watching it again. I thought im not normal, i need some doctor, or that it would escalate to more gross and dangerous deviation. Sometimes i was asking myself - why i can't enjoy "normal" things, why this turns me on? Finally, one day i tried to wet myself for first time. It felt good, but afterwards i was ashamed again. I thought im not a real man, that its childish... I've started reading more about kinks, discovering ones that i'd never thing about. Really weird stuff. This made me feel a little bit better, because peeing wasn't so weird to me anymore. Also i was relieved after discovering that kinks are not deviations. What finally changed my mind was a thought that hit me one time. Im not harming anyone. Its just pee, freaking fluid. One of most human things ever. Im not forcing anybody to anything, im just mind my own business and doing what i enjoy. So, here i am. Im into omorashi and i don't care if its weird, im weird person anyway. There's people who are harming others on regular basis, and they are not ashamed at all. So why i would shame myself, and feel gulity for something that its pretty harmless and enjoyable? Greetings for everyone.
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  21. Hi, I don't want you to feel lonely out here so I figured I'd mention I also fit a hard to categorize spot; my partner and I are both she/they enby's. I'm a 27 year old secretary and they're a super smart whoosh-over-my-head data scientist person in their 30's. Its not a dynamic I see often either, but at the very least we're here. Kinda.
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  22. I don´t find the result surprising, and I don´t think it says much about omorashi in particular, as I see the same tendency in other kink-related online communities. Here´s my theories: Why so many hetero men and so few women? Because men watch more porn. If you look only at the posts from those who like to wet themselves and share their experiences it seems to be pretty gender equal, so i´m sure the over representation of hetero men is mostly from those who are only here to consume (and sometimes share/produce) female content. Why? Because we live in a culture where men objectify women, and it´s not so much the other way around. Men are also more encouraged to explore their sexuality. I also think many women have bad experiences from encounters with creepy men and therefore they don´t feel like joining a sex related web community. Why more lesbian/bi/queer women than straight ones? I think that if you´re already queer, you´re more likely to accept other stuff outside the norm, and care less about the stigmas around it. It can go both ways. For me personally, realising my sexuality is strongly defined by a fetish that has no gender preferences already has made me think of myself as more queer, even if I have never yet kissed a woman. I just feel more free in my mind and less straight after “coming out” as a fetishist. And a person already in a lesbian-bi-trans community may have an easier time accepting and exploring their fetishes, so it can go both ways. Cis-men on the other hand are generally more homophobic or proud of their heterosexuality than women/trans/nb:s, and, as mentioned before, most of them are voyeurs, only interested in watching others, which keeps them still safely inside the “more normal” heterosexual context rather than being full blown fetishists like us pants wetters.
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  23. This is just a story of what happened nearly a week ago when traveling across the country, so beware its long! So if you dont wanna read, tap off! 🙂 For convenience I will cut out day 1 of this trip, nothing interesting. Day 2 of flying across the country, I had a total of 6 hours of flying ahead of me, 2 planes, the first one was 5 hours and the other was only 1, wasn't too bad.. right? I woke up EXTREMELY early to get to the airport, I maybe only got 2.5 hours of sleep because I don't sleep well in hotel rooms, so I managed to get a little sleep that night.. I gather up all my stuff early, head down to the bottom of the hotel and sign out, I stand outside waiting patiently for my shuttle bus, I didn't use the bathroom but I did before I tried going to sleep initially, so at this point I had gone 5 hours ago really and had absolutely no need to go, so I was fine. It was a short ride to the airport, go through security and the whole system you know, usual airport stuff.. So now I have to wait 2 hours for my plane which fortunately is on time sooo what now? Well now I decided it would be a good time to relieve my bladder, I felt a slight urge and it was time for breakfast so I might aswell? I make sure the airport bathroom is clean and THANK GOD it was.. I hop in a stall, close the door and use the toilet like a urinal. I RARELY use public washrooms if it's an absolute emergency I will but if I can avoid it I will, like I remember going my last 3 years in highschool without entering a bathroom again, I just refused, so remember this for later. After emptying my bladder I look around for something to eat, fortunately there was a smoothie shop called booster juice, not sure if you've heard of it but it was very tasty! I get the largest size smoothie and when I get it I begin sipping, it was really liquidy almost and had nearly no smoothie like texture, otherwise still good and I drank it all! I wasn't hungry afterwards but still tired so ontop of that smoothie it was time for a coffee.. I get a medium coffee from a little shop in the airport, sit down for the next 2 hours and down the entire cup before my plane arrives. So 2 hours later I board the plane, nothing interesting and new.. takeoff was fine and I felt good, but I was still very tired from barely getting any sleep, so I turn my head over and lean against the wall of the plane, falling asleep very quickly. I wake up 2 hours later and feel a pain in my gut, I groaned and held my stomach and as my body began to wake up I felt it was my bladder.. I remember groaning and moving around like crazy to try and get as comfortable as possible.. my seatbelt was still on and absolutely crushing my poor bladder so I unbuckled it.. I turned around and looked to see if there was a line for the bathroom and there wasn't. The person sitting next to me notices and goes. "Looking for the bathroom?" And I reply with. "Nono.. just looking around!" So now I basically felt I locked in the fact that I didn't need to go for a pee, when my bladder was aching.. why is my bladder so small? I don't understand but I can push out a lot 😉 I mangage to sit.. sort of still for the next hour, but it was absolute torture holding onto my bladder for so long and I decided I needed to relieve myself... there was no way I was waiting longer.. but the worst thing ever comes on the microphone. "All passengers we will be passing through an area of turbulence we advice returning to your seat and refrain from using the washroom, thank you!" So... great, now I was bound to me seat because of turbulence, how could this get any worse? So this turbulence goes for 1 FUCKING HOUR sloshing my bladder around and making me feel sick, my heart rate through the roof because I'm nervous I'm going to pee myself.. As the last 30 minutes close in.. I hold my crotch and whine a little, fortunately the plane was loud where I was.. next to the wing (so also the engines) and I couldn't be heard because nobody reacted. So with 30 minutes left we are approaching our decent, so we go down and my bladder is just ACHING I want to pee myself at this moment to get it all over with.. but that would be absolutely humiliating, especially because I was wearing blue jeans. I am also traveling with my family, and I heard my father turn over and say to me. "Our plane is already landed and boarding down at the airport, we need to.. book it when we land" and this made me panic.. so now I had absolutely no time AT ALL at the airport to pee.. wonderful! How fucking great. So while I'm holding on for dear life, my poor aching bladder begging for release, we land and then I BOLT to the bathroom, but turn around checking to see if my plane was really boaring, fortunately for me the bathroom was almost instantly as I got in the airport and to the right and the other gate for boarding my next plane was directly across.. I run over and thank GOD the plane was late getting there, now was my time to finally pee.. I go over to the washroom and there is a MASSIVE lineup all the way out because someone flooded the stall.. water was everywhere on the floor.. it was so gross. I couldn't be in there any longer so I left and went back in line.. I waited 20 more minutes for this plane while doing a discreet pee dance, wiggling my legs and moving my hips like I was sort of dancing on the spot.. So we board this plane and it takes off and it's literally exactly one hour.. at this point, out of 10 my bladder was about a 9.2 or something and I was on the verge of exploding.. my bladder bulge was ginormous and I remember groaning and squirming in the plane, feeling my heart beat incredibly fast and wanting to piss.. the plane seatbelts NOT HELPING!! After the flight we land and we're all waiting to get off.. I was tempted to take a massive risk and see if letting out a little spurt would result in an accident, I never went through with this but I wanted too so bad.. We all disembark and I speedwalk off the plane, hug my family and excuse myself for a pee.. I went to the bathroom.. found the stall and closed it behind me, feeling myself just wanting to let go at the sight of this toilet.. I fiddle with my belt as I stare into the water and then I get myself ready and.. Euphoria runs over me.. I point myself down into the toilet bowl as it sprays out, splashing right into the water, usually I try to guide it onto the side to make it quieter and to see if I can eradicate any shit stains but I didn't care... I felt my legs tremble a bit and I squatted down, cooling my head back and gasping.. it was the best relief ever.. After letting out a full force stream for about a minute I kneel down.. (yes I know.. gross) and sigh in relief.. bare ass nearly sitting on the floor but I didn't care.. I pull my pants up, do up my belt, wash and hands and now here I am! Enjoying my amazing vacation! And in 9 days well.. I have to go on the same planes again 😩 Hope you enjoy! No wetting just desperation 🤭 someone should be my new omo buddy.. Nah jk I already have one ❤️
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  24. Yeah for sure! I'm in the queer community myself, not gonna leave you out 🙂
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  25. HIII EVERYONE :d u can call me however, but i prefer my nickname - Mint | Mint Soda i was into omorashi since i was 9, but i only found out about this fetish when i was 14 i thought i might quit, but, as you see, i am still here, which means - omorashi for life a bit about myself: i`m a girl, and english is not rly my native language, so i might be a bit bad since i`m too lazy to use a translator properly- i enjoy desperation and bathroom control as soon as i get approved i`ll probably start writing my own fiction | interactive stories! can`t wait for that hope we`ll get along (well thats some long ass introduction but hope you don`t mind)
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  26. in a way, it makes one wonder if we were ever meant to be able to hold it in the first place, especially since we do eventually break, either out of pain or simply it giving out, it’s a very interesting thing, honestly. it’s also especially interesting as often, we can’t hold it if certain parts of our brain are switched off, like when we’re drunk, and such, or hypnosis and stuff like that, it’s a crazy thing to think about.
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  27. The bathroom

    You out yet?
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  28. 182 downloads

    Age play fun where a woman pees in public on the ground and in jars. This videos got squirting and other fun times as well. Enjoy, Rach
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  29. They were asked at their confirmation hearings after they were sworn in and absolutely under oath. Anyone can go watch recordings of these hearings right now and see them being sworn in. And even if they weren't, you are seriously implying it was okay for them to flat out lie during their confirmation hearings to get the job, as long as they weren't technically under oath? I'm not sure why you felt the need to highlight the word federal here. But as you pointed out, there is a process for amending the constitution. If we look at the foInurth amendment of the constitution it states: The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. The Supreme Court, who's job it is to interpret the constitution, even by your own admission, has found that violating a person's right to bodily autonomy is tantamount to an illegal search or seizure of that person. It violates the right of the people to be secure in their persons. Then the fourteenth amendment states under section one: All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws. This is an amendment, so it falls under the "Until otherwise amended" standard you cited. This limits states abilities to make laws that affect a persons fundamental rights and freedoms. A person's body has been found by the courts to legally be considered their property. In the case of a state law outlawing abortion, the state is passing a law depriving a woman of the ability to make choices about her own uterus. A pregnancy can also put a woman's life at risk. A state law compelling such a thing would seem to violate the standard that "nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property." There is another argument regarding equal protection- That in specifically targeting women, and enacting laws that only regulate what happens between a woman and her doctor, but not between a man and his doctor, violates the equal protection clause. In establishing a constitutional right to bodily autonomy, we also look to the 5th amendment: No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation. Again, we have a statement indicating that a person can't be deprived of life, liberty, or property. But, we also have a clause that private property can not be taken for public use, without just compensation, which includes a person's body and body parts. The courts, including the Supreme Court, have found that these three amendments together effectively create a right to bodily autonomy. One of the effect of the constitutional amendments, according to the court who's job it is to interpret the constitution, is to create a penumbra of rights. Rights that are maybe not specifically spelled out in the text, but nevertheless emerge from the text and are necessary to maintain a consistent interpretation of the constitution. Otherwise, you risk having conflicting interpretations and rulings. The right to bodily autonomy isn't just about abortion. It is about being free to do what you want with your own body. Part of that means that a woman can't be compelled to sacrifice her uterus for the life of another, but it also means you can't be compelled to sacrifice your kidney for someone else's life. In Griswold v. Connecticut it was found, in part, that this right allowed married couples the right to contraception. In Eisenstadt v. Baird they expanded this right to unmarried people, giving everyone the right to access contraception. In Lawrence v. Texas the 14th amendment's right to bodily autonomy, the courts found, gave people the right to engage in consensual sexual relations. In Stanly v. Georgia the Supreme Court found this right to bodily autonomy meant an adult had the right to view pornography, if they so choose. Finally, in multiple decisions, the court has upheld an individual right to make choices about their own health care, even the right to reject lifesaving treatment. If you are going to argue that the right to bodily autonomy is not already enshrined in the constitution and its amendments, then you are also arguing that there is no constitutional right to contraception, no constitutional right to engage in a consenting sexual relationship, no right to view pornography, and no right to make choices about your own health care, or even be able to deny health care.
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  30. Are you still taking requests?
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  31. Oh I wish this kind of video with the same soft takes would exist with wettings rather than diapers. Beautiful!
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  32. I have a number of fantasies based around exploring the intimacy of desperation with a willing partner. 1) Mutual desperation. Probably the least likely to happen, but although I'm not necessarily turned on by my own desperation, I am very intrigued by the scenario whereby we're mutually turned on by each other's desperation. There are no end of holding and competitive scenarios that could be brought into play, depending on the particular proclivities of the woman involved. I long regret letting go an ex-girlfriend who subtly hinted she might be turned on by male desperation. 2) The long car trip. This is a recurring one but there is something particularly arousing about the combination of being trapped and desperately searching for a suitable pee spot. Plus watching the denouement, of course. A tempting variation on this is 'the long walk back from the pub'. 3) Going down on a desperate woman. The ultimate in intimate fantasies. Given that I'm a pee fan, I'm not much into wetting or clear-up, so this always happens on a blanket in the garden. 4) This is more of a voyeuristic one, but I love the storyline of a woman who not-quite-but-agonisingly-nearly gets to pee somewhere but nearly gets caught and has to buckle up again. Quite a few video-makers have done a take one this, and they're largely great, but at the same time not quite as they could be. 5) Mild-ish control fantasies. I don't get my kicks out of bondage and hardcore bladder control, but the urge to delay a woman's need to pee while some other important duties are carried out is very appealing. In reality, I don't think I'd ever play this one out, but it's a nice video for my head. There is a milder variation on this where I very, VERY slowly strip off a 1-piece swimming costume from a woman who is begging to go.
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  33. Those are litteraly the BEST. Yesterday my boyfriend and me wetted both in bed and nothing leaked throught the protector. We also wash them at 40-60°C and ours are good as new. We definetly recommend those. 🤩
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  34. Hello everyone, it's been a while since I came across this wonderful video: https://m.vk.com/video643855164_456239050 However, I have no idea who this person is, I tried to do some research, to question people,... but without success! So I want to see if I can find more answers here? Many thanks to whoever finds it.
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  35. My twitter has been shadow baned for a week NOooo!!!!!! ;^; I don't know how to fix it I hope everyone is still waiting, I will fix it as soon as possible. At that moment I will have to stay active on this site until my Twitter can resume posting normally. I haven't drawn a request for this post. Artwork today : Arlecchino What's in her coat? Aether ? Me? Or her bladder XD
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  36. I believe he´s just trying to be realistic. Is not about lecturing anyone. Some people manage to work as full time freelancers and be quite successful, but all freelancers (not only artists, but any other professions) sometimes can have "holes of income" in their contracts. If this happens, It is not a sin to consider to get a regular job to get and secure fee every month for a while. It is also possible to have another freelance job as well. I personally have a job that ensures me to pay the rent, and then I let my freelance comissions come and go. It also allows me to take comissions on my own terms. I mean I have the freedom to reject a comission or a customer if I don´t like the project or I believe the payment offered is not worth enough. So I only do Illustrations when I enjoy doing it and I considers I´m properly paid for it.
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  37. Your wife only received a temporary suspension as it was her first offense, but you and she are free to leave the site if you have such an issue with our Guidelines. You don't involve people in your fetish without their consent. Period. We explained this to your wife in her support ticket, to which her only response was, "well, how can you prove my husband had consent to post about me?", as if showing that we are not omnipotent means we have no right to enforce policies in scenarios where we can clearly tell consent was not given, such as intentionally involving random strangers on the street as your wife did. I'm sorry you feel this is unfair, but these policies aren't negotiable, and we have little patience for people who throw a fit over having to abide by them. OmoOrg requires consent. You did not obtain it. You were suspended. It's not a complicated situation, and we were more than reasonable with you up until now. You could have just said, "sorry, I understand the rules and won't do it again." Nevertheless, for some reason, you opted for this route instead, as if us asking you not to involve non-consenting individuals in your fetish insulted you on a personal level.
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  38. I was at home in my usual attire and became in need of a piss but because NO TOILET facilities are installed in my apartment I had to seek somewhere else to urinate, so I looked round and figured it was easiest to just go in the corner of the room. https://www.erome.com/a/JjFPEchi
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  40. Landed the flight with a soaked pad. No marks on the seat or my skirt which is good. I was next to a mom and her little girl and when I was boarding the little girl was already on the window seat staring out the window. I bit the chance and pretended like I didn't want to cause much hassel and doing a favor to the girl and offered up the window seat happily. The plane ride was rough though, it was a really windy ride until about half way through. Had a flight attendant stop me midway in the isle which was pretty embarrassing but I'm taking copium in that I didn't wet myself. Legs are completely cramped up now too haha. Because of covid its been 2 flights since a while and reminded me how much my bladder hates the plane. I normally don't suffer from urge incontinence or leaks from incontinence but whenever I get on a flight my symptoms are identical. I know some of ya'll wanted to see me have an accident on that plane but that would've been pretty extreme.
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  41. Although there is obviously a first time for everything I don't think I know a singe person (male or female) who hasn't peed without a toilet at least a couple times. There just aren't bathrooms everywhere and that's the reality, and as long as you are not surrounded by people there is no real reason to hold it in. Unless you live in an urban center and have never left in your life you have 95% most likely squatted to pee.
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  42. This chapter was written as a commission. If you'd like a story of your own, you can DM me. *** Something about movie theaters had a way of filling Shelby’s bladder up fast. She thought she probably just so absorbed in the film that she didn’t pay attention to how much soda she was drinking, or maybe the cold temperature inside the theater was what prompted her body’s processes to speed up, but whatever the reason, Shelby always wound up squirming by the time the second act rolled around. It wasn’t like she could just get up and pee, either. She didn’t want to miss anything! Better to cross her legs and endure her need than walk out for several minutes and miss out on something important. And, wow were her legs crossed now. She’d been feeling her bladder gradually expanding for the last half hour, at least; More liquid being pumped into it by the second. At this point, she had to work harder to concentrate on the movie rather than the pressure pounding away inside her. She couldn’t leave now, the movie she was watching was very fast-paced, even if she managed to make it to the bathroom, pee, and come back all in under a minute, she’d lose track of the plot. And, it would be such a hassle to leave right now, anyway. She’d have to ask her brother and her best friend to stand up in order to let her out of the aisle, and she already felt slightly awkward being out with them on what was, essentially, a date. Yes, she was a bit of a third wheel today. That was the sort of thing that tended to happen when a person’s brother was going out with their best friend. The arrangement had sort of weirded her out at first, hearing Nova talk about how she thought Emmett was hot wasn’t at ALL something Shelby wanted to listen to. They were a good couple though, Shelby had to admit. She’d noticed Emmett grabbing onto Nova during the scary parts of the movie, and she supposed that was almost cute. But, what wasn’t cute was how they were both blocking the exit path that would lead Shelby to a bathroom, all while her bladder was presenting a very compelling argument that missing a few minutes of the movie would be worth it if she was able to get all this piss out of herself. Shelby considered asking them to let her up, her bladder was pinching away at her, her urethral opening had started to tremble in that threatening way that meant she would be really pushing her luck if she kept trying to hold it. But, it DID look like the movie would be over soon. She could probably last to the end still… She adjusted her position in her seat for what must have been the millionth time. Her jeans were cutting into her bladder as if they sought to slice it right in half. She leaned forward at first, but quickly slammed back hard against the chair when an absolutely horrendous pressure bloomed in her bladder. “Ffff…” she hissed through her clenched teeth, bringing one foot up into the seat with her and pushing it up against her crotch. She rocked against her foot, while her other knee jiggled frantically. She couldn’t stop thinking about how fast she was gonna be running out of this room the second the credits started to roll. She had to go so badly that she thought she might even end up tearing up when she finally laid her eyes on a stall. ‘Don’t think about it. Just pay attention. You wanna know how it ends, don’t you?’ Shelby scolded herself. She’d held her bladder through this entire thing, that meant she could easily handle another ten or so minutes. Her foot wasn’t enough of a deterrent against her flood, though. She lowered it back down and pushed her hands between her legs instead, squeezing her thighs together as tight as they would go. She watched as the protagonist of the film entered a men’s restroom. He was only going in there to empty the vial he’d stolen from the villain down a drain so that it would get into the town’s water supply and provide the cure for the lab-engineered super-virus the villain had unleashed. But, even if Shelby wasn’t going to be subjected to watching the main actor pretend he was relieving his bladder in this scene, she still had to see all the urinals on the wall in the shot. She still had to see all of the toilet stalls. And, her bladder still shrieked at her about how good it would feel to empty out into ANY of those spots right now. Her bouncing increased as the main character stepped up to one of the sinks, and she cringed hard at the sound of the liquid antidote being poured into it. The loud speakers of the theater ensured that she heard every last drop as it plinked away. Then, she was forced to listen when the protagonist turned the sink ON to make certain all of the antidote made it down the drain. The camera lingered on the gushing faucet for several seconds, Shelby’s back became caked in sweat. Several minutes later, with the last plot threads wrapped up, the credits finally appeared and the lights in the theater flashed on. Shelby knew she ought to stop gripping herself so tightly now that she no longer had the cover of darkness to do it in, but when she tried to let go, the first squirt of her pee gushed out and in a panic she clamped her hands back down. “I really don’t think that pouring a tiny bit of the cure down a sink is gonna be enough to get rid of a city-wide pandemic…” Emmett said. He was the first to stand up, and once he was on his feet, a hand hesitantly went to tug at the waistband of his pants. “Um… That was… A bit longer than I’d expected it to be too…” “Well, it’s just a movie,” Nova said. “You have to suspend disbelief for stuff like that…” her own knees was bouncing almost as much as Shelby’s were. “You ARE right about it being really long, though.” “I… Um… Is it okay if I—“ “I have to pee SO bad!” Shelby moaned out as she struggled to her feet. She was unable to stand all the way, the heavy ball of urine in her core seemed to weigh her down so much that she could only double over and bend at the knees as she tried to lift it. “Y—Yeah…” Emmett nodded. “I… Need to… Do that…” Nova reached to pinch at his cheek, “Aw, you’re so cute when you get shy.” Shelby didn’t have TIME for them to try to win the ‘most nauseatingly adorable couple award’, she needed to GO and they were STILL blocking her way out. “Well, if you need to piss, can we do that NOW? I can’t wait anymore.” They turned to look at her. She still hadn’t managed to pry her hands away from her groin, and she honestly didn’t care if they could see her doing that anymore. “Heh, alright,” Nova said. “I have to go, too. Come on.” *** No fair. No fair. No fucking fair. The line for the women’s room was at least twenty people long, and the line for the men’s was less than five. When Shelby heard her brother groan at the idea he was going to have to wait through just a tiny group of people before he was able to relieve his bladder, she shot him a glare. “S—Sorry,” Emmett said. “I just… I’ve been holding it a real long time, and—“ “You barely even have to wait now!” Shelby pointed out. “Sorry…” Emmett repeated. “N—Nothing I can do…” He nervously took his place in line, and Shelby watched him cross his legs and tug anxiously at his bangs. He really DID look like he needed to go pretty badly, but he wasn’t clutching himself like SHE was. He didn’t need to go AS bad as she did, and he was still guaranteed to get to go FIRST. How was that even remotely fair?! Again, Shelby wished that women’s bathrooms would have at least one or two urinals inside them. Yes, only a tiny portion of women would be able to make any use of them, but they would sure be useful to the ones like her that could manage it! If there was a urinal in there— Even just one— She could be pissing right this second! Or, she would be if Nova weren’t right behind her in line right now. Shelby had never told her friend that she could pee standing up. While Nova wasn’t much of a girly-girl either, often wearing camo and fascinated by zombies, Shelby still figured that she’d think a girl peeing like a guy was really weird. Doing that in front of her could make Nova uncomfortable, and Shelby didn’t want to do that. If she and Nova were out and both needed to pee, Shelby would always sit down to avoid freaking her out. Hopping from foot to foot, clutching herself for dear life, Shelby squeezed her eyes shut tightly and prayed for the line to please, please move. “I’m going to explode…” she whimpered softly, miserable. Nova had been watching Shelby’s urgent dance, and with some dismay she realized it was beginning to rub off on her. As if Shelby’s utter desperation was somehow as contagious as the disease in the movie they’d just watched, Nova’s need for the toilet had gone from an annoying but manageable pulse to a far more insistent throb just in the time she’d spent in line. She now needed to rock a bit from side to side as she waited. “It’ll be over soon,” Nova tried to assure. 
The line was moving, at least. Just very, very slowly. Nova’s bladder would shudder each time she heard a toilet flush inside the restroom. She could scarcely imagine what it must have been doing to Shelby. Indeed, every flush of a toilet would make Shelby squeeze herself even harder. She could feel dampness collecting against her straining fingertips, but was unable to pinpoint exactly when she’d begun to leak. She didn’t even feel the pee slipping its way past her defenses, the only confirmation she had that she really WAS starting to lose control came in the form of the slick warmth beading into her hands. She was wetting herself. Extremely slowly, drop by tiny drop, but there was no doubt that she was having an accident. ‘Hurryyyy,’ she mentally begged the people ahead of her. ‘Come on, LOOK at me. I gotta go WAY worse than any of you do. Just…’ She began to consider speaking up, asking permission to cut… One look at her, and everyone else would know how bad her emergency was. SOMEONE would have to take pity, surely? It would be embarrassing to beg like that, but certainly not as embarrassment as an accident would be. “Excuse me…” Shelby managed to choke out to the woman directly ahead of her. “I… Need to go really badly. Could I please go ahead of you?” The woman turned around, stared at her for a second, then shook her head. “Nope. I’m in a rush. I have to pick up my kids soon.” Shelby could pee so fast, though… She could pee so quickly that this woman would only have to wait an extra thirty seconds for her! “I’ll b-be really fast. I’ll hurry. I promise!” “No, you should have gotten here sooner if you need to go that much,” the woman said, and then she turned around in a way that signified to Shelby that the conversation was over. Nova had watched the conversation, feeling a little stunned by Shelby’s boldness at first. Nova would never, EVER be able to ask a complete stranger for help with such a personal crisis. She’d NEVER be able to admit to someone she didn’t know that she needed the toilet too badly to stand it. That was one of the things Nova liked about her friend, she really just did whatever she had to do, regardless of the potential consequences or reactions she may receive. Nova was dismayed when the woman declined letting Shelby cut. Both because she felt bad for Shelby’s plight, and because Nova’s own bladder was REALLY starting to become a problem and she’d been hopeful she’d be allowed to cut ALONGSIDE Shelby and get relief just as quickly. Nova was now lifting her feet from the floor, one right after the other, like she was trying to complete a stationary march. She thought back to the soda she’d finished during the first act of the movie, she thought about how big it had been and how every drop now seemed to be contained inside her bladder. Her bladder didn’t feel like it had enough ROOM inside of it for that soda. Nova’s Dad was in the army, and as she stood there, jiggling and turning about anxiously, she thought back to a story he’d told her once, about the drug tests everyone there had to do. Her Dad said that everybody had to drink a lot of water, and then wait to be called for their test. But, that the order they’d be called in would be pretty random, so nobody knew when they’d actually have their turn to pee. They’d just all have to hold it in, some of them for hours. Her Dad had been one of the last people called, and he’d said that holding his pee that day had actually been one of the HARDEST things he’d ever done, even worse than all the physical exercises put together. This though, waiting here in a painfully long bathroom line, this wasn’t going to take HOURS like her Dad’s test had. At most, she’d be on the toilet in just thirty minutes, peeing away. She could do that. If her Dad could hold a bloated bladder for hours and hours, then SHE could make it thirty minutes. She thought about other things he had told her, about how when he was doing something really physical and his body had felt like it couldn’t take anymore, he’d push through that pain and on the other side of it everything would feel easier. Nova could do that. She could be strong like him. But, five minutes ticked by very slowly, and the line barely budged at all, and then Nova was cupping herself just like Shelby. She usually wore skirts, and she’d worn one again today. There wouldn’t be much material to soak up her pee if it all came gushing out. It would burst straight through her underwear, spray right down her legs and all puddle on the floor. If she parted her legs far enough, she could probably keep much from getting onto her skirt, but that didn’t fix anything. The lobby of the theater was teeming with people, they’d still see her release a geyser onto the ground… And the floor was carpeted, too. She’d have to pay for it to be cleaned or something. Her Dad would be so disappointed in her if she had an accident NOW at her age… 
Especially when she KNEW that she could be strong like him. Every second stretched itself out just as grotesquely as the girls’ bladders were stretching. Shelby was near tears by the time they were at last close enough to actually get INSIDE of the freaking bathroom finally. The tears weren’t from emotion, not from the shame or embarrassment she felt as little drops continued to work their ways out of her every minute or so. The tears were just from the sheer, physical agony she felt as her straining holding muscles fought their hardest to contain a monumental flood. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t. She still had three more people to get through. Then she was gonna have to lock the stall door, unzip and unbutton her pants, pull them down, turn around, sit… She could get rid of those last two steps fairly easily, though. Shave off a few precious seconds so she’d have a better chance of making it in time. But… Nova was here… She might notice… ‘The whole REASON you learned to piss through a zipper was for moments EXACTLY like this,” Shelby reminded herself. ‘Moments where you can’t hold it long enough to get your pants off.’ And, she knew that there was no way she could hold it long enough to get her pants off right now. Even the time it would take to unzip them was gonna cause her to cut it EXTREMELY close. ‘I’ll… Try and get them off,’ Shelby thought. ‘But, if I can’t… Hopefully Nova doesn’t pay any attention to what I’m doing.’ Nova bobbed up and down and sucked in her cheeks as she listened to another toilet flush. Trying to hold it while inside of a bathroom was harder than trying to hold it anywhere else. Her bladder RECOGNIZED where it was, it recognized the sinks and the stalls, and it definitely recognized the sounds of the toilets flushing. But, most of all, it recognized the distinct trickle of urine hitting water as OTHER women got the relief Nova needed. Her first leak came out when her ears zeroed in on the sound of a stream hissing particularly forcefully into a toilet bowl. Nova felt her cupped hands growing warm as her panties failed to contain the gush of liquid that her bladder had just ejected from itself. Finally, FINALLY she and Shelby were next in line, and she almost cried when a couple toilets flushed, leaving two vacant stalls adjacent to one another. Nova ran into one of them. She jumped up and down as she shakily drew the lock into place with one hand, the other still digging firmly against her crotch. Once the door was secured, she yanked down her damp underwear and stumbled back towards the toilet. She was peeing hard before she’d managed to lower herself onto the seat all the way, she heard it spatter off the seat and splash on the floor, felt some of it bounce onto her thighs as she collapsed the rest of the way down. 
But, she didn’t care. She didn’t care if she got a little pee on the seat. All she cared about was the fact that she was now FINALLY sitting on a toilet, her panties down, and her bladder open and pouring away unrestrained. Her whole body went instantly limp as she tipped her head back, sighing loudly. “Ahhhh…” Her brain went blank for a moment, then she heard panic shuffling in the stall beside hers. ‘Poor Shelby, she’s wearing pants she needs to get apart and pull down…’ she thought. In the other stall, Shelby got herself locked in and then tore away at her button and zip, struggling to do so as her hands kept going back between her legs. ‘Gotta go…’ she thought. ‘NOW. Just—‘ she tried to reach up to her waistband, but the second she attempted it, she was peeing. Not leaking, not dribbling. She was peeing. Hard. Warmth was rolling down her legs, and she couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t hold it… The toilet was right— ‘For fuck’s sake, just stand! Who cares who notices!?’Shelby scolded herself, and instinctively her hands took their necessary positions, her stream instantly being directed away from her clothes and out past her zipper. Pee rocketed into the toilet bowl at last, and after a few seconds of gasping and panting, Shelby’s mind caught up with her body and it registered that she WASN’T having an accident anymore. Her urine was ending up in a toilet rather than flowing down her legs. Everything about this had been so literally-last-second that she hadn’t lifted the seat up like she was supposed to when she urinated while standing, she could see little drops landing on it, and after a few more seconds of gushing, she grunted hard, tensed herself up, and was able to restrain her flow just long enough to pull the seat out of the way. Then, she pushed back down and resumed her release, at last able to actually relax and enjoy it now that she wasn’t making a mess for someone else to deal with. 
Nova was still peeing, she was honestly shocked by how much she’d had inside her bladder. Felt like it was gonna last forever at this rate, and honestly she didn’t think she’d mind that too much. It felt so good, humongous waves of tension were coming off of her. She heard Shelby make a weird noise and turned to look beneath the stall’s wall again. She saw Shelby was still facing towards the toilet, and now grew worried that her friend’s zipper was STUCK or something— What a terrible time for THAT to happen. Nova was about to bear down on herself to speed up her own flow so that she could get up and come help, when she noticed something else. She could only really see Shelby’s feet now, but she could tell her legs weren’t crossed anymore, not like she was still holding it. Had she… Had an accident? Did she not make it in time? No, there wasn’t a puddle beneath her feet… Hell, with as desperate as Shelby had been, if she’d peed herself the resulting lake would probably be flowing into Nova’s stall too. And, Nova heard a stream of liquid landing into a toilet, checking her other side, Nova saw that she and Shelby were alone in here now, the rush of people wanting to use the toilet after the movie ended had dispersed. So, that second stream of pee Nova heard must have been Shelby’s. As if to confirm to Nova that she’d made it in time and was now relieving herself, Shelby sighed happily, sounding very relaxed and not at all dismayed like she would if she’d been having an accident. “Ahhhh…” But… Why was she facing TOWARDS the toilet to pee? And she was at least a quarter of a foot AWAY from it, too. Sort of like a guy how a guy would… Nova’s pee finally slowed down to a trickle and then a moment later, she was emptied. She didn’t get up. It didn’t even cross her mind to. She’d forgotten all about her own bladder and why she was here, she just kept staring at Shelby’s feet curiously. If she didn’t know better, she’d say for sure that Shelby was peeing like a man. But, that couldn’t be possible, could it? Nova and Shelby had gone to the mall lots of times together, they’d tried on clothes before and they were close enough that sharing a dressing room wasn’t a huge deal. Nova knew that Shelby didn’t have a… Uh… Well, funnels existed though, didn’t they? Maybe Shelby had a funnel she peed through for whatever reason? Nova wasn’t sure where she would have been hiding it all day, though. She’d heard Shelby complain about how her pockets were too small often enough that she didn’t think a funnel could fit in there. Maybe she kept it inside her underwear, so she could whip it out and go like a guy would? Nova thought maybe she would have noticed the weird shape that would make, though. But, it’s not like she’d been LOOKING for anything like that. Shelby’s stream finally stopped spraying, and Nova watched as she stepped a little closer to the toilet and did a tiny hopping motion. Then, she heard Shelby quickly zip up and exit the stall, going to the sinks. A moment later, she called. “Uh… Nova? You okay?” there was a hint of worry in her voice that Nova seldom heard out of her. “Y—Yeah, I’m fine,” Nova said, finally getting up. When she reunited with Shelby beside the sinks, she cranked the faucet on and tried to think of something to say. ‘Just don’t mention it,’ she thought. ‘Peeing is personal, it’s not your business. And you were probably just seeing things, anyway. You had to go so bad that you hallucinated, or something.’ Against her will, once she’d finished with the sink, Nova’s vision went straight to Shelby’s crotch, looking for any lump that would indicate she had hidden a funnel inside her pants. She didn’t see anything like that, she did see a few errant wet spots, though. “Um… You want some paper towels, for…” “Yeah, that would help,” Shelby said. Nova grabbed some from the dispenser and handed them to her. As she watched Shelby dab at the wet patches on her pants, she rocked back and forth as though she STILL needed to pee. “Ummm…” She just couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d seen. No matter how hard she tried. It was all she could think of when she looked at Shelby. Shelby HAD been standing to pee, Nova knew it… Shelby tossed out the paper towels. “That looks a bit better now…” she said. She looked up. “You sure you’re alright?” “I’m fine!” Nova insisted. “Just… Really had to go. I’m catching my breath now.” That was a stupid, embarrassing thing to say… “Oh, okay,” Shelby said. The two started to leave the restroom, and Nova KEPT thinking. ‘It’s probably really fun to pee standing up…’ She’d seen Emmett pee a couple times, and while she’d always been more focused on that super cute, relaxed expression he always got, there had also been a bit of envy that he could stand. Nova had always thought that it would be useful to be able to do that, and had been jealous of guys in the past because of it. She’d just never thought she’d have to be jealous of another girl for the same reason. How did Shelby DO that? The question weighed on Nova’s mind as they looked around the lobby for Emmett. He was standing off to one side, looking pretty relieved himself. “H—Hey,” he said. “Sorry you guys had to wait so long… Girls’ bathrooms should be… Bigger, or something.” “It’s alright,” Nova said. “We’re fine now.” ‘Does your sister pee like a guy?’ was what she WANTED to add, but she kept it back. “That’s good,” Emmett said. “I was worried… You still want to come to our house for the night, right?” “Yeah,” Nova said. And that was ALL she said for the entire walk there. There was so much she WANTED to say, so much she wanted to ASK, but she didn’t know how to. Once they were at the twins’ house, Nova had to pee again. She knew where the toilets were, of course. But, she didn’t go to use either of them. For some reason, now the idea of sitting down to release her bladder sounded really unappealing to her. ‘So, what, you gonna hold it forever now?’ Nova asked herself. ‘You’ll explode.’ Shelby had to go again, too. Her bladder had just been pushed to its limit, it was sore and didn’t want to wait. “I’ll be right back,” she said, walking off. Nova followed her, stood beside the restroom door under the guise of ‘waiting for her turn.’ She heard the lid on the bowl being lifted. And then the seat too. Then a trickle of liquid. She’d lifted the seat… Like a guy would… Emmett had been about to head to the other restroom, but stopped when he noticed her. “Oh, there’s a second toilet beside my Dad’s room, remember?” “I… I know, I’m just waiting to ask Shelby something,” Nova said. And, she realized a moment later that this wasn’t a lie. Her curiosity was not going to leave her alone without some kind of answer. When Shelby exited a moment later and saw Nova there, she had a feeling that her friend HAD noticed something back at the theater after all. She hoped not…“So… Um… Were you just waiting to go, or…” “I… I wanted to ask you something,” Nova admitted. “Want to talk in your room?” “Y—Yeah,” Shelby said, leading the way. She shut the door, not really knowing why. Emmett knew she peed like a boy. It wouldn’t matter if he heard her talking about it. “So, I… Think I know what you wanted to ask about.” “Do… Um… Do you pee like a guy?” Nova blurted it out. Shelby nodded, “I do. Sometimes… And, today, I just had to go so bad… Couldn’t handle taking all of that extra time to sit down…” “Um…” Nova shifted. She was starting to need to go a lot more, and she knew this conversation, one based entirely around urination, was going to make her bladder feel a lot fuller soon. “So, do you have, like, a funnel?” “No,” Shelby said. “What DO you have, then? Because I KNOW you haven’t got a—“ “It’s… I have my hands,” Shelby said. “My fingers.” “Huh?” “I just… It’s hard to explain, but there’s this way you can… Aim your pee with just your hands, and your… You know…” “So, you don’t have a tube, or a funnel, or—“ “Just… Everything I was born with,” Shelby said. “I just… Think it’s fun to stand, sorry if you think it’s weird, I know it freaks Emmett out a lot when I do it around him. But, like today, it’s really helpful. Definitely would have peed my pants otherwise.” “It’s not…” Nova trailed off. She was about to say that it wasn’t weird, but that wouldn’t really be true. It was really unusual. There was no way around that. “Okay, it’s strange. But, just because I didn’t think girls could do that…” “I didn’t at first, either. But, I learned how it works, and I tried it, and… I was surprised by how easy it was.” “… How do you do it?” Nova asked finally. “Like I said, it’s hard to explain… I take my hands like…” Shelby put them near her crotch and tried to demonstrate, but with her clothing all in the way it wasn’t easy to do. “I mean, I learned from a thing I read online, I don’t know how to… I mean, are you asking because YOU want to do this?” “Y—Yeah,” Nova admitted. “I don’t know, it sounds fun.” “It is,” Shelby promised. “I can try to teach you, I guess… Ummm… First step… Do you have to pee now?” “I do,” Nova said. “Okay,” Shelby knelt down and looked underneath her bed. She retrieved a small hand mirror. “Um… You need to go pee now, sitting down, and kinda put this between your legs so you can see where it comes out of. I promise, it’s probably a bit further back than you think it is.” Nova nodded, “Um… What if I accidentally go on the mirror?” “Then you wash it off,” Shelby shrugged. “I don’t care.” Nova took the mirror into the restroom with her and flicked on the light. She sat on the toilet and positioned it between her legs as best as she could, but it was a little too dark to see anything. Her bladder, being prompted by the feeling of the toilet seat below her, released a quick spurt that she was forced to clamp off when she realized she couldn’t see what she was looking for. She stood up again and turned on the second, brighter light. Now, when she sat down, she was able to make out the reflection of her body parts. She’d never actually thought to look around down there before. She’d felt it plenty of times with her hands, but she’d never done anything like this. She guessed she could recognize all the different parts from the biology book she’d had at school. She knew the hole pee came out of was the urethra, but she didn’t think she could see it yet. That must have been why Shelby had told her she needed to be peeing while she familiarized herself with her anatomy. She relaxed her lower muscles, and her stream hissed out. She jolted for a moment, worried about spattering the mirror, but managed to keep it dry. Now that something was flowing, she was able to see the small slit that her pee trickled from. Shelby was right, it WAS a little further back than she’d thought. She finished going and stood back up. Maybe, this would be the last time she HAD to pee sitting down. From now on, it would be her choice how she did it. Nova returned to Shelby’s room. “You know where it comes out now?” Shelby asked. “Yeah,” Nova said. “Now what?” “Now, we wait until you have to go again, then you can try it standing in the shower.” Nova was eager to make her first attempt, and poured herself a large glass of water in the kitchen. She talked with Emmett for a bit, part of her worrying that he’d be grossed out if he knew what she was up to. Shelby had said that this whole thing freaked him out. Did it freak him out that a girl stood up to pee, or did it freak him out that his sister, specifically, was peeing near him? Nova didn’t have to tell him that she was doing this. At least, not right away. *** Before long, Nova had to go again. When she first felt the urge, she felt a little thrill of excitement, but made herself wait until she REALLY had to go so that she’d have enough in her to make a really decent attempt at her goal. Once she needed to pee badly enough that she was squirming, she asked Shelby if she could try it now. Shelby had been sitting on top of one of her feet for the last half hour, jiggling. “Ah, yes! I was starting to think you’d never ask!” 
 So… Shelby had been holding it in for this too, then. Nova wondered why that was… The girls entered the restroom together, and Nova just stood there like a deer caught in headlights. It hit her now exactly how unusual this activity was going to be. It really wasn’t the kind of thing she was SUPPOSED to do… “Um… Okay,” Shelby said. “So, you’re gonna get in the tub, and take off… Everything below the waist. Socks too.” She wasn’t sure why she felt so awkward about saying that right now. She and Nova had changed in one another’s presence before. And this time, Nova would have the option of the shower curtain if she wanted it… Peeing was just so personal though. Teaching someone a new way to do it felt… Weird. But, Shelby had to go badly right now, and the sooner this lesson got underway, the sooner she’d be able to release her bladder. “But… First… I’m gonna… Show you, I guess…” Nova stared at her. Shelby seemed uncomfortable at the moment. Nova knew her friend had trouble with being touched, with just being SEEN with her clothing off unless the other person had really ensured to her that she was safe. Those past occasions where they’d gotten changed together, Nova had assured her each step of the way that she would only look where Shelby said she could look, and that she certainly wouldn’t TOUCH unless she was told to first. When she’d needed to help Shelby with the zipper on the back of a costume at the mall last Halloween, to make sure Shelby felt okay, she would pause every few seconds. “I’m going to put a hand on your shoulder now, is that alright?”, “Now, I’m going to touch the lower part of your back for a second, tell me if you’re good with that…” And, each time, she waited for Shelby to say it was okay before proceeding. This moment was reminding her of all those. “Shelby, you don’t have to show me anything you don’t want me to look at. If you learned how to do this just from stuff online, I’m sure I can do it too. Or, you can just talk me through it instead. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” “Okay,” Shelby said. “I want to show you, it’ll be easier if you actually see how it works… But, try to look only at… At where my hands are going, okay? I’m going to take my pants down all the way so that you can see good, and I don’t want you looking at my butt or anywhere else, just pay attention to what my hands are doing. Nothing else.” “Of course,” Nova said. Shelby nodded, and started to lower her pants. Her bladder pulsed at the sensation, knowing relief was coming soon. Relief WAS coming, but probably not in the way her bladder was expecting it… She lifted up the lid and seat of the toilet. “Um… Yeah, it took me a bit to remember I was supposed to put the seat up, too. But, you do gotta do that if you stand, so don’t forget.” She put her hands down near her waist. “N—Now, um…” she parted her legs a bit, prompting a heavy shift of the weight inside her bladder. She had to go… “It’s easiest to do it with two hands…” Her bladder was searing. It was exhausted after her earlier desperation, her legs were too far apart to provide any resistance from her flood, and the toilet was RIGHT freaking there… Before she knew it, a tiny squirt of pee had escaped from her. “Ah—“ she reached and clutched herself with one hand. “S—Sorry…” she added. “REALLY need to go right now.” Nova had been shuffling from foot to foot, and she nodded now. SHE really needed to go right now, too! The sight of the toilet wasn’t doing her bladder any favors right now, either! “A—Anyway,” Shelby said. “T—To do this…” she bounced in place. Her body couldn’t comprehend why she’d been here so long and hadn’t started to pee yet. “You… Make kinda like a peace sign with both your hands…” she released her hold on her crotch, feeling a dribble slip out the second she’d let go. She formed her hands into the proper position and held them out for Nova to see. “A—And, then you put them on either side of your… Um… I’m gonna use the actual words, so… Um, either side of your labia. And then you pull up a bit…” she demonstrated this. “And, then you have to…” with a grunt, she pushed hard against her bladder, and her stream arced out into the bowl. “Ahhh…” she groaned as her taut muscles slackened. “Y—You have to make yourself go really fast, so it sprays,” she explained, breathless with relief. She allowed her pee to keep hissing for a few seconds, blushing as Nova intently watched it shooting out, studying the placement of her hands. This felt so weird… Sure, people had seen her go like this before, but this time that person was REALLY watching, paying attention to every detail of it, looking directly at the spot where her pee was flowing from… Soon enough, Shelby winced as she knew what had to be done. She tensed herself up and forced her stream to pause. Somehow, now her bladder felt even FULLER than before in spite of the fact she’d released so much of her burden. “Mmnhhh…” she whimpered. Her body was begging her to let it pee again, flooding her with painful reminders of how good she’d been feeling just a second ago. Nova looked away from her friend’s private area, “If this is making you too uncomfortable,” she said. “We don’t NEED to do it.” “It’s… Not that,” Shelby promised. “I just… STILL need to go a whole lot, but I have to show you… Ah—!” she was interrupted by another unwanted spurt. “Okay, okay, hurry, hurry, gotta get through this fast! Y—You can also use just o—one hand, but it’s harder…” she said. “You make the same shape, and then you put it down right here, and pull up both sides as best as you can…” she demonstrated once more, her pee gushing out instantly and drawing out a heavy, panting sigh. “Hahh, hahh… This…” she fought to catch her breath. “This is good if you wanna do it through a zipper, ‘cause you’ll need the other hand to hold it open… Hahhh… But, first… You should do it with two hands until you’re good at it…” She allowed herself a few more seconds of blissful, wonderful relief, and then forcefully cut off her flow yet again. A protesting little jet of piss shot out of her before she was able to restrain it fully. Then, she stomped her feet hard against the floor. Why was it getting HARDER to hold back the more she let OUT? Shouldn’t it have been getting easier now that she was emptier?! “Ohhhh!” she moaned. “I… Gotta… Okay, okay, okay!” she rushed out. “So, common mistakes you can make, would be, not pulling your hands up hard enough…” she placed her hands gently against herself, and let a trickle of pee flow down directly between her legs. “Or, not peeing fast enough…” This was going to be trickier, her bladder was dying to spray everything out, intentionally going to slow wasn’t gonna be easy… 
She unclenched, but just a little bit, and a dribble slipped out of her. Her bladder was weakening, dying. She’d forgotten about Nova watching her now, she just wanted to finish this so she could… So she could LITERALLY finish this! “And, if you put your hands too far forward, that will block the flow too,” Shelby said. “So, don’t do that, and make sure you pee fast, and— And… That’s all, okay? That’s how it works, you can try, after I’m— After I’ve—“ She got back into the correct position and relaxed, finally letting her bladder continue draining all the way out. “Haaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh….” she moaned. Nova stepped back a bit now. The visual portion of the lesson was finished, she didn’t have to watch so closely as her friend relieved herself. Her own bladder pinched away as it listened to those pleasured noises Shelby wouldn’t stop making. Nova crossed her legs and hoped Shelby was nearly done… Her eyes darted off of her for a second, then landed back onto Shelby’s face, her eyes were glazed over, her brow totally relaxed, her mouth hanging open… It was cute… Nova blushed hard at the thought. She thought the face Emmett made when he peed was adorable, she had ever since the first time she’d seen it. Now, Nova was realizing how similar the twins’ faces were, both had green eyes, both had rounded noses, the general shape and structure of their faces were nearly identical, too… So, of course, if Nova thought Emmett’s expressions while peeing were cute, then it stood to reason that Shelby’s relief-face would be cute, too. They were exactly the same look. Like, literally the exact same expression. It was sort of interesting that they’d both make identical faces while peeing… The twins were such opposites in so many ways, it was funny that THIS was a way in which they matched so perfectly… “And…” Shelby panted out, breathless from all her moaning. “This is the hardest part, when… When you’re almost done, you REALLY have to push to make sure nothing gets left on your legs…” she grunted as the final trickle of her pee seeped out. “Ahhh…” she sighed again. “Better…” she pulled her pants back up, zipped them. “Heh, what are you smiling about?” Nova froze. ‘The fact that you and your brother make the same face when you pee,’ probably wasn’t a good answer… “I just… That’s so cool,” she said. “Thanks,” Shelby said. “Sooo… That’s how you do it. Like I said, you should try it in the tub first, and take everything off below the waist, just in case it doesn’t work right. And, since you need something to aim at, try to hit the drain.” Nova climbed into the bathtub. She removed her skirt, underwear and socks and put them on the towel hook. Then she faced in the direction of the drain and positioned her hands. She… Thought she had them in around the same area Shelby’s hands had been. She thought back to when she’d looked at herself with the mirror, at the placement of her urethra. She THOUGHT she had this just about right… She told herself to relax and pee, but nothing happened. She still felt the need to let it flow, her bladder was still uncomfortable and heavy in her core, but now that she wanted to start peeing, it wouldn’t come out. Her body seemed to be saying ‘Wait, what? This is NOT how we do this!’ This felt… Weird. So weird. A little voice in her head was still telling her that this was impossible, even though she’d just seen evidence to the contrary with her own two eyes. And, she’d never peed while in the shower before in her life. Even if she suddenly needed to go while she was in there, she would hold it until after she’d gotten back out. She wondered if it might be easier to do this if the water was actually on… Maybe feeling something warm and wet hitting her body would prompt her body to do what it had to do… “Nova?” Shelby called from the other side of the shower curtain. “Are you okay? If you’re not ready to try this, you don’t have to.” “No, I wanna try,” Nova said. “But, I can’t go. It feels weird.” “Oh.” It had been hard for Shelby to tell herself to pee the first few times she stood up, too. “How about I turn the sink on? Would that help?” “Maybe…” “Alright,” Shelby said. And a second later, Nova heard a stream of liquid gushing away into the sink. Her bladder crunched down on itself, twisting and turning. Her first instinct after being hit with such a massive wave of pressure while NOT sitting on a toilet seat, was to cross her legs tight and plead with her bladder to hold on. She actually had to STOP herself from doing that, had to FORCE herself to allow nature to take its course. First, Nova felt a major shift of the weight inside her, then an immense and wonderful drop in the hot, stinging pressure between her legs. At last, there was the warm flowing rush of her bladder starting to empty itself. She jumped, squealed quietly, expecting that in a few seconds she was going to feel hot liquid streaming down her legs and over her feet as her pee just went straight down. But, it wasn’t going straight down, it was going up and out, just as Shelby’s stream had done. She was peeing a few inches away from the drain, and shifted her feet slightly so that it was now landing inside of it instead. Nova watched her own clear stream jetting out in total amazement, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing it, that her legs were staying dry, that her urine was going exactly where she told it to. Nova released a breath from her lungs she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and along with it about twenty pounds of tension floated off of her body. It was immediately replaced by massive amounts of relief as it hit her EXACTLY how bad she’d been needing to let this out. “Ahhhh….” she panted. “That’s… I can actually control it!” she called out, still stunned. “Told you,” Shelby said. “Pretty cool, right?” “Y—Yeah,” Nova said. “It’s—“ There was a knock on the door of the restroom, and Nova’s stream abruptly stopped. ‘This is NOT what you’re supposed to do,’ a voice in her head scolded her, followed by a flurry of unpleasant thoughts. ‘You’re not supposed to pee standing up. You’re not supposed to pee in the shower. You’re definitely not supposed to pee in someone else’s shower, or watch your friend pee standing up. What are you doing? You’re so weird! Stop it!’ Nova hadn’t gotten close to emptying her bladder, and now she ached with the need to finish. But, after hearing the knock, even the sound of the faucet wasn’t enough to get her to relax again. “Ummm… Shelby?” Emmett called. “Dad came home. He’s in the shower and he needs more shampoo… Is there any in there?” “Tell him to wait,” Shelby shouted back. “Um…” Emmett hesitated. “Well… Actually… I, uh… Also, I need to… To pee… Are you almost—“ “Ugh, fine…” Shelby huffed. She lowered her voice. “Uh… Nova, run the water in the tub for a couple seconds and come out.” ‘But, I’m not finished!’ Nova wanted to protest. She was STILL trying to get her bladder to unclench and release the remainder of her urine, but it was continuing to refuse. She forced herself not to complain. Now that her boyfriend was on the other side of that door, the odds of her convincing her body to relax enough that she’d be able to pee, standing up, into a shower drain were probably even less than zero. She could… She could hold the rest for a bit, she decided. She flicked the tub on in order to wash away any puddles left behind, and heard Emmett moan at the noise. “Ohhhh, come on!” Emmett whined. “I thought you said you were gonna let me—“ “I am,” Shelby said. “Just hang on.” “I’m TRYING but it’s really hard when you’re RUNNING THE FAUCETS so much!” “You want me to be clean, don’t you?” Nova quickly shut the water back off as she listened to them bicker. Emmett didn’t deserve being made to hold it just because she wanted to… do this weird thing. She hurriedly put her clothes back on and stepped out of the tub. Something about her foot hitting the cold tile floor— even through her sock— sent a tight ripple of need up her leg to wrap itself firmly around her bladder. She looked at the toilet for a second, her body begging her to USE it. She’d sat on a toilet and peed IN FRONT of Emmett once before when it was an emergency. If she could do THAT, she could definitely finish up in the toilet with him on the other side of a door… He knocked again, “Shelby, please? You saw the size of that soda I had at the movie!” Nova made herself turn away from the toilet. She could hold on until he was done, at least. She’d gotten SOME of her burden out, and he hadn’t peed at all. It was only fair to let him go now. “Alright already!” Shelby groaned as she flung open the door. “Sheesh! You act like I’ve been making you hold it for days!” Emmett had been about to rush in, but he stood in the doorway and stared. “Um… You were in here together…?” he asked. “ “Yeah,” Shelby said. “What were—“ “I thought you had to pee SO bad?” Shelby interrupted. “If you don’t go, I’ll just shut the door again, so—“ “I do, I do!” Emmett said, hurrying past her. 

Nova followed Shelby out and shut the door so Emmett could have privacy. She heard him frantically unzipping and the distinct trickle of his stream a second later. “Ahh…” he sighed. Nova flinched at all the noises. She still needed to go! Her bladder was angry and thrashing after having its relief interrupted like that. She’d never had her body just… Stop peeing like that before. Usually, once she’d started, she’d finish. It hurt so bad to have something startle her into shutting down again. She lingered by the door, tapping her feet anxiously. “You… Did you not finish?” Shelby asked. Nova shook her head. “When he knocked, it freaked me out, and then I couldn’t keep going because… It was embarrassing with him there. I don’t know…” “You can finish when he’s done,” Shelby shrugged. “It’ll only be, like, five minutes. Takes him longer to wash his hands after than it takes him to pee… Which is saying a lot because I’ve seen him pee for a real long time before, and—“ “Shelby, you aren’t helping…” Nova said as she turned in tiny circles, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “Sorry…” Nova heard the toilet flush and squatted down slightly against her will. “Ah— Oh my God…” she groaned, hands going to clutch at her groin tightly. ‘Jeez, second time today I’m about to wet myself…’ she thought miserably. ‘All because I had to be a weirdo.’ She heard Emmett flick the faucet on and jiggled urgently as she listened to him wash his hands. Nova was, by far, the most accommodating person when it came to Emmett’s contamination anxiety and related compulsions. She understood that he couldn’t help it if some faulty area of his brain decided to tell him he had to scrub his hands for two minutes every time he peed, but… She REALLY wished he’d hurry it up this time! Finally, he opened the door. He was carrying a bottle of shampoo, so Nova supposed he’d been telling the truth about needing to get some for his Dad. He was still looking at her and Shelby oddly though. “Um… What were you guys doing in here?” “We were hiding live cockroaches in your body wash,” Shelby answered. “You ruined the surprise.” “We weren’t,” Nova said. “Promise. Besides, I think they’d die inside the bottle anyway, so—“ “Shelby…” Emmett sighed, walking past her towards their Dad’s room. Nova went back into the restroom and locked the door. She looked at the toilet, her straining bladder nearly making her leak at the very sight of it. She was about to pull down her panties and sit, when she stopped. It had been so easy to aim her stream in the tub… But… No. If something went wrong, she’d make a huge mess in someone else’s house! She’d just… Try for a second. If it didn’t work, she’d just jump into the tub and let it finish there. She lifted the lid and seat of the toilet, then pulled down her skirt and underwear, letting them fall to her ankles. Next, she positioned her hands, pulled them upwards and… HSSSSSSSSS! Peed hard, her stream slammed into the bowl and rippled against the water. For some reason, when small bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, she was fascinated by them. It was interesting how the water reacted to her urine, having never been able to actually watch it come out like this before. The relief she’d been craving returned to her, feeling even better than it had before. “Ahhh…” Several seconds later, she felt that she was almost empty, and she remembered what Shelby had said about how difficult it could be to finish. She pushed as hard as she could, but the final drizzle of her pee still rolled down her inner thigh… She wiped it off with some toilet paper, then realized she needed to wipe off the rim of the bowl a little bit too. Some of her urine had spattered as it had landed in the bowl. She pulled up her clothes, flushed the toilet, and took a step back. That had been… Really, really fun. But, it was also so weird. She understood now how desperate Shelby must have been at the movie theater to do that when someone she knew could easily notice. Nova could name a TON of people that she’d just DIE if they ever found out she could do this— That she LIKED doing it! If her Dad found out, what would he say? He was pretty strict, had a bit of a ‘this is the way things should be, so this is how they WILL be’ sort of mindset. His daughter peeing like a boy probably wouldn’t mesh well with it. And her Mom… She’d always wanted more of a girly-girl daughter that she could dress up. While she didn’t get angry at Nova for liking tough ‘boyish’ things like dressing in camouflage, watching zombie movies or keeping pet bugs, Nova could still feel her disappointment every time she failed to get excited over dresses or make-up. She didn’t think Mom would be MAD if she found out about Nova’s new talent, but it would be really awkward between them for a long time. Mostly, she was worried what Emmett would think. Shelby had already SAID he thought this was weird. And, when Nova had told him she thought he looked really cute while he was peeing, he hadn’t been… Upset or disgusted by it, but it was obvious how unsure the idea made him feel, that he had no idea what to make of it. If he knew she’d just discovered how fun it is to play around with her own stream, she was sure those feelings would grow. Nova decided she could keep this just between her and Shelby for now. Just their own little secret. *** Keeping it a secret was easy for a while. Nova would sit to pee at school and in other public places, then stand up to go when she was at home and had the door locked. It became a game to see how far away from the toilet she could stand and still hit the target. There were a few times that she needed to wipe off the floor really quickly and hope that she didn’t leave anything behind, but that wasn’t a big deal. The closest she came to getting caught was a day where she forgot to put the seat down— But, of course, her Mom jumped straight to yelling at her Dad about that. Nova wasn’t sure WHY this was so fun for her. She had always had an interest in psychology and how the brain worked, so she couldn’t stop thinking there must have been a deeper reason for anything a person did. When she was ten and asked for psychology books for Christmas, her parents had been a little confused. (“What kind of kid asks for therapy textbooks for Christmas?!”) but they’d gotten the books for her anyway. Some of them were super, super old and the stuff in them was considered out-of-date. Like, one guy a long time ago said that all girls had an inherent desire for a penis and that any emotional problems could be traced back to not resolving those feelings. Nova doubted that was why she enjoyed peeing this way. She sure didn’t LIKE the idea of waking up one day and suddenly having a dick. She knew she’d been a little… weirdly fascinated by pee ever since she realized that Emmett was ridiculously adorable whenever he was urinating, so maybe that was why. She just had that… thing— whatever it was— about pee, and this was a new way to explore it. Whatever the reason, Nova was able to keep her new ‘hobby’ a secret from everyone until the day of a big school field trip. They were going to hike to the top of a big nature trail all day, spend the night camping there, and then head back down the next day. They were given a list of things to bring with them on the trip, and the most important thing was to carry plenty of water. Nova listened and kept herself hydrated as they started up the trail. So did Shelby and Emmett. The three stayed towards the back of the group so they could talk to each other. Before long, all three of them really needed a bathroom break. And they weren’t the only ones, most of their grade was complaining of desperation. Their teacher, at the front of the group, assured them that there were numerous rest areas along the trail where everyone would be able to pee. But, the longer they walked with no sign of one, the less confident Nova felt in her ability to wait. She’d had way more water than either of her friends had, thanks to recalling something her Dad had said about how it’s good to load up on water right at the START of exercising to condition oneself better. Too bad he hadn’t mentioned how difficult exercising was going to get once that water had decided it was time to come OUT. Walking with a full bladder was a nightmare even on a flat terrain, but when she had to look out for fallen branches and sudden dips in the path, had to keep adjusting the placement of her feet and hop over things, it was even worse. She couldn’t take those slow, careful steps that her bladder was asking for because she didn’t want to get TOO far behind all the others. But, moving too fast made her opening sear and spasm twitchily. She wanted to hold herself, but someone might notice and make fun of her. She wanted to dart behind a bush and squat down to let it flow, but someone could easily notice that too, AND she could be left behind. Most of all, she wanted to hide behind a tree and blast her piss against it as hard as she possibly could, standing up. But, someone would DEFINITELY notice if she did THAT. Nova had peed outside only once before. She lived in the suburbs, after all. It wasn’t often she needed to turn nature into a toilet. But, one night she’d been catching fireflies in the park and when she realized she needed a toilet break, she found the bathroom had been locked up since it was after-hours. No one was around, so she found a big, concealing bush and did what she’d needed to do. It hadn’t been too terrible letting go outdoors, she’d just squatted down low to the ground and relaxed. The only problem was that she accidentally sprayed one of her socks a tiny bit. But, now she didn’t HAVE to squat, she could control where her pee went and her sock would be FINE this time. If she was alone now like she’d been that night in the park, she would be watering a tree by now for sure! But, she wasn’t alone. So, she had to hold it. Hold it, hold it, hold it… 
Ah! She couldn’t hold it! With a horrific, earthquaking spasm from within her bladder, Nova cupped herself tightly, but to no avail. A strangled, aching jet of pee burst past all her clenching, warming her underwear before starting to trickle down her leg. No, no, no… She was losing it, she was losing it, ah— The unmistakable heated dampness sent a ripple of shock and need through her body that was powerful enough to squeeze out another spurt. Ohhh— She came to a sudden, dead stop, thankful that she was at the very back of the group. She had to… Just… Get a little out. A little bit, so that she could keep walking. How— She reached beneath her skirt, tugged her panties over a bit so that they were hopefully out of the way and her pee would just flow through part of one of the leg holes. Fighting a horrified, pained groan, she spread her feet just a little and allowed her muscles to partially relax. Hsss…. Pee dribbled into the dirt below her. ‘Oh my God…’ Nova thought. ‘What am I doing?’ She couldn’t help herself as she let her pee slowly trickle downwards, she didn’t feel her underwear heating, so she knew she was missing them now, her legs remained dry… She fought as hard as she could for control, straining to withhold the immense flood with all her strength. She continued to let go of the tiny gushes and trickles that wanted so badly to turn into the spray she was struggling to hold onto. She bit back an intense noise as a more ferocious stream escaped and splashed the dirt between her legs. Drip, drop, drip, drop… Down, down into the dirt. She was peeing— She was having an accident— But at least none of it was ending up on her or her clothes. Her underwear was dry, her skin was was devoid of urine. No one would be able to tell. There was a tiny sensation of relief as some of the pressure dissipated from her body, and she nearly moaned. Hesitantly, she relaxed further. If she could get enough out, just a little more, then she could make it to the rest area without exploding for sure… The torrent that gushed from her during the next half-second was well beyond ‘just a little more’. With the slow easing of her holding muscles, her bladder burst with a loud hiss, startling her as now she WAS getting her underwear a little damp again. Too much, she was going too much— Ahhhh, but it felt so good, though! It felt so, so— Shelby looked back over her shoulder, “Nova?” she called. “Keep up! Don’t want you to get lost!” It was the threat of total and complete public humiliation that made Nova find the strength to stop peeing. She clamped her muscles down hard, the flow ceasing immediately as she crossed her legs and clutched herself with both hands as hard as she could. It was Hell to stop in the middle like that— And the memory of stopping herself midstream the day Shelby had taught her how to stand came flooding back to her. It had hurt a lot that day, but today it was TORTURE. She was still dying to pee, still needed to let it out so, so badly, still so beyond full… Shelby, whom Nova now saw had a hand wedged between her thighs, stumbled back towards her. “Come on…” she said, helping her along. “I know… You need to go real bad. So do I. Just hold on.” If she noticed the little puddle beneath where Nova was standing, Shelby didn’t say anything. They caught back up to the group, and Nova now saw how bad off Emmett was as well. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, but she could tell he’d only done that in order to discreetly grab at his crotch through the material. “H—How much further…?” he asked. Nova knew he was asking her, because she was usually the one to save him or keep him calm when something was upsetting him, but she didn’t know how close they were to a rest area either, and she was having a hard time looking at him after what she’d just done… She’d just… Deliberately… Let herself pee on the ground where anyone could see. And without even pulling her panties down first, just tugging them to the side and hoping for the best… She felt clammy dampness between her thighs, and was disgusted with herself. “I… I don’t know,” Nova told him. “Hopefully really close.” Emmett was looking at her now with those big, watery eyes that always made her heart melt, made her want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him forever… “I… Um… I really…” “It’s alright…” Nova tried to assure. But, how could she tell him that after what her own desperation had just driven HER to do?! Half an hour of pained, urgent walking later, they arrived at a rest stop. And Nova and Shelby discovered one of the bad things about walking BEHIND everyone else; It meant they ended up being last in line for the toilets they needed so much. And, since everybody ahead of them was just as desperate as they were, that meant they were in for a longer wait. “I hate this…” Shelby mumbled to herself as she jumped in place. “I hate this, I hate this…” There was a really long line for the guys’ bathroom too this time, but it was moving much more quickly. She saw her brother at the end of it, crossing his legs and doubling over. She was actually pretty shocked to see him there, she had no doubt the toilets here were absolutely revolting. She’d expected him to insist he could hold it until they left tomorrow, or choose some other ridiculous decision that only Emmett would make. But, apparently he was actually going to pee here. If Shelby didn’t have to piss so bad, maybe she’d go over and congratulate him for being rational for once in his life… Whatever. She’d give him a gold star later, or something. Nova stood behind Shelby, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “I… I don’t think I can make it…” “You can,” Shelby said. “You’re strong… You’re… Nnnh,” she grumbled out. “I gotta go sooo bad…” The line crawled forward, as each girl ahead of them was carrying a bladder full enough to need at least forty-five whole seconds to empty out all the way. Nova was surprised no one had had an accident. Once she was close enough to hear the toilets flushing, she folded over almost in half and moaned as loud as she could. She couldn’t hold it, she couldn’t hold it, she couldn’t… Ahhh, she was surrounded by trees! She could pee on them so easily! But, someone would SEE, and they’d think she was weird, they’d think she was a freak, they’d— Finally, she and Shelby were next in line. Please, please, just a few more seconds… And, Nova discovered one cause of the problem was the fact that there were only three stalls in here. When two of them opened up, breathless girls departing from them to wash their hands, Nova and Shelby rushed for them frantically. Shelby fumbled her zipper down, a squirt of pee escaping her immediately. She should just stand, go through the zipper, there wasn’t time to— She could hear the girls at the sink talking, voices she recognized from several of her classes. She heard the third stall open as one girl came out and another rushed in. She had to sit. She yanked her pants down as fast as possible and collapsed onto the toilet, breathing heavily as she gave up fighting and let go. Pee gushed into the bowl as she unleashed a spectacular flood. In the other stall, Nova yanked down her underwear and sat on the bowl, instantly unleashing a deluge that left her trembling. “Haaahhhh….” Her grunts of pain turned into moans of immense relief. She peed and peed until the heavy, rough swell in her middle drained out and her stomach became flat once more. She stood, flushed and left the stall. A few minutes later, Emmett rushed up to her when he saw her leave the restroom. “Nova, Nova!” he cried out in an urgent, hissing whisper. Nova looked him over, and it was obvious that his bladder was still full… “Emmett, are you—“ “The bathroom here is… I can’t go in it, I just can’t. I’m sorry, I—“ Nova put a hand up to stop him. “It’s… Okay. You do need to face your fears, th—“ “Can I please not face them when I’m already about to wet myself?” Emmett interrupted. “Alright, not today… But, you need to go…” “Yes,” Emmett nodded frantically. “Gonna…” he lowered his voice until it was even softer than before. “Gonna use a tree… Stand guard for me? Please? Y—You can even watch!” Nova blushed hard. She… Would NOT object to seeing him make that cute face again… “O—Of course, Emmett… It’s okay…” So, Nova took Emmett behind several trees, away from the view of any of their classmates or teachers. She watched as he hurried to unzip and immediately let his stream flow against a tree, so easily… Nova COULD have peed on this tree, too. She could have done that rather than wait in that long line and nearly have an accident. She could have, if only she hadn’t been so scared of someone noticing… Someone judging… “Haaahhhh…” Emmett breathed out, breaking her from her thoughts. “Th—Thank you…” Nova’s face reddened at the sweet smile on his lips, at the way his chest heaved up and down while all that tension left him… She wanted to HUG him from behind while he continued on looking so ridiculously lovable, but she didn’t think he’d like to be touched while he relieved himself. Soon, the class was back on the main trail again. And a few painful hours later, Nova realized that when her teachers had said there would be ‘a few’ rest stops along the trail, they should have said ‘one at the halfway point, and one at the end near the campsite.’ And of course, this correction wasn’t made until she really and several of her classmates REALLY had to pee again. Her bladder was already exhausted and irritated after what had happened earlier in the day, another to-the-limit hold so soon was the LAST thing it wanted right now. But, it was clear as could be that that WAS what it would be getting, anyway. Her breaths came in choppy, panicked gasps as alarm grew in her chest; she’d only BARELY made it to the half-way point and, in order to accomplish that, she’d had to… To pause for a bit and let quite a bit out into the dirt. She’d gotten lucky that time, no one had noticed what she was doing as she froze at the end of the line and hesitantly allowed her bladder to trickle. She was doubtful she could get that lucky two times in one day. No matter how bad her urge got, she couldn’t allow herself to act on such animalistic instincts again, couldn’t risk letting herself get caught doing it. So, when she learned she wouldn’t be seeing a toilet until they made it to the campsite, horror grew within her as she realized she was going to have to hold her exhausted, worn out and tired bladder for several more hours, without so much as a brief respite. Nova didn’t know if she could do that… Her friends— and the people ahead of them in the group— didn’t seem to be fairing that much better. Nova saw quite a few of her classmates pause and bend over slightly, a few of the guys would palm at the crotch of their pants. Some of the girls had a bounce in their steps that hadn’t been there before. “You heard what they said at the start too, right?” Shelby asked, irritated as she tugged nervously at the waistband of her pants. “They said there would be a FEW rest-stops, right? I didn’t imagine that?” “Th—They definitely did say there would be multiple,” Nova agreed. That was why she’d stupidly allowed herself to drink so much. That and the sort of graphic warnings about dehydration she’d listened to before they began to walk. Now, she thought she might have preferred passing out after not drinking enough water. Anything had to be better than what she was feeling now. Emmett didn’t seem any better off than she was, which both surprised and interested her. She’d seen him pee a whole lot at their last rest-stop, was he that full again? Or was his bladder just sore, like her own was? “I think the worst part is how there’s tree everywhere…” he said. “If I wasn’t worried about getting lost with everyone else still walking, I’d…” he blushed hard. “I would, too,” Shelby said. “I feel like I could flood one of them so much right now that it wouldn’t need water for another year.” Emmett flinched, “Shelby…” Nova bit her tongue. She’d been about to agree with them and say how much SHE wouldn’t mind peeing on a tree, but it really looked like Emmett didn’t want to hear her say that. “I… Uh… Shouldn’t have drank so much water. It was too much…” she said instead. *** It took a very long time for them to finally reach the top of the trail. The sky had begun to turn orange with the setting sun, and it would have been a very nice view if Nova had actually been able to focus on it. She couldn’t though. All she could focus on was the unfathomably pressure in her bladder and the revolting shame in her chest every time she felt her underwear squish between her thighs. Yes, she hadn’t been able to make it to the finish line without another huge leak. And, this time she’d been so scared of being caught that she hadn’t parted her legs and moved her panties out of the way like she’d done the first time. Instead, she’d just forced herself to keep walking as little gushes of pee forced their ways past her trembling holding muscles and warmed her clothing. She was eventually able to stop it, but the clammy feeling down below told her that she’d lost control for way longer than was acceptable. ‘You’re probably not the only one that peed in their clothes a little,’ Nova told herself. ‘Everybody else is holding it too. I bet lots of them leaked.’ She looked at the back of Shelby’s pants and saw just a small dark spot, confirming that her friend must have had a momentary lapse in control at some point too. She was about to look at Emmett’s crotch and see if he’d gotten wet at all, but stopped when she finally saw the rest-area she’d been dying for. Yet again, she and Shelby had the bad luck of getting stuck almost at the very end of the line. “Ughhh, come on!” Shelby complained. “I’ve been holding it forever!” Nova bounced beside her, and kept looking at all the trees. Ohhh, if only she wasn’t so scared! She just wanted to use one! She’d feel so much better! But, someone could see… If one of the meaner girls in her class saw her do that, she’d never hear the end of it. If a teacher saw, she’d probably be in lots of trouble. If Emmett saw her do it… Where was Emmett, anyway? She looked up and down the line for the men’s room— Which she KNEW he really had to use— but didn’t see him. She looked around some more, and spotted him anxiously leaning against a tree with his legs crossed as he bounced up and down. ‘Probably figures this bathroom’s as gross as the last one was…’ Nova figured. ‘Doesn’t wanna use it.’ She bent at the knees and put her hands between her legs again, grimacing at the damp feeling of her underwear. She flinched more when she felt new warmth seeping into them. She hadn’t even felt that leak coming. ‘I’m not gonna make it…’ Nova thought miserably. ‘No. No. You will! Be strong. Be strong. Be strong…’ She looked back towards Emmett. ‘And, he’s probably waiting for you to use the toilet so he can ask you to keep watch again. So, you CAN’T pee yourself, he needs your help still.’ Nova gritted her teeth hard, tensed all her muscles and, to her dismay, another pulse of pee pumped its way right out of her anyway. ‘Ahhh… No. I can’t… YOU CAN. YOU CAN HOLD IT. JUST HOLD IT. JUST—‘ Nova noticed Emmett suddenly go very pale. A dark patch bloomed over his crotch. A flash of panic went across his face as he grabbed himself. ‘Gah, now you’re both gonna pee yourselves,’ Nova thought. Without really thinking about it, Nova stepped out of the line. “Wh—What are you doing?” Shelby asked. Against her own will, she looked down, expecting to see pee gushing between her friend’s legs as she lost control of her bladder. “Y—Your brother won’t use the toilets here,” Nova said. “Gonna go keep watch while he uses a tree.” Shelby sighed at that news. She wasn’t going to be giving him a gold star anymore. “But, you—“ “There’s no way I’m gonna make it through the line,” Nova said. “At least this way, only one of us is gonna wet themselves.” She stumbled over to where Emmett was waiting. “I—If you need me to keep watch agai—“ “Don’t you still need to—“ “It’s fine,” Nova promised. “Come on, let’s find you a good spot.” It only took about a minute to find a brush-filled area far enough away from everyone else for Emmett to relieve himself undisturbed. “Th—Thank you…” he said. “I just… I can’t use the toilets here. I’m sorry.” “I—It’s fine…” Nova assured. She was still crossing her legs, still holding herself. Still TRYING to keep her pee inside her body even though she’d just said a few minutes ago that she knew it was a lost cause. She’d admitted defeat already, accepted that an accident was inevitable, but still couldn’t stop putting forth the effort to prevent it. “H—Hey, you’re going on a trip where you’re gonna sleep in a tent, on the ground, with nowhere to shower before bed. That’s a big enough step. Y—You don’t need to try to do ev—everything at once.” Emmett smiled at her. “Thanks…” he repeated. He unzipped, his stream coming out right away, along with one of his usual, cute sighs. 

Even with her bladder begging her not to, screaming at her that this was the last thing she should do when she needed to pee so badly, Nova watched as Emmett’s urine spattered against the bark of a tree. She watched his shoulders collapse and his back shake with relief. He looked so adorable that way… It made her want to nuzzle him. It made her want to hug him so tight. It made her want to… It made her want to PEE. It made her want to PEE so bad! Another jet of pee sprang from her bladder. Then another. And another. And another. And she couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t! And it was unfair, because SHE could use a tree just as well as he could, and there were trees everywhere, and she couldn’t HOLD it, and— “Ah— I— Emmett, don’t look at me!” Nova whimpered out. She tugged her underwear down, let them fall around her ankles, she was about to crouch, but she was already going so much. It was beading down her legs, and she didn’t have time to try to squat, to find a way to position herself that wouldn’t get her wetter. She was already IN a position that could accomplish that if she would just— “Don’t look, don’t look!” Nova repeated frantically, as she placed her hands and pulled up on her labia, her pee now arced forwards just like Emmett’s was, spattering against the tree and landing next to where his own stream was falling. Emmett didn’t look at Nova, but he couldn’t help but look at the second jet of urine. “O… Oh…” he said after a moment, dimly. Somehow, seeing a second girl do this was less shocking than the first had been. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it, I’m sorry!” Nova kept repeating. She was so… So… She didn’t even know how to finish the thought. So sorry? So embarrassed? So ashamed? So fucking relieved that she could barely think? “Did… Did Shelby teach you that?” Emmett asked. He was still facing ahead, not daring to look over AT Nova after she’d specifically begged him not to do it. “Yeah…” Nova said. “I don’t know— I saw she could do it, and I got curious, and— I’m sorry…” “It’s… Okay,” Emmett said. “You just… Couldn’t wait anymore… N—Not the first time we’ve peed together, either…” “But, that time I wasn’t—“ “For some reason this isn’t as weird as when Shelby does it,” Emmett said. “I think when that happens I’m more freaked about because— you know— she’s my sister, and everything.” So, that WAS the bigger concern he had? Not JUST that a girl was peeing like a boy, but that said girl was his sister? Nova felt much better, so much better that she was more able to ENJOY releasing her full bladder now. “Ahhh…” She was still surprised by how much she’d lost control of herself there, breaking down and peeing, standing up, in front of the person she was MOST scared of doing that in front of. But, it looked like everything was going to work out just fine after all. He wasn’t upset with her, or repulsed, or uncomfortable. In fact, he still looked REALLY comfortable. He still had that sweet, little smile on his face he always got when he peed, the one that made him look so happy and at ease. Even with her right there and doing something that both of them knew was really strange. Emmett finished first and zipped up, then he turned away. Nova was grateful he wasn’t watching. Even if this wasn’t bothering him to the extent she’d feared it would, she didn’t want him to look. When her pee wound down, she pushed down extra hard, and for the first time didn’t have the last little bit of it go down her leg. Not that it made too much of a difference. Her panties were damp anyway from all the leaking. She wanted to change them… “O—Okay, you can turn around now,” she said. Emmett did. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Why are YOU sorry?” “Because I’m sure that was really embarrassing,” Emmett tried to explain. “And, I know you wouldn’t have done that if you could help it, so your bladder must have been hurting, and—“ “I’M sorry,” Nova repeated. “That was… I shouldn’t have done that in front of you. It freaked you out.” “It’s… Alright, I mean, I’m not going to pretend I don’t think it’s weird,” Emmett said. “For whatever reason it’s LESS weird the second time around, though. And, since you’re not related to me, and didn’t try to talk to me the whole time like Shelby does, it wasn’t SO awkward, and… I mean, I guess now if we get married, at least we won’t ever have to argue about putting the seat back down?” Nova laughed, “Heh, yeah. That’s true.” “But, wow… I don’t think Shelby’s even ever done that when our classmates are nearby,” Emmett said. “I don’t think she has,” Nova agreed. “She’s probably too nervous to do that. I know I am… I’m glad you’re the only one that saw… And that you didn’t get mad about it.” “Heh, I won’t get mad over this,” Emmett promised. “Don’t worry.”
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  43. One of my dangerous fantasies is to wear a skintight jeans, lock it with a padlock and leave the key at home and go to work or go on a trip, so that I can't pull it down to pee, regardless of how desperate I am. I have done this several times though.. Another risky fantasy is to ask my partner to make me hold and not to let me pee for a given time period (like a really long time period like a whole day or several days). However this partner should be someone who is into extreme desperation
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  44. public beach desperation, fem POV - .mp4 Pee at Public Beach in Brazil Peeing Standing up - Maxine Ca.mp4
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  45. No acting, no fake stuff, just peeing pants. Enjoy 😄 MyGirlFund Play yoga pants (pee pants).mp4 MyGirlFund Play Video-8 (2) (pee pants).mp4 MyGirlFund Play Video-2 (4) (pee pants).mp4 MyGirlFund Play Video (15) (pee pants).mp4
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  46. Not again Krystal!

    Different artwork, but for Krystal, she had another emergency, this time she failed
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