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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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  7. I live on a busy street, but far enough away that cars don't notice me. Some drivers might catch a passing glance, but that's about it. There are a lot of plants and shrubs around that I can partially stand behind, but someone walking on the sidewalk has a great view of me. It was a beautiful day so I decided to try wetting outside since I haven't lived here long. 20220622_192221 (1).mp4
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  9. 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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  10. vid_1166_promo-omo.mp4 In this stunning lesbian watersports video Gabriella pees on Alisha before going down on her. We join Gabriella and Alisha in bed in their underwear in this incredibly hot video. Gabriella ends up peeing in her white panties, soaking Alisha underneath. Then, with Alisha soaked in Gabriella’s piss, Gabriella pulls aside Alisha’s drenched panties and goes down on her.
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  11. Hi all! I don’t know if this is the right topic, and I do apologize in advance. Would anyone be interested in doing holds with me, or controlling my bladder? I want to hold until I can’t anymore, and I’m too nervous to take the initiative to do it. I want to do it when I’m home alone as well, and I really would like an omo friend. Thanks guys!!
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  12. Messing a Pullup in Shower.mp4
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  13. Good morning everyone! Starting the day off right with a nice, warm pull-up piss. Love the heavy spurt that launched out of the side of the pull-up toward the end! Buckle up because I don’t plan on using the toilet at all today 67612590358__8809D0ED-371C-46ED-8D87-6B81A08E1A5D.MOV
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  14. https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ402880.html/?utm_medium=affiliate&utm_campaign=sns_link&utm_content=RJ402880&utm_source=ci-en.dlsite.com%2F&locale=en_US Omoani made a new short video, available on DLsite. According to their Twitter, this animation uses a new software. Omoani's Twitter:
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  15. 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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  16. https://adultepic.com/xxx/video1372336913 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fee7e4a73715 https://pornzog.com/video/7893057/desperate-woman-pee-in-car/ https://thisvid.com/playlist/137183/video/teen-girl-potty-peeing-in-car/ https://thisvid.com/playlist/137183/video/arab-girl-pees-in-her-car/
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  17. 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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  18. Apologize if this has been posted before, but was new to me.
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  19. 260 downloads

    Just a collection of 66 women peeing in different scenarios. Enjoy, Rach
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  20. 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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  21. 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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  22. Bursting Lucy clenched everything as another speed bump threatened to undo all the hard work her pelvic floor muscles were doing. Her urethra burned, and all her focus was on not wetting herself. As she reached the house, she moaned as the only parking space was a tight parallel park, a manoeuvre she'd never quite managed to master. Particularly whilst trying to hold back the Niagara Falls. She tried once with just the right hand on the steering wheel, and her left hand tightly dug into her crotch, jamming her peehole shut. But she conceded she'd need both hands for the job. Lucy gasped, the sudden absence of pressure made her feel as though her bladder had jumped off a plane. It took all her resolve not to wet herself, in fact she was pretty sure that a few drops escaped. Thankfully, she managed to park on her third attempt, locked her car and went to let a surly looking plumber into her house. "Nice parking love," he sneered sarcastically. Normally Lucy would have called out such a misogynistic comment, but with her bladder on the verge of exploding, she didn't feel it was the right time to get in a debate. Besides, the quicker the job was done, the quicker she could urinate. She turned her keys in the door, an action accompanied by the now all too familiar sensation of her bladder falling. Lucy was in no doubt this time. A spurt had leaked out, as she felt it trickle out of her urethra and slowly run down her leg. Every step on the stairs was torture, her urine filled bladder now feeling like a balloon that could pop with a slightest of disturbances. She unlocked the door to No. 4 - thankfully not leaking this time - and showed the plumber towards the bathroom. The sight of the toilet, which she now hadn't used for over six hours, was almost enough to send her over the edge. "You're not very chatty, are you?" Lucy hadn't even realised the plumber had been speaking this whole time. "Sorry, just a bit frazzled," Lucy lied, unwilling to reveal to a stranger that she was about to wet herself. "I'll take a cup of tea please. Two sugars and a tiny bit of milk," the plumber asked, slightly transfixed by the beautiful woman struggling to stand still in front of him. "But the water's isn't working," Lucy pointed out. "That's why I'm handing you this isn't it? I thought you students were meant to be bright," the plumber scoffed, handing her a bottle of water. Lucy again ignored his sexism, focusing only on keeping her urine in. A task which was rapidly getting more difficult. She winced as she poured the water into the kettle, and wondered whether he'd notice if she served him a tea made with her piss. Tempting, but she didn't want to have to explain to the landlord why their plumber won't come anymore. Her crotch was damp, she couldn't tell if it was pee or sweat. Probably a bit of both. Now in the privacy of her kitchen, she allowed herself to cross her legs tightly again. The kettle pinged, Lucy pressed her left hand tightly into her crotch as she poured the boiled water into the only mug that had been unpacked so far. Another slug of wee escaped, dampening the fabric of the crotch of her panties, and slightly soaking her hand. It was reaching critical point. Handing the tea to the plumber, and desperately trying to block out the toilet from view, she realised that she was running out of time. "Hey, erm you don't need me to stay here do you? I've got some business I need to take care of." "You mean you're desperate for a piss? You're not very good at hiding it gorgeous." Lucy blushed, cringed and leaked all at the same time. "Go ahead, I can see myself out." "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Lucy could have kissed the plumber, were he not so repulsive. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door. She didn't know the area super well but she was pretty sure there was a cafe a few streets down that would have a toilet. If she could make it until then.
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  23. 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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  24. 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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  25. 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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  26. 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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  27. 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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  28. 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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  29. Yeah for sure! I'm in the queer community myself, not gonna leave you out
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  30. So today, I decided to start a pretty challenging hold. The rules to it were that the time starts after you drink 500 ml of water, then you drink another 500 ml of water over 30 minutes, and then 250 ml every hour. The goal is to make it to 5 hours with a wet spot that is only slightly bigger than your hand can cover. I was confident that I would be able to make it to the 5 hours without leaking at all. I would soon come to the realization that would be a lot harder than I had anticipated. After about an hour of holding and 1250 ml of water down, I was at a 5 or 6 out of 10 in desperation. Just enough to make me start to squirm. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be making it to the 5 hours dry. I changed out of my pajamas and into purple panties, black athletic shorts, and a forest green sports bra. I decided to go onto one of my local walking trails in the woods. I had just the spot in mind to go - a wooden bench on a seldom used trail right next to a creek. It was about a 10 minute walk to the trail, and another 5 to the bench. As I walked out the door, a wave hit me and my desperation went from a 6 to a 9.5. I grabbed myself hard and felt my crotch become slightly damp and warm. Luckily there was no one around to see me almost loose it! When I got to the trailhead I had leaked a few more times, I hadn’t been able to grab myself though w there were people nearby, so my panties were quite wet at this point (not just wet with piss ) I drank about 500 ml more water before I started the walk to the bench. At this time I was probably at a steady 8-8.5, and it was quite difficult to not grab myself. When I was almost to the spot this group of people came by and one of course had do drop their water bottle and spill it everywhere. That caused me to start leaking and that leak turned into a dribble that went down my thighs and into my socks. I was wearing white socks, but luckily I was very hydrated so you couldn’t really tell that they were wet. I eventually stopped the dribble and looked down at my crotch to see how obvious it was that I had just had a huge leak, and all you could see was a little bit of shine from the wetness. After 30 seconds you couldn’t tell at all. I had finally gotten to the bench, and the sound of the creek had brought me up to a 9.6, so I decided to sit down and hold as hard as I could. Despite my efforts, I could feel the warmth start to spread even more and see the warm liquid go through my fingers and down to the ground. I eventually stopped trying to hold it back and fully let go. I had to go so bad the stream was going through my panties and shorts with a good amount of force. I had to be going for at least 2 minutes. After I was done, I sat in my wetness for a bit, but then I herd people coming. I got up, looked back at the bench and saw a wet imprint of my ass on the bench and a large puddle underneath. I then looked at myself and could hardly see anything. I decided to find a little bit more a secluded spot for some … erm … fun… heh… When I got to the more private spot, I found that my panties had become almost transparent, and you could see pretty much everything. I will leave the rest up to you to imagine what happened there.
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  31. Just some vids I found of girls pooping their pants! Enjoy! redditsave.com_woman_desperately_shits_her_pants-t7ea2nh6v5j71.mp4 sheletgo2021_20210412_123245_0.mp4 sheletgo2021_20210707_123718_0.mp4 redditsave.com_i_dont_know_how_she_does_it-cv3928hzwlt71.mp4 sheletgo2021_20210412_123140_0.mp4 sheletgo2021_20210412_123349_0.mp4
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  32. Artwork made by Munio (found on third party website)
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  33. I stumbled accross these.
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  34. 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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  35. @notthewees "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." The feminist in me says that it's rather cruel that those women have to hold their pee all day just because they were there to be sexually objectified by men, but the lesbian in me thinks that they would be a lot more attractive knowing that they're squirming all night! It also reminds me of my neighborss' ister who said she was one of the bunnies when she was younger. @huberp76 "It will be sometimes difficult to move their legs up in the air and to spread their thighs without leaking, but dancing girls should be trained to hold their pee and to control their bladders!!" As many of the responses in my worst jobs for women needing to pee thread attest it does seem like dancers do have to hold their pee pretty regularly but that should probably be something that they are good at, seeing as they have to have pretty good control over their physical body and general. But the thought of doing all of those physical moves with a full bladder is just maddening to think about! Also to answer the question anything one piece or tight makes peeing difficult.
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  36. 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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  37. I do see what you are saying Apan. I didn't have many experiences in life about pee desperation and especially in school. I had to really think here. I know it was sort of unrealistic but as you said, the basic premise was there and the story had to sort of be there. I admit the other tangent stories weren't relevant to the story (except for the reasons for not entering the boy's bathroom or the gym locker rooms, or Ida from her art class). They were there as fillers and for fun. But trying to find different scenarios for keeping poor Ashlynn away from the bathroom and accidentally taking a few diuretic pills was hard. Fyi: I chose to have her stay for 6 periods as she was a senior. In my high school (~12 years ago), seniors were allowed to have up to 6 and half periods for a full schedule. So I wanted to sort of mimick that and keep her bursting for that time. I am glad for your feedback. I am considering a sequel for Camilla, Octavia, and Hortense. I hope you liked my story Final Desperation which also has a student in need of the bathroom but far less long and more relevancy throughout the story.
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  38. Sub wets her panties

    RosieAndAlena - Pornhub
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  39. Been there! I'm glad you made peace (peece?) with it.
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  40. A Duke of Edinburgh leader I know told me about a bronze practice expedition a few years back with a group of 13 year old city girls who had never ventured outside the city in their lives. One of them was unwilling to take a pee in teh open air, and decided to try to hold on until they reached their first day campsite. She made it to within about a kilometre of the campsite before wetting her knickers ... but wet her knickers she did! Apparently on the second day she was much more willing to try weeing in the open air ... And about 15 years ago I was a leader on a hillwalking weekend in Snowdonia. On the Friday evening we went on a short leg-stretcher from Pen-y-pass up to the lakes and back, and a young lady (in her mid-20s at a guess) came up to me and quietly asked "what do we do if we need a wee?" I said "You disappear behind a rock and catch us up when you're done ... we won't leave the path and we're not walking very fast." "I don't like doing that," she said. "Then you'll have to wait until we get back to base," I replied. "But what if I can't?" she persisted, with a slightly plaintive note in her voice. I was soooooo tempted to say "Well, there IS a third option ... and you're old enough to figure it out for yourself". But I decided against, and instead I just said "Well, there are no toilet facilities up here, so it's basically one or the other."
    1 point
  41. Hi, i recorded this video of me wetting my shorts and my boxers. i just hold it a few hours... sorry for bad quality compresed.mp4
    1 point
  42. Let's hope Fox doesn't see this. Thanks to Bachri for the art

    © Inkbunny.net

    1 point
  43. If a woman were to sit on the toilet and pee in front of me, it would be more of a turn on for me if she kept her clothes on and wet herself.
    1 point
  44. 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
    1 point
  45. I have a fetish for snow pants and snowsuits also. I prefer to wear diapers in them, but also just using them on there own. I wish there was a site dedicated to the love of snow pants .
    1 point
  46. Bulma Wetting Panties

    From the album: Commissions I've Ordered

    Version 2.0 by Ninji
    1 point
  47. Lucy Heartfilia

    From the album: Dweeby's Omorashi

    Lucy Heartfilia from Fairy Tail, requested by foxeyred. I managed to include the mark on her hand, but I couldn't do her keyring; sorry!
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