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  1. ALWAYS Attended

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    The Solitary Confinement tier on Patreon voted for a desperate bathroom attendant in last month's poll! I had a ton of fun working on it, and also figured it could use a little additional context, so I wrote a story for it as well! 😁 -- Story Time! -- Her breathing is shallow, carefully calculated, and yet still wavering. Every muscle in her body is either tense or shivering. Sweat glazes her forehead. Bridgette’s temples pound with a hastened heartbeat, yet she feels faint. The horrified --- or is it agonized? --- grimace on her face compromises any degree of composure inherent to the professionalism of her uniform. ~ The Erebus Hotel, Casino, and Lounge was a gargantuan and imposing establishment better likened to an entire campus than a single building. But, indeed, it technically comprised a single, massive, crescent-shaped complex skinned in gleaming white marble that, by night, was lit from below by many humming spotlights. At its feet was a wide, circular pond designed to reflect its majesty. Sculptures of Greek gods, goddesses, and heroes peeked out of the hundreds of ornate niches that lined the opaquely-tinted windows. The interior, a thematic contrast to the facade, bore darker colors --- blacks, golds, silvers --- in all its hallways. Its casino (actually, casinos) were, of course, far more colorful, but hid behind select, soundproof doors. As the image of obscene wealth, the Erebus featured such absurdities as dedicated ice-sculptors hired to provide elaborate and unique carvings for each of its many dining halls. Its suites resembled millionaire penthouses more-so than individual hotel rooms, as each was guaranteed to have a loft that overlooked an ornate sitting area. The reception area housed two glass elevators for clients, Erebus management, and bag-haulers only (the rest of the staff was instead required to quietly disappear into a partially-concealed, single elevator near the back of the building). Most relevant for Bridgette was the observation that every last inch of the interior was spotless. The cleaning and maintenance staff resembled an army, and most even had rooms within the massive subterranean living-quarters. In fact, every staff member was required to complete a year of training while living on-site. Unsurprisingly, this was not much of a burden considering the generous accommodations provided in the subterranean complex. Considering the position she had been hired for, though, the requirement to remain on-campus for an entire year seemed utterly ludicrous. But upon Bridgette’s hiring, she was assured that it would be necessary. She had quickly learned what that meant. Bridgette was responsible for the 19th Female Restroom on Floor 3 of the East Third. She was to be the dedicated bathroom attendant for the day shift, and would only be relieved for a single 30-minute meal or upon the arrival of the night shift's attendant. At all other times, she was required to remain present and available for any cleaning duty or client need that might arise. In contrast to the strictness of her schedule and the elaborate code of professional etiquette, the cleaning was no more difficult than it would have been at any other public restroom. In fact, it might have been easier, since the clients served by the Erebus did not usually leave messes. And until last week — nearly two years after her being hired — Bridgette even managed to be a model employee. Despite the intimidation of interacting with insanely rich and powerful women, she maintained an unwavering dedication to the persona required of her by the Erebus code of etiquette. In a way, she felt that the code kept her “safe” from being the subject of their ire. Last week, however, she received the news in an email --- an update to the professional code of etiquette. This was nothing out-of-the-ordinary, though usually lowly bathroom attendants didn't find anything that would apply to them. This time however, a new, applicable rule did come through. "To All Erebus Staff: Topside restrooms are now only for use by clients. Employees must instead use the staff toilets located in their quarters or other staff areas and are only permitted to do so while on their meal break." For Bridgette, this would be a problem. Her restroom was the 19th --- far from the staff elevator. It was physically impossible for her to make it all the way to her room and back within her allotted break... This was due to the staff elevator — it was always in use by other staff members. The fact that there was only one of them might have been the only deficiency in the building’s design. During the first few days, she tried to comply. But her shift was 10 hours long. Her meal break was only five hours in, and even by then she was desperate to relieve herself. She inevitably failed and broke the rule. Her restroom served the third floor casino and was thus usually busy; but even in agony, she waited for the restroom to be empty before darting into a stall to fiercely urinate. Surely her manager would understand… Three days ago, Bridgette had been called into her manager’s office. She could tell by her boss’ interlaced fingers and unblinking glare that the circumstances of this meeting would not be good. While confused about how management could have known what she was doing, she had prepared something of a defense for herself… At least, so she thought — until they leveled an entirely unrelated and confusing charge at her feet: a client had complained that their presence at the Erebus had been (embarrassingly) disclosed. This was supposedly done by one of the bathroom attendants. And Bridgette fit the description of the culprit. It was clear in the moments that followed that denial would not be a sound strategy. She knew that she was not the one responsible, but her testimony mattered a lot less than the client’s. She would take the fall for this, and the question was a matter of how far. She’d have lost her job that night had it not been for a single gesture of “mercy” from her boss: For the next six months, her boss or someone else would stop by her restroom randomly during her shift numerous times per day to ensure that she was upholding the code of ethics. This would be a problem. ~ These memories race through Bridgette’s panicked mind as she stands at her station — a table in the front corner of the 19th Ladies’ room on the third floor of the Erebus Hotel, Casino, and Lounge. She is bent forward at the hips, but it isn’t helping her situation. Her quivering hands hover over her thighs dangerously close to where she so badly wants to cram them. But doing such is disallowed by the code of ethics. The skirt of her uniform feels tighter than it ever has, and the string of her apron puts a ring of torturous pressure around her abdomen. Bridgette needs to pee extremely badly. Her bladder is beyond full — such that her last attempt to straighten her back had forced a horrifically tempting dribble of urine out of her straining body and into the sweat and piss-quenched gusset of her panties. The dainty cotton can retain nothing more. Her legs twist together, and her feet shift over each other as she seeks any position that will prevent further leaks. All around her are the occupied stalls of the restroom she is charged with maintaining. Relaxed drinking and long hours of gambling lead an unending stream of clients to seek out this room. And, to Bridgette’s ears, it sounds as if every single woman is releasing an ocean of hot relief. Each woman is rich enough to buy her entire childhood neighborhood as if it is a gumball, and they expect Bridgette to conduct herself accordingly. As such, sympathy is a rarity. The older ladies side-eye her in displeasure when they leave. The younger women giggle among each other about Bridgette’s misery as they pass. And no more than seconds later, more women enter to replace them. Bridgette doesn’t really notice. Her attention is fixed squarely between her legs. Her heart thuds with cold blood at merciless reality: it’ll be another three hours before the end of her shift.
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  2. This story is a commission. It involves a couple of seniors with an aversion to using public bathrooms getting stuck needing to pee on a field trip. I hope you all enjoy! The Senior Trip The sweltering summer heat beat down on the small school parking lot as Taylor stepped out of her car, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand as she scanned the group of students for her friend. As she searched, she swept her dark brown hair over her shoulders and reached down to adjust the hem of her tight denim skirt. She also wore a thin white tank top which barely hid the vibrant orange bikini top she had on underneath. Ordinarily such attire would be inappropriate for a school outing, but she had graduated already, so this was barely even a high school trip anymore. She spotted a slim girl with dirty blonde hair and smiled before making her way over to her. Her friend was wearing a light blue t-shirt that was tied to reveal her midriff, with a black pleated skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs. “Hey Nicole! How’s it hanging?” Taylor called out as she came up to her. Nicole smiled, “Taylor! Thank god you’re here. It’s so goddamn hot out, and I was super bored.” “Oh yeah, it’s brutal today. Good thing we’re going to a water park!” Technically it was an aquarium, but that was a distinction neither Taylor or any of the other students seemed to care about. It was the famous after-graduation trip to the Ocean and Sealife Center that all seniors could opt into. Unlike most field trips, the school paid for entry and transportation, but the trip was largely unchaperoned. Ostensibly it was supposed to be an educational look at marine biology, ecology, and other scientific studies, but all seniors saw it as a giant post-graduation celebration at the coolest water park in the state. “Yeah, but the least they can do is let us on the buses early,” Nicole complained, fanning her face with her hand dramatically, “Like, I get we gotta wait for everyone to get here or whatever, but can’t we at least sit down?” Taylor looked over at the two large charter buses the school got specifically for the trip. It was a two and a half hour drive out of the city and closer to the coast where the center was situated, so she wasn’t surprised they splurged for the trip. Imagining a ride that long on a standard yellow school bus sounded like a nightmare. “Imagine how nice it’ll be to get to sit down in that AC,” Taylor spoke, gazing longingly through the windows of one of the buses. “Oh yeah, is the AC in your Camry still busted?” Nicole asked. “Yeah. I had the windows down, but I was dying on the way here. Oh!” Taylor reached into the large bag slung over her shoulder and pulled out an ice cold water bottle. “Want some water? I brought some for both of us. Of course, I chugged half of mine on the way here.” Nicole reached into her own bag and held up a tumbler filled with ice and water, “I got my own. Thanks, though.” Taylor nodded and put her bottle down, while Nicole took a large swig from hers. Suddenly, they noticed commotion from the crowd and one of the teachers came out. “Okay everyone! Line up in an orderly fashion, and we’ll check you in one-by-one. Seats are two by two per row, so pair up if you want to sit together. You’ll have plenty of time to move as a group once we get there, so I don’t want to hear any complaining that you didn’t get to sit with your friends. You’re adults, please behave!” “Works for me,” Taylor said, turning to Nicole, “It’s just us today, right?” “Yeah,” Nicole nodded, “The others either couldn’t come, or didn’t want to.” With that, the two paired up and checked in one after another. They were given their passes as plastic bracelets that marked them as part of the school group, which would allow them access to the park when they got there. They were then ushered onto the bus, and Taylor grabbed the window seat. Nicole plopped down next to her, and the two let out contented sighs as they basked in the glory of the air conditioner. As Taylor leaned back, however, she felt a slight tinge in her bladder, and shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes immediately darted to the back where there was a single bathroom, as was common on these fancier buses. However, Taylor didn’t plan on using it. She hated using public restrooms, and pretty much avoided them at all costs. This had led to a number of close calls and desperate situations for her, but it was all the same to her if she could avoid the nasty school bathrooms. Pushing her urge to the back of her mind, she leaned back into her chair and turned to Nicole. “You ready for a two and a half hour drive?” “No,” Nicole replied bluntly, making Taylor laugh. The two watched as the rest of the bus was loaded, and the students were instructed to buckle up, though the teacher supervising Taylor and Nicole’s bus didn’t bother checking to make sure everyone had or not before giving the go-ahead. Taylor felt the bus lurch forwards and pull out onto the main road, and the seniors were all on their way. “Ah shit,” Nicole frowned, shuffling uncomfortably. Taylor looked over at her and saw Nicole dart her head to the back of the bus. “What’s wrong?” Nicole looked around to make sure no one else could hear them, and then leaned in and admitted in a low whisper, “I gotta pee a little. It’s not too bad now, but we do have a long trip ahead of us.” “Oh yikes,” Taylor replied. If they weren’t in a bus filled with other students, Taylor would’ve admitted that she also had to go. As it was, however, she merely asked, “Did you go before you left the house?” Nicole shook her head, “I forgot, I was too busy texting Rose.” “Ah,” Taylor nodded. She felt another twinge in her bladder and figured that, for the sake of making it through the long trip, she would steer the conversation away from the bathroom for now. “Too bad she had that stupid vacation with her grandparents and couldn’t come with us.” “Yeah, apparently it’s really boring. They got rained in for like, two days, and there’s terrible internet at the cabin where they’re staying. She’s pissed she didn’t get to come with us.” “That does suck,” Taylor agreed. Nicole pulled out her phone and grabbed her water bottle to take another swig, almost absentmindedly. Her legs shifted slightly as she drank, but other than that, Taylor saw no outward signs she had to pee. She hoped for Nicole’s sake that it wasn’t urgent. Nicole hated the school bathrooms almost as much as Taylor. Taylor could feel the twinge slowly grow into a background urge, and her mind thought back to all that water she had chugged on the ride there. With her car’s AC broken, it was all she could do to stay cool and hydrated in the sweltering summer. Now, however, all of that was making its way into her bladder, and they weren’t even 10 minutes from the school yet. Taylor wasn’t super worried, however. If there was one thing her aversion to public restrooms had given to her, it was a bladder of steel. The two fell into silence, Nicole scrolling on her phone and Taylor gazing idly out the window. She considered joining her friend in browsing social media, but she enjoyed gazing out the window on road trips. It had become almost an unspoken rule for Taylor to take the window seat whenever they traveled together. Taylor was able to ignore her bladder for the most part, but every once in a while she would become aware of how fast it was filling up. Worse still, she was starting to get a bit parched. She didn’t want to add more fluid than was necessary, especially if she was going to make it through the trip, but she couldn’t help it if she was thirsty. She reached down and rummaged through her bag, pulling out one of her water bottles and taking a swig before setting it down next to her between the seat and the window sill. It was probably just her mind, but the second the water hit her lips, Taylor could swear she felt her bladder fill up just that bit more, and she pressed her thighs together. Aside from her filling bladder, the bus ride wasn’t that uncomfortable. The charter buses were comfortable and Taylor was perfectly content watching the city and pedestrians zoom past the window. Occasionally, Nicole would turn and share a funny image or meme to Taylor, but for the most part, the two sat in silence. It wasn’t until roughly 40 minutes into the trip that Nicole spoke up. “Oh yeah, did you hear Jacob and Rose are dating?” “No way. Those two, really?” “Yeah, here,” Nicole held up her phone and showed Taylor a post with the two of them hugging and announcing their relationship, dated to a week ago. “What the hell?” Taylor asked, “I thought Jacob was gay!” “You thought Jacob was gay?” Nicole echoed inquisitively. “Uh, yeah. He dated that prick Brandon, remember?” “Oh shit, I totally forgot about that,” Nicole gasped, smirking, “Didn’t they break up, like, 2 weeks later?” “Yeah, because Brandon was a prick,” Taylor frowned, reaching for her water bottle again, “But seriously, I can’t believe Rose is dating Jacob.” “Same, honestly, but that was because I thought Rose was into you,” Nicole mentioned nonchalantly. Taylor picked a bad time to try to take a sip. She choked and nearly spit out her water, and some made it down the wrong pipe, causing a bit of a coughing fit. Each cough squeezed her bladder, and even though she didn’t have to go that bad yet, for a second she thought she might actually leak a little. Nicole reached over and rubbed her back until Taylor recovered, and when she finally did, she looked over at her blonde friend, “W-what? Why would Rose be into me?” “Because she gets this super dumb grin every time she looks at you,” Nicole pointed out, “And she totally flirted you at Kevin’s Christmas party that one time. And she’s like, always staring at your ass.” “Oh come on, she only flirted with me at the Christmas party because Kevin’s brother spiked the eggnog. And I don’t think smiling when you’re talking to a friend is really that weird,” Taylor pointed out before turning to Nicole directly, “Besides, YOU’RE always staring at my ass.” “Come on, I’m your best friend. I’m allowed to stare at your ass. Platonically,” Nicole pointed out, before making obvious eye-contact towards Taylor’s shapely hips, “It is a nice ass.” “Shut up,” Taylor rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Besides, clearly you were wrong, and Rose doesn’t like me, because she’s dating Jacob apparently.” “Ooh, was that jealousy I hear? But like, for which one?” Nicole pondered, narrowing her eyes at Taylor “Neither! Come on, Nicole,” Taylor shook her head. “Right, right, sorry,” Nicole said, though Taylor was dubious as to how serious she was being. She then leaned in again and lowered her voice, “Honestly I just wanted to take my mind off of needing to pee.” “Is it that bad?” Taylor asked, concerned. She briefly considered admitting to her own needs, but the thought of anyone else overhearing was enough of a deterrent not to. “I don’t have to go that bad, at least not yet, but these bumps aren’t helping,” Nicole shuffled in place as she complained, her voice barely above a whisper, “We’re not even halfway there, though.” “Well, hopefully you don’t have to resort to using that,” Taylor motioned to the toilet towards the back. Taylor hated using public toilets in general. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to use a tiny toilet on a bus. She had been forced to use a plane toilet before, and given the choice between using one again and outright wetting herself, Taylor wasn’t sure which she’d rather do. Knowing Nicole, she wasn’t any more eager to resort to the charter bus’s facilities. “Yeah, that would be super lame,” Nicole scoffed, “I should be fine, though.” Despite Nicole saying that, she didn’t sound super confident. She wasn’t openly desperate yet, but then again, neither was Taylor, but she was acutely aware of her own filling bladder. Her urges were still at the point where she could push them to the back of her mind, but every once in a while, a bump would trigger a wave of urgency that Taylor had to actively fight. The two continued to chat idly, mostly gossiping about their friends and the other seniors, trying to avoid any who were on the bus and could overhear. They talked about Jen and her three-boyfriends incident, the drama between Geoff and Craig which had nearly started a school-wide civil war, and of course, what their entire senior class had unanimously dubbed “Promageddon”. The discussions managed to burn a decent amount of their remaining trip, but it was quickly becoming harder and harder for Taylor to keep her mind off of the fullness in her bladder. It was a sensation she was accustomed to, given her tendency to avoid public toilets at nearly all costs, and part of her actually enjoyed the fullness. The other part of her, however, was acutely aware that they still had nearly an hour left on their trip, and each bump, each sharp turn, and every time the bus slowed down and sped up, the movement transferred straight into Taylor’s bladder, which was sitting full in her abdomen. Nicole didn’t look much better. She was staring at her phone like before, but Taylor could tell she was unfocused, and she was bouncing a leg up and down as she leaned forwards slightly. She had also gone back to her water bottle less and less, and her thighs were rubbing tightly together. An outsider probably wouldn’t be able to tell, but Taylor knew her best friend. Nicole had to pee. Suddenly, they hit a really rough bump, and Nicole visibly clenched up, raising her legs and shuffling in place as her eyes widened in panic for the briefest of moments. It seemed to subside quickly, but she was sitting even stiffer than before, and Taylor could see her knuckles clenching the hem of her skirt tightly. The bump had also sent a wave of desperation through Taylor, but it hadn’t affected her nearly as much. “You holding up alright?” Taylor whispered. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Nicole refused to look up from her phone, “My bladder’s like, really full, though?” Taylor’s own bladder spasmed, and Taylor finally resolved to share her own needs with Nicole. She looked around, making sure no one was listening in, and lowered her voice to the quietest whisper, “I’m pretty full too.” “Well, I guess I’m glad it’s not just me, then,” Nicole smiled, “You think you can make it through the trip?” “I should be asking you that,” Taylor pointed out, “You look worse off than me.” “I’ll be fine, it’s pretty urgent, but nothing I’m not used to,” Nicole pointed out. “Same here,” Taylor nodded, “Hey, did you want to play a road trip game to get our mind off of things?” “Pfft, no,” Nicole shot down immediately, “That sounds super lame.” “Come on,” Taylor suggested, “It’ll help us get our mind off of our bladders.” “Fine, fine,” Nicole rolled her eyes. She shuffled and leaned forwards to see out the window, “So, what, like I spy?” “Sure,” Taylor nodded. She leaned forwards, taking care not to put too much pressure on her bladder, and glanced around until she spotted what she wanted to use, “I spy with my little eye, something gray.” Nicole crossed her arms, “You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s, like, 80% of the cars on the road.” “Yeah, but which one?” Taylor asked. Nicole shook her head, “Ugh, fine, that CX-5 over there.” Taylor looked to where Nicole was pointing, but there were at least three vehicles that way. “Which one’s the CX-5?” “Oh, that SUV with the stupid jesus bumper sticker. It’s a Mazda CX-5.” “No, it wasn’t that one,” Taylor shook her head, “But wait, you know cars?” “Yeah, I know cars,” Nicole shrugged, “I like cars. You didn’t know that?” “No I didn’t know that,” Taylor crossed her arms, “Since when do you like cars?” “Since I got my license.” “You got your license a year ago,” Taylor pointed out, “You’ve never told me you like cars.” “I thought I did,” Nicole shrugged, “Well, anyway, if it’s not that one, then it’s gotta be the Corolla, right? That’s the dark gray car with the electrical tape on the tail light.” “No, it wasn’t that one either.” Suddenly, the bus ran over a rather large bump, and both Taylor and Nicole immediately both winced in recoil. Taylor crossed her legs together and stifled a loud eep of surprise as she danced around in her seat, and Nicole almost doubled over and discretely jammed her hand between her legs for the briefest of moments until she regained control. “This game sucks,” Nicole complained, “I gotta pee.” “Me too,” Taylor whispered in agreement, “How much longer until we get there?” Nicole checked her phone and groaned, “Fourty minutes left.” Taylor tried to gauge her fullness. She was starting to get desperate now, and her bladder was still filling up. She didn’t mind the pressure building in her abdomen, in fact, she held it so frequently she actually found that she enjoyed it, but the nagging thought that she’d be forced to use the awful toilet in the back of the charter bus still made her worry if she could hold it until they got there. Nicole herself looked really desperate already. She was barely able to keep herself still, and Taylor bet Nicole wanted nothing more than to openly hold herself and put much needed outside pressure against her straining pee hole. The blonde’s hair bobbed from side to side as she shuffled in her seat, and Taylor was about to ask if she was alright before Nicole let out a defeated sigh and reached for her seatbelt. “I really gotta go,” Nicole announced, still whispering. “You’re gonna use that shitty toilet?” “I don’t want to, but I don’t know if I’m gonna make it,” Nicole admitted. She undid her buckle and stood up, making a shaky beeline for the back bathroom. She was tossed around a bit as the bus bounced and turned on the rather curvy stretch of road they were on, and Nicole had to stop more than once. She knocked on the bathroom door and entered, only to emerge not too long after, and head back to her seat, looking no less restless or uncomfortable. “That was quick,” Taylor pointed out. “I didn’t go,” Nicole frowned, rubbing her knees together desperately, “There was piss all over the seat. I bet it was Hank. He was like, the last person to go in there I think.” “Aw, goddamn it Hank,” Taylor frowned, “Are you going to be okay?” “I don’t know,” Nicole admitted, “But there’s no way I’m sitting down on that thing.” As the trip continued, it seemed like time slowed to a crawl. Taylor knew it was likely because both of them were growing more desperate by the minute. Nicole had fallen silent, burying herself into her phone. She was shuffling restlessly, twisting and crossing her legs as though trying to find that perfect spot where she’d be able to find just that little bit of comfort. Taylor was all too familiar with the feeling. Her own bladder shot a desperate wave through her and she was forced to briefly grab herself, pulling up her skirt and jamming a hand between her legs as she squeezed her eyes shut. She took careful breaths as she clenched her teeth together and waited for the desperation to subside. She managed to fight off the wave, but just barely. Taylor tried to stare out the window for something to distract her, but it was impossible to ignore the pressure in her bladder at this point. She reflected on it, the feeling of fullness she felt so many times. All those times she barely made it through the day, rushing home absolutely bursting and finally letting it out on the toilet. All the times she didn’t make it, where she was forced to duck behind a bush or find somewhere stealthy to hide to relieve herself. It almost excited her, but now, she found that she was just checking her phone and hoping that the time on their trip would count down to 0. More for Nicole’s sake than her own. When there was 20 minutes left into the trip, Nicole let out a quiet gasp and openly jammed her hands between her skirt. No one else was paying attention, thankfully, but it was clear to Taylor that Nicole was reaching her limit. “Taylor,” Nicole asked, a clear blush on her face, “D-do… do you have a spare pad?” Taylor rummaged around through her bag and found some, “Yeah. Why?” “I can’t hold it anymore,” Nicole admitted, “I’m going to pee into one, a little bit. I have to let some out.” Taylor hurriedly handed her a pad, expecting Nicole to rush back to the bathroom. Instead, she started opening it up right there, and Taylor panicked. “What? Here?” “Leslie just went into the bathroom,” Nicole said, “I’m like, seriously going to wet myself if I wait.” Taylor looked around. The seats were large enough and divided enough that they just might be able to get away with it. Taylor was worried for Nicole, but thanks to her friend’s tied t-shirt, she could see the bulge of Nicole’s bladder. She really was bursting. “At least switch with me so you’re not in the aisle seat,” Taylor suggested. The two girls awkwardly, and desperately, maneuvered around each other, and with some difficulty Nicole managed to sit herself down in the window seat. She waited a brief moment and stopped when she noticed that some people were watching them because of their sudden movement. Nicole waited there, legs shaking as she tried to hold it until interest in what they were doing faded. Taylor made an effort to look like they were still gossiping, and luckily that helped lose the interest of everyone watching them. The second the coast was clear, Taylor nodded to Nicole, and she unwrapped the pad. She unbuckled her skirt and shoved the pad down underneath the waistband of her panties, holding it in place with her hand. She pressed it tightly against her pee hole, and let her aching muscles loose. Almost immediately she heard a short hiss as she let out a spurt. Her bladder spasmed and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. She let another spurt out, weaker as to not make any noise, and then another. She felt the pressure against the pad with her hand as she continued to pee in short bursts, too afraid to let it flow freely. Nicole was sure that if she got a steady flow going, she wouldn’t be able to stop it. Each time she stopped it felt like all of her pee was slamming against her aching pee hole like a battering ram trying to force its way out, however she could feel her actions relieving some of the pressure. She kept letting out leaks into the pad until it was saturated, all too soon. She had obtained merely a modicum of relief, but it would be enough to last the rest of the trip. She removed the pee-soaked pad and Taylor handed her a plastic bag. She tied it off and tossed it into her bag. She’d have to throw it out later. “I don’t think anyone noticed, I was keeping lookout,” Taylor mentioned. Nicole let out a sigh of relief, “That’s good. I really needed that. I still gotta pee like crazy, but I was like, actually about to piss myself before.” “God, I couldn’t imagine doing something like that,” Taylor blushed, “Honestly, I might’ve just used the dumb bathroom at that point, disgusting or not.” Nicole smiled, “That’s super lame, though. This was way more fun.” “What the hell?” Taylor asked. “Oh come on,” Nicole crossed her arms, “I mean, I literally just peed, right here, and didn’t get caught. Isn’t that, like, super cool?” “No,” Taylor shook her head, “What if someone saw you?” “I’d probably die of embarrassment,” Nicole shrugged, “But the important part is no one did.” Taylor shrugged, “Anyway, we have 15 minutes left. Did that buy you enough time?” Nicole nodded, even as she squeezed her thighs together desperately, “Yeah, it did.” Taylor wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline of what Nicole had done, or the fact that they were almost there, but the last stretch of the trip went by in a flash, and soon the two charter buses were pulling up to a designated spot near the entrance. Taylor grit her teeth at the large, flowing fountains displayed prominently at the front, right in front of a large sign reading “The Ocean and Sealife Center”. It was appropriate for an aquarium, but the running water did nothing to help Taylor’s full bladder, and she imagined Nicole was equally bothered. “Let’s hope the teacher bullshit doesn’t take too long,” Nicole spoke as they both stood up unsteadily, “I really gotta go.” “Me too, I’m bursting,” Taylor agreed. The two headed out and gathered in a crowd with the other students as the teachers gave out basic instructions. Taylor wasn’t paying attention to any of it. She really needed to pee, and all she could do was shift her weight from foot to foot as her full bladder nagged her for relief. She hated public bathrooms, but anything was better than going on the bus. Nicole next to her was bouncing up and down, thighs rubbing together. The relief of pressure from earlier had helped, but not nearly enough, and not only was she back to feeling like she was ready to burst, but having tasted relief had only made it worse somehow. Nicole felt a particularly strong spasm shoot through her aching bladder, and she wasn’t able to stop a small leak from escaping into her panties before she could clamp the floodgates shut. The briefing dragged on for far too long for either of their tastes, and as soon as the teachers dismissed all the students and ushered them towards the check-in, Taylor and Nicole were half-running, half-hobbling to make it through the gates. They managed to push towards the front of the crowd of students, and as they passed through the check-in gate and had their wristbands scanned, Taylor felt a wave of desperation crash into her. She grit her teeth and buckled her knees, trying not to break out completely into a pee dance as she desperately hoped she wouldn’t leak. She managed to make it through, and as soon as Nicole was in after her, the two made a beeline for the one thing they’d never consider using any other time-- the public restrooms. However, the second they made their way to the signs, their faces dropped. “What the hell? Why are the lines so long? It’s not like they just opened,” Nicole frowned, bobbing up and down desperately. “I know, and none of them are in our group! This can’t be that busy of a day, can it?” Taylor added. Before she could answer that, another strong spasm hit her bladder, and she doubled over. The wave was particularly strong this time. Taylor tried to clamp her thighs together and squeeze as hard as she could, but she couldn’t stop a small leak from spurting out of her and into her panties. “Shit,” Taylor grit her teeth, “Nicole, I can’t hold it.” “Me neither,” Nicole agreed. She looked around frantically, eyes scanning their surroundings as they both danced desperately, “Here, follow me, there’s that outside area over there.” Taylor followed Nicole into an outside courtyard that looked like it connected many different parts of the aquarium. This was worse, though, because there were multiple fountains, and large waterfalls in the center framing an art piece depicting a variety of sea life. “This running water is not helping, Nicole!” Taylor said through gritted teeth. “I know, hold on!” Nicole shot back. She scanned the area and her eyes lit up, “Over there.” Nicole pointed to a small side fountain that was somewhat out of the way. It was off any of the main paths and it didn’t look like anyone was around it. She dragged Taylor to the fountain. “Okay, now we just slip off our panties, hike the back of our skirts over the ledge, and we can pee into this fountain while sitting down. It’ll look like we’re just resting,” Nicole suggested. “Are you kidding me, I’m not doing that!” Taylor blushed, crossing her arms, “Seriously, you dragged us out here for that?” “Well, it’s either that, or we could wait in that super long line for the bathrooms,” Nicole pointed out, “We’re kind of out of options, and time.” Nicole looked around to make sure no one was watching before tucking behind a wall near the fountain and slipping her panties off. She bunched them up and tossed them into her bag before motioning over to Taylor for her to do the same. “There’s no way in hell,” Taylor blushed. “Fine, suit yourself,” Nicole rolled her eyes. She scooted herself onto the stone and carefully hiked her skirt up so it looked modest while not blocking anything between her bare crotch and the water. She made sure she was far enough back that her ass was hanging over the edge, and was about to let lose, when Taylor doubled over again. “Oh shit, I’m gonna piss myself,” Taylor whined, “Fine, I’ll do it.” In one swift motion, Taylor joined Nicole on the edge of the fountain, and both of their dams practically burst. Nicole metered her flow and tapered it off to a quiet trickle, while Taylor couldn’t help but piss openly and forcefully into the fountain. Taylor threw her head back and sighed as she felt the beginning of relief was over her aching bladder. Nicole was hunched forwards, panting and letting her overfilled bladder slowly drain away into the fountain. Her muscles had only tasted relief earlier, but even now she was taking care not to make her stream too loud or obvious. She glanced over to make sure Taylor’s wasn’t being too obvious, but luckily Taylor had stayed pretty hydrated. Her pee was a pale yellow that disappeared quickly. Unfortunately, Nicole’s own stream was much less dilute, coming out as a strong golden yellow. Taylor looked over and noticed that obvious clouds of pale yellow were emanating from there end of the fountain. Her eyes widened, and she panicked. “Nicole, we have to stop, people are gonna notice!” “No, I can’t, I’m not even halfway empty yet!” “Seriously, we’re turning the fountain yellow!” “Damnit, fine,” Nicole grit her teeth. Both girls fought desperately to stem the flow, and while Taylor managed it easily, Nicole had much more difficulty. Her muscles were strained and she had already stopped before. Not to mention despite having let out a decent amount of pee, far more than the pad had absorbed, her tired muscles and all the stopping and starting had only made Nicole’s desperation worse. “Now what?” Nicole asked, “I’m super desperate still.” “Is there another bathroom around?” Taylor asked, though neither of them were familiar with the layout of the aquarium. “I don’t know, but let’s find something quick, I’m like, really about to piss myself.” The two girls hobbled around for somewhere, anywhere to relieve themselves. They soon spotted another sign for restrooms and made a beeline for it. Taylor’s bladder screamed in protest as she barreled down the hall towards relief, and Nicole was leaving droplets of pee on the floor. She couldn’t hold it anymore without leaking, and she didn’t have to worry about it anyway, considering she wasn’t wearing panties. The two finally made it to the bathrooms, which were down a long, out of the way hall that didn’t seem to lead anywhere else. Taylor rushed over to the door to the ladies room and tugged on the handle, expecting it to swing open, but it caught almost instantly, it was locked. “No, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Taylor cursed, “The one time I WANT to use a public restroom!” “Fuck,” Nicole doubled over as shef let out a longer spurt onto the floor, “I’m trying something.” She rushed over to the door to the men’s room and it swung open no problem. Nicole rushed in and Taylor reluctantly followed. Nicole barely had time to hike up her skirt and position herself over one of the urinals before she lost control completely. Pee gushed out of her like a waterfall, splattering both into the urinal and onto the floor. Nicole let out an almost orgasmic moan as she finally allowed herself to fully relax and relieve herself. Taylor briefly considered just using a stall, but Nicole had already crossed the bridge. Taylor rushed over to the stall next to Nicole’s and hiked up her own skirt before joining her friend. Despite Nicole’s utter torrent, Taylor’s stream was even messier, and she had to stop and adjust a few times before she made it directly into the urinal. When she did finally allow herself to relax, it was bliss. She all but forgot they were two girls peeing into urinals in a men’s bathroom, and could be caught any time. If that bothered Nicole at all, you couldn’t tell it from her face. Nicole’s eyes were hazed over as she took in the absolute, blissful relief. Holding through that long bus ride, and then having to start and stop multiple times to not get caught, had brought her to the brink. Rather than just relieving herself after holding it for a long time, she had legitimately lost complete control as soon as she was positioned over the urinal. A second too late, and she’d be pissing uncontrollably on the floor. Despite starting later, Taylor finished before Nicole, her stream trickling off and dribbling into the floor beneath her feet. She let out a heavy sigh and turned to Nicole. Taylor prided herself on having a bladder of steel, but for Nicole to still be peeing, she had to have been holding way more than Taylor thought. It felt like forever before Nicole finally stopped, and even after, rather than fixing her skirt or moving to wipe herself, she just sat there, panting in utter relief. It wasn’t until Taylor tapped her on her shoulder and handed her some toilet paper she grabbed from one of the stalls that Nicole even moved again. The two wiped themselves off and dropped their skirts. “Goddamn, I really had to pee,” Nicole said. “Same,” Taylor agreed, “I can’t believe we used urinals, of all things.” “I guess technically we didn’t have to put our asses on some grody toilet seat, right?” “I’d agree with you, but we had our asses on that fountain earlier.” “Yeah, but that was way more fun, until you stopped us. Seriously, I came super close to pissing myself.” “With how long you pissed here, there’s no way you wouldn’t have turned that whole fountain yellow,” Taylor pointed out, “We would’ve been caught for sure.” Nicole let out a defeated sigh, “I guess you have a point there. And honestly, if I hadn’t stopped when I did, I probably wouldn’t have been able to.” Taylor nodded triumphantly before she turned to the door, “Now, let’s get out of here before someone sees us. Actually wait, we should put our panties back on.” “I’m gonna leave mine off, to make it easier if I need to relieve myself somewhere before we leave. There’s like, no way in hell I’m getting on that bus without my bladder completely empty. Maybe you should leave yours off too.” “Why would I do that?” Taylor crossed her arms. “Because we both know you hate public bathrooms as much, if not more, than me,” Nicole pointed out, “Also it’s more fun.” “You’re impossible,” Taylor shook her head. “Also maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get a nice view of that ass.” “Really?” “Like, platonically, I mean.” “Whatever, let’s just go before someone catches us.” “Yeah, let’s.” The End
    7 points
  3. Hey all! I’m back with another story, and unlike the other two, this one is freshly finished. Like, my legs are still sticky type thing. So, I have been wanting to do a hold all weekend. I’m at my bf’s on the weekends, so I don’t do anything but fantasize about it when I get home. Normally I don’t even try to do it, bc of laundry or it not being the right time. But not tonight. At around 6, I had 3 solo cups worth of ice water. Those that know me, know I drink water like nobody’s business. I left my bf’s at 9, so it was already settling in my bladder and making me a bit squirmy. When I got home, I snagged two water bottles (591) and went to my room, getting everything prepped. Everyone was still awake, so going to the bathroom and releasing in the tub was not an option. Plus, they were bathing our dogs, who were indeed quite stinky. So I get everything ready and hop on the site. I decide to document my hold, and a fellow user tells me I should drink one of my water bottles, which I do quite fast. This is at around 10~ish. My bladder is a solid 7/10 so I keep going strong. I was confident I could make it by 12. That could not be further from the truth. I was laying down, doing what girls do at night 😉 and when I finished, I noticed that my bladder had gone from a 7/10, to a 9/10. But it didn’t feel like I was dying, just a bit more pressure. Then I stood up, and oh my godddd, I knew I wouldn’t last long. This was at 10:40. I danced around, struggling to put on my polka dot leggings. I originally wanted to wet in my shorts, but I decided leggings would be easier to hide if for some reason someone came in my room. And my shorts would show just about ANYTHING, and they were new, so I didn’t want to wet them yet. I honestly thought I was going to wet myself before I even put on the leggings, but miraculously I did not. I didn’t even leak. I set my towel down and sat down on it, but then got antsy and stood up. Standing up was the end. There I was, legs crossed, trying desperately to suppress the ocean that was inevitably going to come. I whimpered and squirmed, and then my first leak. I crossed my legs tighter, leaking some more into my leggings. I was actually panicking, thinking “oh god I’m about to piss myself.” I crossed my legs even more and I felt the next leak snake into my ass, and when I let my legs go to adjust, piss was hitting the towel and I tried to stop it. But eventually, it got to be too much. I stopped trying and just let my piss soak the towel and my poor leggings. I tried to stop it one more time, and when I let my legs go, it just kept going. I pissed until I couldn’t anymore, and it felt really good. Will be doing this again 💖
    6 points
  4. Commission Extra! 💜 🖤 Credits to: @OmoNadia (Character and concept) & myself (Davi character) And Commission #59! 🖤⚔️ Credits to: @KingoKings(Character and concept)
    6 points
  5. Holy shit. I just pissed myself. I stood up Bc I didn’t want to piss on the bed, and I crossed my legs the best I could. Pee still leaked out, so I gave in and let my bladder go 😩 will be posting about this!
    6 points
  6. The office I work in is usually empty, people stop by to either pick up mail, or to meet clients for sales meetings. There's a woman there who is my "work wife" and I'm her "work husband". We're playfully flirty towards each other but very respectful of boundaries. She usually never comes in unless I'm there and on this day, she came in wearing a black top, greenish yellow skirt, black heels 😍 So preface, don't know what she had to drink before she came to the office, but she walked in with her coffee mug and her half gallon water jug half empty. We talked while waiting for her clients to get there, and she refilled the jug, chatted some more as she sipped about 16 ounces from it just as her clients arrived. I wasn't in the meeting, but those meetings can range from about 45 minutes with clients that ask standard questions but can go 2 hours 🙄 hers went about an hour, by which time I was on a Zoom meeting of my own with clients and engineer. The conference door opened, her clients walked out followed by her and she shot me a look kinda grimacing before escorting them to the elevator. They chatted a few seconds, the door closed, then I looked up and she was running towards the bathroom. Just as I was looking at her she stutter stepped 2 or 3 times before slamming the door. She was probably in the bathroom maybe 5 or 6 minutes before she made the dash to her desk to collect her things and leave. I mouthed to her "are you ok", to which she shook her head no and make the hand gesture she'd text me later. She later confessed to me that she was letting go as she ran to the bathroom (explains the stutter step) and all she had time to do was pull up the skirt, her panties got soaked that day.
    5 points
  7. Version 1.0.0

    2,064 downloads

    This game finally got an official translation! There are 4 maids in your mansion, 3 of which you can have progress with. You can do various things to them such as touching, flipping their skirt and making them want to pee! Enjoy!
    Free
    4 points
  8. It seems obvious that recording a diaper wetting with a thermal camera is going to show a lot more than just regular videography so I've decided to record myself wetting a diaper with my thermal camera. Haven't really seen anyone else do this, but I'm very interested to see if they have. What do you guys think of this idea? Anyway, here's a taste. IPS_2022-07-19.22.03.09.5480.mp4 Let me know if you have any ideas for different things I could shoot in thermal infrared.
    4 points
  9. Cute skit, love the crossed legs 😛 https://www.tiktok.com/@tashplayer/video/6984257641144978690 Found this one too if you want a good laugh haha https://www.tiktok.com/@colie.1/video/7113376627911970094
    4 points
  10. Hello! I have completed another animation! Alleyway.mp4 This is an animation I started back late last year/early this year, but because of frustrations with my art program and the scope of the project, I decided to take a break on it. I was actually planning to scrap this project, but, when I looked back at it, I had already done most of the work. So I just finished up the last parts of it, and here it is! It doesn't totally match up to the image I had in mind when I first started making it, but I'm still very happy with how it turned out! I hope you all like it!
    4 points
  11. BLK-295

    1,328 downloads

    BLK-295-01 - While studying a desperate schoolgirl is denied a bathroom break and ends up wetting herself infront of her tutor. After she takes off her wet skirt and panties he then grabs her and presses on her abdomen until she starts pissing herself again. BLK-295-02 - While getting a massage the woman suddenly becomes desperate and wets herself. BLK-295-03 - While cooking a man comes over and applies multiple electrode pads between her legs and a massage belt over her abdomen and turns them on until she starts pissing herself. He then breaks out some vibrators and uses them until she pisses herself again. BLK-295-04 - While posing nude for an art class the woman suddenly becomes desperate. The students notice her squirming and all get up to start lightly stroking her with paintbrushes until she starts pissing herself. Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has everything plus sex Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  12. Walking to the store, Alisha ends up peeing her pants in public when she can’t hold it any longer. Alisha and Gabriella are walking to the store together when Alisha needs to pee, so Gabriella decides to start recording. Alisha is extremely desperate, but there is no where for to hide and relieve herself. She frantically searches for some place to pee, but ultimately can’t hold on and ends up wetting herself in public.
    3 points
  13. She fills her diaper well.webm
    2 points
  14. So I see a lot of stories on here about faking bedwetting and tbh, it's a pretty hot scenario in a fetish story setting, but in real life it's not at all like that. I also want to say upfront that this all genuinely happened and I'm going to do my best to present it in an honest way rather than fetishizing it because I read so many posts online (not even necessarily on this forum) that are clearly not true stories and just exist as "fap-bait," and I don't want this to be lumped in with that. I, like many people on this forum, have always had an interest in peeing and diapers, and I really can't pinpoint its origin. Funnily enough, apparently I was a little late to potty train because I just basically refused to do it. I have no memories of this so I don't know if it's because I liked diapers or something else. When I was 7-8 I started getting into reading ABDL stories, I never cleared my search history, so it's truly amazing I was never caught. I eventually stumbled upon the concept of faking bedwetting to get diapers, which planted that seed into my mind. I didn't have the courage to do it though for a long time, but as I started to go through puberty and discover the sexual side of my fetish, my desire to know what diapers were like grew. I had absolutely no way to get diapers on my own, no money, no transportation, and none of that was within my sight. Many people can probably relate to how when you're a child, adulthood feels like an eternity away, I couldn't fathom waiting that long. So when I was 11, I finally decided to commit to faking wetting the bed. This really only was feasible because I have loving parents that I knew wouldn't punish me or get mad with me, which is all the more reason why I feel guilty for basically using them. I got into a routine of chugging water before bed and peeing sometimes before I fell asleep or when my bladder woke me in the night (truly I had no chance of inducing bedwetting, I'm actually a pretty light sleeper). It was often quite uncomfortable, I was cold and wet all night and had to try to avoid the wet areas of the bed to try to fall back asleep. My mom was kind, but also understandably concerned. We got into a routine of her waking me up in the morning and asking if I was dry. It was really nerve-racking and embarrassing every time, and it really made me rethink my plan, but I was already in so deep. Along the way, my mom also tried waking me up at various times in the night. I'd sometimes wet before she woke me, which would prompt her to wake me up even earlier. I think she was trying to get it down to an exact science of what hour in the night I wet. But when she woke me up earlier, I'd just hold my pee and wait till later to pee. This wasn't sustainable for either my mom or I, so after a while she stopped trying. Eventually my mom brought it up with our pediatrician during my regular checkup. She had me try DDAVP. To be honest, I knew of this medication from research, but I had really hoped it wouldn't be used because I felt like it would be even more suspicious and worrying to my parents if I continued wetting while taking it. So I decided to stop wetting the bed for a while. 1-2 months passed and I thought about whether this should be the end forever, or whether I should commit to doing it again. But I started to fall into a sunk cost fallacy, if I went through all this embarrassment for this long without actually getting diapers, what was the point? So I started wetting again. This really perplexed my mom, she thought the medication had worked and that was that. Her next step was to get me a washable bed cover. I remember the conversation I had with her about it; at the end she said "it could be worse." I had a feeling I knew what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it so I tried my best to act like a distraught kid who couldn't see how things could get worse and asked her "how?" She replied "well, I could get you pull-ups." We both "agreed" that that would be worse. The mattress pad really worried me because I thought that might be the end of my plan. My mom thinks I don't want to wear pull-ups, she's protected my bed, that could be it. But to try to press things further, I noticed that the pad didn't cover my whole bed, so I'd often position myself to wet off the pad so that the sheets still needed to be washed. I think all this laundry became too much for my mom once she started going back to school to become a teacher. Finally one night she sat me down in her bedroom and said something along the lines of "I know this must be really embarrassing for you, and you can't help it, but it must be really uncomfortable waking up cold and soaking wet every morning. I think it would be better if you wore these." She then proceeded to pull out a package of generic overnight pull-ups, I think they were called Sleepovers. I couldn't believe it, it had been around a year since I started my plan, and finally I had gotten what I wanted. It was also bizarre the way she presented them, it sounded just like the fetish stories I'd been reading the way she argued that it'd be better to not wake up cold. I wonder if she researched online how to convince an older child to wear pull-ups. I had to quickly compose myself and say in an embarassed/upset tone "moooom." My mom did sort of give me an option whether to wear them or not, but I just pretended to agree with her logic and agreed to try them out. I have always wondered what she would have done if I'd said no, but no way was I going to risk losing this opportunity to wear pull-ups. The first time I wore diapers (pull-ups I guess) was magical, it was everything I wanted it to be: soft, bulky, a little crinkly. They were generic white pull-ups with no designs, so it felt even more diaperish. I kept smiling, then panicking that my mom might come in and see me, so I had to try to keep a straight face. Wetting it the first time was an equally magical experience. Eventually my mom started getting me Goodnites. She stored them in her closet to prevent any of my friends from discovering them in my room, and I'd have to tell her when I was running low. I always went to get a pull-up myself because my mom didn't want to embarrass me any further by handing them out to me. Being alone in my room wearing a wet pull-up was the highlight of my fake bedwetting experience, but everything else sucked and made it not really worth it. I had to wear them at my grandfather's house when we visited that Christmas, which was super embarrassing. Usually my sister and I slept in the same room, but this time my dad was with me to try to prevent her from discovering. I knew that she knew at this point because she'd spotted my bed pad, and recognized it because one of her friends had one. The last doctor's appointment I had before I decided to stop was with an actual specialist, a urologist. It was one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life. This doctor was an asshole and I swear he was on some weird power trip. At the end of the appointment he asked me why I was there and I said "because I have accidents." Apparently that wasn't good enough, he wanted me to actually say that I "wet the bed" out loud, and gave this whole speech about taking responsibility and essentially just told me "try harder." I wasn't even an actual bedwetter and this was a traumatizing experience, imagine how actual bedwetters that go to him must feel, I can't believe he's an actual doctor. The last straw for me was when I found out my family was moving out of the country. I was going to an international school where we'd have these annual week-long field trips, and I didn't want bedwetting to get into the way of those experiences. Plus I was kinda done dealing with the embarrassment of confronting doctors and my parents over this issue that wasn't even a real issue. I also started to have more guilt over the worry I'd put on my parents and the money I'd forced them to waste. I stopped cold turkey and we never talked about it again. I was 13 at the time. Actually I did do one last stupid and embarrassing thing. I took 2 Goodnites before I stopped and stored them in the side of my bed against the wall to use for fun at some point. I completely forgot about them and when we were clearing out my room during the move my dad found them. He said "what the......" and I just interjected "whoa, how did those get there" and immediately threw them away, and we never talked about it. I have no idea what my dad thought, did he think I stole them in case I started wetting again? That I accidentally lost some at some point? It makes me shudder to think about it today, but I guess many ABDL's have close calls like that. You can skip to here if you just want to here my thoughts on the experience rather than get the whole story I honestly forgot about this whole experience for a bit because of the craziness of the move and the culture shock of living in a different country. But the older I get, the more I regret it. I'm 22 now btw. I put my parents through so much, my mom must've thought I had some bladder disease or something at least for portions of the time. They also cared about me and worried about the psychological effect it was having since I couldn't go to sleepovers anymore, when in fact, I was doing great. Also, it was so weird to get my parents involved in my fetish in that way. My parents will never know the truth of why I wet the bed, and that kinda haunts me and makes me feel weird for some reason. Sure, there's plenty of secrets I have that they'll never know, but this is one that affected them quite a bit. I worry that in the future, my kids will actually wet the bed, and their grandparents will tell them about how I wet the bed, perpetuating the lie. That's really the thing that scares me I think, I have to keep living this lie forever. Anytime my mom brings up the fact that I used to wet the bed to someone, another person is implicated in my lie. It also kinda scares me that I had this level of dishonesty and manipulative ability at such a young age. I try not to read into it in that way because I know it basically just boils down to, I was young, desperate, and horny. I also look back and think how crazy and dangerous it was that I was taking a prescription medication I had no actual medical need for. Not to mention the medical expenses my family was racking up due to this. We were pretty well-off, my dad had a very good job, so we could afford it, but it doesn't change the fact that it was wasted money. To anyone that is thinking about faking bedwetting, first of all, you're a little young to be on this forum, but I get it, I was here at your age too. But more importantly, don't do it, I promise you'll regret it. You'll be 18 in the blink of an eye, maybe you'll even be luckier that me and get some independence before that to buy your own diapers. Getting to wear the Goodnites was great I'm not going to lie, but all the circumstances surrounding and leading up to that point are not worth it. I'm curious if anyone else has experiences faking bedwetting? How long did you do it and do you regret it?
    2 points
  15. Hey all, I have some questions for those of you who frequent the fiction section of this site. (I figured it was better to put this in the general discussion section, since it's not actually a story thread.) We've been doing a lot of polls lately and I'm curious to get people's opinions specifically on written fiction content. What criteria do you use to decide which story to read or which title to click? Once you've opened a thread, what makes you decide to keep reading? What causes you to look for something else? Is there anything that is an immediate "nope" for you, that causes you to close a thread you were otherwise enjoying? How long will you give a story a chance when it starts out rather dry (literally and metaphorically?) Is there a topic or niche you'd like to see more of in fiction on here, that doesn't usually get a lot of focus? Is there a topic or cliche that gets a lot of focus that you'd like to see less of? Are you opposed to reading stories that have explicit sexual content? What about stories that have a heavy plot, with omo/wetting content dispersed throughout? How long do you like stories to be? Does the length at all determine whether you'll start a story?
    2 points
  16. 1,389 downloads

    DashMcKinzie is desperate and leaks as she tried to hold on in various videos
    Free
    2 points
  17. There's an omorashi.org Discord server, that's safer to use than a random link on the internet. The link is at the very top of the page.
    2 points
  18. I am loving all of the suggestions and will try my hardest to work them in as I work through the story! This is actually the extent to which I have pre-planned and pre-written, so from here on out, it will be mostly driven by what you all want to see. I feel like I've given you enough that you can now fully understand, build, and play in Carsis as much as you desire. So to celebrate this milestone, here is a nice long chapter for you all! Enjoy! __________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________ The tour of the facility had started off well enough. Once they had gotten all of their luggage loaded onto the back of the golf cart, a feat made more difficult by the addition of Nadia’s extra clothing bag and Megan’s incontinence products on top of all of the normal luggage they had brought for their week away, they bid farewell to the nursing staff and left the confines of main complex and began venturing out into the rest of the campus. Though made of gravel, the road they traveled on was well packed and quite smooth, a fact both girls enjoyed immensely. “So what do you two know about Carsis?” their tour guide asked as they crested a hill, the main villa disappearing behind the trees. “Other than what we just learned,” Megan said, gesturing at Nadia’s stomach and her own bladder. “Nothing.” “Alright then!” the tour guide said with a smile before turning down a small dirt path deeper into the woods. “I’ll take you to where this all began and go from there.” The dirt path meandered through the trees, going deeper and deeper into the forest. The trickling of a stream could be heard echoing off the rocks, a fact which made Megan immediately squirm and cross her legs. It wasn’t long, though, before the path opened up to a small clearing with several small medieval styled houses arranged as though they were a homestead. Chickens roamed freely around the houses and a few barnyard animals could be heard rustling around in the hay. Birds chirped in the distance, giving the entire scene a surreal feeling. “This is the original site of the Carsis Experience Project. It was originally designed by our founder to be a getaway from the real world where she and her friends could go to escape reality,” the tour guide said, slowly driving the girls around the cabins. “Over time, our founder found she did not just want to get away from the real world, but escape reality as a whole. An engineer and programmer by trade, she began building the technology necessary to transform this location from a simple cabin in the woods to the project as we know it today.” Driving away from the cabins and along a different path from the one they came in on, the tour guide pointed upwards towards a complex of treehouses. Appearing as though they were floating amongst the trees, the houses themselves appeared to be occupied as flickering light revealed movement that could be seen within them. Large, floating lights danced between the trees, adding to the sense of mysticism. “As the project grew, she knew she would need to develop it in ways which would both entice people to come in and enrich their lives. Not everyone would want to live as a simple human in a mystical world, after all. So as she opened it up to the world, she began adding different lives which could be lived.” The tour guide continued along the path, pointing out various other structures including an entrance to a tunnel which led to an apparent dwarven stronghold, an orcish fort, and a strangely decorated nomadic tent set up which the guide explained was used for the first animatronic prosthetics. “These prostheses were used to transform the user from a human into a centaur,” he explained as they passed. “But not just to make them look like a centaur, the founder had built technology which allowed those using it to physically feel as though they were a centaur. Those who chose to be centaurs not only looked the part, but were no longer bipedal humans. With the prosthetic on, they became functionally quadrupedal. They were centaurs.” “But not everyone desired life in a fantasy realm,” he continued as they passed the centaur’s field and continued on towards the first homestead, a house seemingly taken from the old west prairies and dropped there. “Some wanted just a simple life. So she had more functional locations built, expanding the prosthetics she had previously designed to fit other aspects of the experience to meet customer demand and desire.” Megan nodded but frowned as she shifted her weight around slightly. Though it had barely been 15 minutes since she had last gone to the toilet, she was beginning to feel the pressure of her bladder once more and wondered how much longer the tour would be. The nurse had told her it was a short tour, but apparently her bladder had an even shorter wait time. “So I get where some prosthetics like Nadia’s came from, but what about in my case?” “There’s something for everyone,” the tour guide said with a wink. “And what may seem strange to one person is another person’s burning desire to experience.” As they rounded the corner into what appeared to be a Victorian style mainstreet, Megan’s bladder suddenly spasmed leaving her gasping at the severity of it and desperately trying to prevent it from emptying right then and there. Her bladder pulsating and squeezing fiercely as she tried once more to breathe through the spasm. It was no longer a matter of she needed to go soon, it was a matter of she needed to go now. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped out as her bladder slowly began leaking despite all her best efforts. “I need a toilet right now.” “Ok, we’re almost to the drugstore,” the tour guide said, pointing at a building several blocks up the road. Megan looked at it frantically, knowing that at the speed they were going she wouldn’t make it. She already had a wet patch beginning to show on her jeans and no amount of squeezing her legs would prevent her from wetting fully before they made it. As if to add insult to injury, her bladder let loose another spasm, shooting more pee into her now sodden panties and increasing the wet spot on her jeans. A desperate thought shot through her head as she jumped from the golf cart, ignoring the urine now actively spurting from her bladder, ripped her pants down, and squatted in a bush just on the side of the road. The relief was so instantaneous, she couldn’t even try to hold it back. While the stream of urine that came from her didn’t last as long as she thought it would, it felt so good to be free of the urgency for the moment. “Damn!” Nadia said, leaning over in the cart. “You weren’t kidding!” “I’m so sorry guys!” Megan said, pulling her pants up as quickly as she could, her face beet red. ”I couldn’t wait.” “It’s fine,” the tour guide said with a wave of his hand. “We’ll still stop at the drugstore so you can get cleaned up.” “And so I can pee!” Nadia said, locking her ankles in much the same way Megan had just a few moments earlier and rubbing her stomach. “I think you gave the babies ideas.” The tour guide chuckled and quickly drove the two girls to the drugstore, making sure to give directions on the way as to where the toilets were located. “Toilets are located at the back of the store,” he said as they pulled up. ”There’s no key, so just walk on back.” Both girls quickly climbed from the cart and made their way inside, Nadia pausing occasionally to cross her legs and shove her hands in her groin As the babies pressed and stretched against her bladder. During her calibration, she had asked her nurse what were some of the more common complaints of pregnancy, hoping to rack up as many points as possible for her team. Though none of the complaints sounded great fun, she knew she needed to choose something. So she asked for a larger stomach, one she could see nothing over, a larger set of breasts which felt sore and full of milk, and a bladder bombarded by the kicks of her children. The weight of her stomach had been resting on her legs as they drove, the feeling of the movement lulling the babies into a sleepy state, but once they stopped for Megan to pee, the kicks and movement returned full force. It felt as though one child were trying to nuzzle into her bladder itself while another stomped on it. While this hadn’t been much of a problem at the villa, her bladder was now somewhat full and each movement left her begging for release. A kick to her bladder as she made her way through the door made her wince, a trickle of pee flowing into her panties for a second before she got it under control. “Found them Nadia!” Megan said at the back of the store. “Thank god!” Nadia said, picking up the pace as much as possible, her stomach swinging with each step. As soon as she got to the door to the toilet, she tried to swing it open only to find it locked shut. “Occupied!” A familiar voice called. “How much longer are you gonna be?” Nadia moaned, a kick landing squarely on her bladder sending a spurt of urine into her underwear. “I don’t know, Nad!” Tyler called back, his voice sounding slightly strangled. “Go somewhere else!” “Dammit Tyler!” Nadia yelled, pounding on the door, her legs pretzeled together. A small wet patch was beginning to grow on her jeans. “I’m peeing my pants here!” “Too bad! Go somewhere else!” Tyler said, something in his voice still sounding slightly off. “I gotta go too!” Nadia pounded once more on the door to the toilet before she stepped back with a gasp, her hands flying into her crotch, desperately trying to hold the tidal wave of urine within her as a flurry of kicks landed on her abused bladder. A moan and a gasp escaped her lips as her bladder gave up, rivulets of urine running down her legs and into her shoes. She had wet herself! “Tylerrrrr!” Nadia moaned, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked over her large stomach towards the floor. “Tyler, god dammit!” Megan said, banging on the bathroom door as Nadia looked around frantically for something to clean up her mess with. “Nadia just pissed her pants! And I need to go too!” “Fine! FINE!” Tyler yelled, throwing open the door as he zipped up his pants. “Fine! I’ll just pee later! Not that I don’t have to go too!” “You can piss anywhere!” Nadia said as she shoved past Tyler and into the toilet to get cleaned up a bit and let out the last little bit of pee she had inside her. Megan glared at Tyler as he gritted his teeth and rubbed his lower stomach. Tyler was a party boy whose claim to fame was completing any dare given to him such as writing his full name on the wall of the school in piss after getting exceptionally drunk at a house party. He was notorious amongst the seniors for threatening to do the same thing sober. No one doubted his bladder capacity or ability to do so, but some doubted he would do it again simply because he wanted it to remain a legend. Chances were he would have been the number one culprit for any urine-related pranks simply because of this and he wanted it to remain this way. “Gives the newbs a chance to do something crazy!” he’d say with a laugh before betting someone $5 he could eat their entire slice of pizza in one bite. “What gives?!” Megan said as the shopkeep, drawn by all the commotion, silently slid into the utility room to grab a mop. Tyler shrugged and rolled his eyes, moving his hand away from his lower stomach and crossing his arms over his chest. “Doesn’t matter.” “Bull!” Megan said, subtly crossing her legs as the force of her statement caused her to leak a drop into her still rather moist panties. “It does too matter!” “How was I supposed to know what you all ended up with, huh?” Tyler growled out, shifting his weight slightly on the balls of his feet. “It wasn’t like I knew Nadia was suddenly ready to pop or that you…” “Can hardly hold my pee?” Megan spat back. “You should have guessed, dipshit! Why else would we have stopped at a bathroom on a short tour? Why would anyone have stopped at this toilet of all toilets!” Tyler rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Yeah Meg, why would anyone stop at this bathroom of all bathrooms? Hm? I wonder! Did you ever think that it’s not just you girls who have to piss!” “You’ve literally peed on a tree!” Megan said exasperatedly. “I’ve seen you!” “Yeah, well that was before … this!” Tyler motioned wildly around him. “That’s not something that’s going to happen for the next week!” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Megan stomped her foot, another spurt of urine shooting from her bladder into her pants, causing her to awkwardly hold her thighs together so as to not allow the leak to turn into anything further. “I … I,” Tyler stuttered, an unnatural flush burning his cheeks. “I … can’t say!” “You literally can’t say?” Nadia said, waddling out of the toilet, her pants still quite stained but slightly more dry from the hand towel which had been used on them. Tyler nodded, rubbing his throat. His bladder was uncomfortably full, to the point he would normally have given up the fight and gone to the toilet, but he couldn’t go. Not yet. Not until the girls left. And the shopkeeper. And the tour guides. The toilet needed to be completely empty for him to even attempt going. He hadn’t even heard of a shy bladder before coming to this crazy resort. He had heard of people having other problems with their bladders, hell, even his grandfather had problems with his prostate and needed to piss all the time and his mom had the bladder size of a pea, but this was a new one for him. “Ah, an interesting one!” his nurse had said as he entered the information into the computer. “A shy bladder! We rarely get those! I’m glad they chose to include this one!” “What even is a ‘shy bladder?’” Tyler had asked with a laugh. “It’s not like it’s playing hide-and-go seek or something, right?” “No,” the nurse had chuckled. “Do you like playing logic games? Or games with logistics in them?” Tyler had shrugged, “I mean, kind of? They’re not really my cup.” “Ok, well, this will make your life a game of logistics,” the nurse had said. “You will only be able to pee in certain circumstances. Like if you are alone in the room. It will be up to you to navigate through these difficulties.” They had discussed the logistics of this for a while before Tyler finally figured out what parameters he wanted to set. Naturally, he wanted a challenge and why wouldn’t he? $20,000 was on the line! So he set some rather interesting parameters for his bladder and called it good. If there was another person with a shy bladder, he was certain his would be the most shy of all of them. Who talks about bladders anyways? Now, standing in front of two of his good friends, his bladder throbbing but refusing to release, he regretted his decision. He really had to go and had almost been able to convince himself that he was alone in the store and the shopkeeper had gone across the road when Nadia and Megan showed up and started banging on the door. Couldn’t a guy just be left alone to piss for five minutes? And as much as he wanted to reach down and hold himself, that wasn’t allowed either. He had made it so it wasn’t just his bladder that was shy, but himself as well. He couldn’t talk about it, he couldn’t grab or readjust himself, and he certainly couldn’t piss if there was anyone nearby. They might hear something! Unfortunately, that left him with no way out, no way to prevent himself from peeing, and a full bladder that he physically could not empty in front of anyone unless his bladder simply overflowed. “So what can you say?” Nadia said as Megan rolled her eyes and went into the toilet herself. While she wasn’t desperate, she did need to try and dry out her underwear. And try to pee a little. “Nothing is wrong, I’m fine.” Tyler said as his bladder once again reminded him it was quite full. His eye twitched slightly as his bladder stretched. If only he hadn’t drunk that liter of soda before they got on the bus, he’d have been fine. But man did he need to go! “Ok then,“ Nadia said suspiciously, side-eyeing him for a moment before wincing as one of the babies nailed her right in the bladder once more, sending a wave of desperation through her despite knowing her bladder was empty. “Are you ok?” Tyler asked, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah. Kinda,” Nadia said with a chuckle, her gravid belly and large breasts jiggling. “I mean, these ‘babies’ just made me piss myself.” Tyler smirked and scratched his stomach to subtly cover the rub of his bladder. “More points for you then, I guess.” “Yeah, but I’m nowhere near as bad as Megan,” Nadia said, continuing to giggle. “She pissed herself earlier laughing at me!” “I leaked!” Megan said, coming out of the bathroom just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. “I’ve managed to avoid completely pissing myself so far!” “Oh, please,” Nadia said jokingly. “I saw that wet spot on your pants.” “At least mine didn’t get into my shoes!” “At least you could!” Tyler said quietly, though he wasn’t sure the girls heard him. “You really couldn’t go?” Megan asked, her eyebrows shooting upwards in astonishment. “Seriously?” “Wait. So you have to all the time. You have the babies sitting on…” Tyler motioned towards his groin as his throat closed up before he could mention the bladder, his own bladder begging for release that he knew he could not have anytime soon. “And you can’t talk about it.” Megan finished. “Or go? Isn’t that dangerous?” “I can… just….” Tyler sighed. “Not right now. Not around you all.” “Well shit,” Megan said, folding her arms. “Shit.” Nadia frowned before looking frantically around the hall, making sure none of the staff were nearby. The shopkeeper had been rather quick and silent about cleaning up her earlier accident and had rather quickly returned to his post behind the counter while the two tour guides were seeming to peruse the shelves. There didn’t appear to be any cameras or anything watching them, but from the few experiences they had had up to this point at Carsis, she was concerned that this may not be the case. “Guys, when I went to the supply shop, I overheard some of the workers talking about how they weren’t a fan of doing laundry here and how the next week was going to be awful and how they expected to come home smelling like piss from it,” Nadia whispered, a hand resting on her stomach. “So?” Tyler asked. “So what?” “What if…” Nadia paused, her hand involuntarily stroking her stomach to try and calm the children who were once again bouncing around. “What if our entire group has something going on with our bladders? Wouldn’t that just be shit?” “Yeah,” Tyler agreed. “Watch, they’ll schedule an assembly or something midway through, just to spite us.” “But why?” Megan asked, licking her dry lips knowing she would need to start sipping on the bottle of water the nurse had given her soon and mentally groaning. “Look, I bet the cards have something to do with this,” Nadia said quietly. “I had a black card and ended up pregnant. Meg, you had a blue card and have to pee all the time. And Tyler…” “Yellow,” Tyler nodded, his bladder warning once again that he needed to go soon though he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything once he got there if the girls were still around. “So if we find anyone with any other cards of our same color, we’ll know for sure if this is what the cards meant!” Megan said, snapping her fingers. “But what about the other cards? What do they mean?” “I guess we’ll just have to find out!” Nadia said rather excitedly, one of the babies kicking her in the kidney as it joined in the celebration. “OW!” “But first,” Megan said. “We should finish the tour. We have a whole week to figure it out and I would like to be in my new digs before I really have to pee again. I really didn’t like peeing in a bush.”
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  19. Pretty much any story that has a messing tag I immediately nope out of as i'm not into that at all. Also not really much into bedwetting or male wetting so I tend to skip over those as well. Everything else I generally read. I'd definitely like to see more fanfiction on here. Length does not really determine if I start a story or not, though there are times when i'll admittedly skim through longer stories to get to the good bits(I.E. the omo scenes). my ideal length is around 2000-4000 words. Definitely not opposed to explicit sexual content at all.
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  20. I was thinking that it would be nice if Shayla and Melody teamed up for the next adventure, and if Fern asked Shayla to 'take care' of Melody. Shayla could be initially annoyed, with her usual "what am I doing here" attitude. But maybe with time she could learn to appreciate Melody. I'd like to know more about Melody btw. These are just ideas that came to my mind of course - whatever you write will surely be great! 🙂
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  21. I have many fantasies about male omo. First, I love thinking about cute, shy guys who are too shy to ask where the bathroom is and disaster occurs. In this fantasy, a very close friend of the poor soaked guy would comfort him and help with clean up. Another fantasy I have is of a knight who can't get out of his armor in time and pees in his suit. He would need help removing the armor and someone would find out about his accident and be understanding. Another fantasy I really love involves a cute guy, perhaps a prince, who just pees wherever he happens to be and uses a magic wand to clean it up. I love any omo with gay men as well and I enjoy stories where a male character who either bullies someone who has accidents or causes someone to wet themselves ends up wetting himself in front of his victims. I love when a bad guy gets what's coming to him and it's only fair that a character who is mean to someone who wet themselves should suffer the same fate. One last fantasy involves a guy getting high on pot for the first time and peeing himself in front of his close female friend, she would be kind and helpful and tell him that it happens to a lot of people.
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  25. OP I hope you don't mind me kind of hijacking this thread to discuss anatomy, but I feel this is a question worth answering. I'm going to post some Anatomy 101 stuff, a lot of which I'm sure you know, but maybe you or someone else reading this will benefit from it, so I'm going to post it. Also, I'm including some anatomical diagrams, but putting it under a spoiler just in case. If you look at a diagram of female anatomy (and you should, if you're not 100% familiar with what I'm talking about) the clitoris is above the urethral opening. So the act of peeing (no matter how much pressure there is) isn't rubbing the clitoris, because it comes out below the clit. But take a look at this diagram. The outlines you see represent the vulva (outside parts). Note that the vulva is the outside part and the vagina is the inside part, these are two different things! The vagina is INSIDE. the outer parts that you see are NOT the vagina. It's important to me that you know this. All you see from the outside is the vaginal opening. The vaginal opening is connected to the uterus, so this is where menstrual fluid/tissue come out. This is also where babies come out, and where penetrative sex happens. Also note that there are two holes/openings: the vaginal opening is at the bottom, the urethral opening is right above it. Women DO NOT pee from the vagina! They are two different holes. I've read some fiction on here, presumably written by young men, that refers to a woman peeing from, or holding, her vagina. So I feel that it needs to be clarified. The pale blue shapes you see behind the outline of the vulva are depictions of the inner structure/body of the clitoris. The only part you can really see is the glans/clitoral hood. These are analogous to the glans of the penis and the foreskin. So the clitoris has a vast internal structure inside the body. The glans (the part you can see/touch) is, literally, just the tip! The clitoris is actually considered female erectile tissue, because it becomes "erect"/swollen with sexual arousal. For trans men who are assigned female at birth, if they choose to start taking testosterone, the clit actually grows quite a bit and becomes effectively a small penis that can get visibly erect. Male and female sex organs are not so different from each other. Pressures inside the body can stimulate the clitoris. The "G Spot" along the roof of the vagina is actually connected to part of the internal structure of the clitoris, it's just a different area. The connection between the urinary system and the female sex organs is a little harder to find information on, so full disclosure that I'm basing this next bit off of largely anecdotal evidence. It feels to me that pressure in the urethra can stimulate the internal parts of the clitoris. Please refer to the first diagram- it would NOT stimulate the outer part/glans, AT ALL. But internal stimulation is definitely possible, I think. I also find that vaginal stimulation, especially on the roof of the vagina, puts pressure on the bladder/urethra, kind of pressing it from below. Again, this is anecdotal evidence. For me, and I have to assume for other cis women, the sensation of building sexual arousal is somewhat similar to the sensation of a growing need to pee. The each build to a release, either orgasm or peeing. The nerves are all so close together that it really feels like they are connected. Think about when your dick is so hard that it almost hurts, because there's so much pressure there due to all the blood, and you're just desperate for a (sexual) release- women get that feeling too. (see the second diagram, it isn't hard to imagine!) And for me, that feeling of pressure/desire for release that comes with sexual arousal feels very similar to the feeling of pressure/desire for release that comes with a strong need to pee. The release when peeing does NOT stimulate the clitoris, but it still feels really good, in the same way that it would for a man. I hope that clears some of this up for you. If you want more information about female anatomy or how to please a woman, I recommend the book Come as You Are by Emily Nagoski. (Very helpful info in there for both men and women!) I know there are a lot of young people lurking on this site who are really too young to be here, and I know a lot of bad info about women's anatomy gets spread through porn/lack of access to quality sexual education, so I guess this post is an attempt to combat that. I hope this post doesn't take away from the main topic of the thread too much, and I still hope to see more responses from straight women about their preferences when it comes to male omo.
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  26. For me it is important to know whats going on. This means communication is everything. If the boy is not cool with it, i also will not find it sexy. My boyfriend and me, are both into the peeing stuff and i just like when i see the little spots of pee on his underwear while making out. I also like to get peed on while making love. So we just communicate what feels best for us and then we find the perfect solution for both of us. In conclusion what i find sexy is: - wet spots on underwear - getting peed on while having sex - full enjoyment of having a good pee - communication 😉 Hope this will help you guys. 🙂
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  27. I did this in a bit of a hurry, it's not as good as I wanted it to be but hey, I'm sure some of you are gonna like it!
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  28. Chapter 6 Unexpected Events Laying on the beach completely nude, the sun was reflecting off both girls bodies revealing every single sexy curve. Hazel was starting to feel hot and asked Sophia if she was ready to swim. Sophia, feeling hot herself, agreed but once in the water neither of them wanted to swim for long. The water felt considerably cooler now. After swimming for a bit Hazel suggested "Hey, before we get out why don't we just go ahead and bathe?" "Yea good idea. It's cold and I'd rather not have to get back in." Hazel ran up to her pack to grab the soap she had brought with her. Once Hazel returned Sophia asked "Do you want me to bathe you?" "Sure!" Sophia smiled and immediately started rubbing the soap all over Hazel's body. As the suds built up Hazel moaned in contentment from the feel of Sophia's hands as she lathered up her body. Hazel was torn, it felt so good that she didn't want Sophia to ever stop but she also couldn't wait to get her hands back on Sophia's body. Once it was Sophia's turn to be bathed, Hazel definitely took her time. She got behind Sophia reaching under her arms to reach her front. Hazel moved top to bottom giving Sophia a massage as she went along. Hazel started with Sophia's hair then moved to under Sophia's chin and neck then on to her shoulders down each arm giving her a hand massage as she went. Next was Sophia's breasts. From this point down until Hazel reached her lower abdomen, Sophia completely relaxed laying her head back on Hazel's shoulder. As Hazel worked the soap into her skin she cradled Sophia's boobs, teased her nipples, and gave her tits a deep tissue rub. A lot of time was spent on Sophia's chest. Next was her flat stomach and wide hips. As she continued moving down, Hazel felt her hand go over a speed bump that was Sophia's bladder. At this point Hazel got down on her knees and had Sophia turn around. Hazel's soapy hand glided over Sophia's sexy bulging bladder on its way to her pussy mound. Once there Hazel really slowed down taking her time in this region, carefully ensuring that she got every bit, examining her in the process. Sophia didn't care how long it took, it just felt great to have someone down there. After rinsing, they both got out of the water, dried off, and got dressed. Hazel then asked "Do you want me to teach you how to start a fire?" "Yea." "Ok, well lets get started so we can have a good fire going before it gets dark." Hazel kindly taught Sophia the basics helping her when needed. Sophia caught on very quickly and in no time she had a nice warm relaxing fire burning. Sophia boiled water for dinner and tea while Hazel distilled the water she had collected earlier from the lagoon. "What is that?" Sophia asked. "It's my desalination still I made so I can get drinking water from saltwater." "You made that?!" "Yea." "Thats cool!" "Thanks!" As they waited for the water to boil, Sophia asked "What is dinner tonight?" "Umm I'm thinking I'll have the spaghetti. What about you?" "I'm having you." Sophia said with a sexy smile. Now blushing Hazel replied "That's desert." Sophia chuckled lightly then asked "What are my options?" Rummaging through the bag Hazel listed off all the meals they had left "Mac and cheese with beef. Chicken fried rice. Another spaghetti. Chicken and mashed potatoes. Homest..." Sophia stopped her there saying "The chicken and mashed potatoes sounds good. I'll take that." Hazel opened both of their food packets in preparation to add the hot water. After eating and tending to the fire, Hazel laid down with Sophia joining soon after. They laid next to eachother near the fire for a bit without saying a word. Just relaxing while listening to the sounds of nature, the crackling of the fire, and the rhythmic rush of the waves breaking in the distance. Sophia was just starting to drift off into sleep when she caught herself. She then reluctantly got up and told Hazel "I'm going to the tent before I fall asleep out here." Hazel got up with Sophia following her to the tent. As they both go undressed Hazel asked "Do you still want to share the sleeping bag?" "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Hazel was the first one to completely undress so she was quick to get into the sleeping bag so she didn't get cold. As Sophia slid her sexy body into the sleeping bag, Hazel started feeling very horny. She asked "Do you want me to spoon you?" "Yea I'm cold now." Hazel moved her hand over Sophia's waist acting like she was just going to hug her from behind. But as her hand reached Sophia's belly, it started moving south. Sophia, despite being very tired, wasn't completely opposed to Hazel rubbing her pussy. For the first few minutes she didn't react at all before finally opening her legs just enough to let Hazel's fingers gain access to her vaginal opening. Hazel whispered in her ear "You are so wet and juicy." With that Hazel inserted 2 fingers inside Sophia then removed her hand bringing it to her mouth. Sophia rolled onto her back as she watched Hazel's wet fingers travel to her mouth. Hazel let out a soft moan as she sucked Sophia's juices off her fingers. Once done she looked at Sophia, who was biting her lip as she watched, then let Sophia lick the last little bit off. Sophia moaned pushing Hazel's hand back towards her pussy then started making out with Hazel. Hazel did a few more rub and licks along with mixing in some clitoris action. By this point Sophia knees were up and spread and Hazel was fully cupping her pussy. She was fingering Sophia with 2 fingers while stroking her clitoris with the heal of her palm. Suddenly, right as things were starting to get really intense and passionate, a loud crack of thunder struck out of nowhere making them both jump and Sophia pee a little in Hazel's hand. "Where did that come from?!" shouted Sophia. "I'm not sure." said Hazel as she sat up to grab her phone from her pack. "What are you doing?" "Checking the weather." "Didn't the forecast say it was sunny all weekend?" "Yea. It must have chan....oh shit!" Hearing that, Sophia sat up worried asking "What is it? Is it bad?" Hazel lifted her phone up so Sophia could see it. "Is that...?" "Yea. That tropical storm that was supposed to hit Texas. It's now a category 1 hurricane and unexpectedly turned east and now is coming straight towards Florida." "How far away is it? Where is it supposed to hit?" "It looks like it will hit near Tampa tomorrow but one of the outer bands will be here soon." Hazel tried to keep Sophia calm as she formulated a plan and tried to hide her nervousness from her. "How bad is it going to be?" "It looks like its just rain and maybe some wind. We should be far enough away that it will just be like any other typical Florida thunderstorm. Hopefully by morning it will be gone. Now I'm glad that we were going home tomorrow anyways." Clearly nervous Sophia asked "What if we start hiking now?" "Our best option is to stay here. It's dangerous to hike at night even on a clear night." "Are you sure?" "Yea. We're ok. I wouldn't put you into danger." Comforted some by Hazel's promise but still nervous, Sophia said "Ook." They both had a hard time trying to fall asleep. Sophia felt safe in Hazel's arms but it didn't help her sleep. Hazel was going through scenarios in her head asking herself what if this or that happens as she was trying to make a plan to get back home. After a bit, she knew that Sophia wasn't asleep so as a distraction, Hazel said "This rain is making me have to pee." "Me too! But I don't want to go out there." "Well...what should we do?" "I'm going to hold it." Around an hour later, both girls still awake with Hazel still cuddling Sophia, Sophia once again rolled onto her back but this time with frustration saying "I can't hold it. Not with this rain." "Ok. So what do you suggest?" Sophia thought for a moment then suddenly started getting a look in her eyes. Hazel could see that her plan had finally worked, Sophia was no longer worried about the storm. Looking into Sophia's eyes Hazel asked "What is it? I can see your dirty little mind has an idea." Pausing for a moment to think over her idea, Sophia eventually asked "Is your sleeping bag big enough for both of us?" "We could probably both fit in it but not comfortably. Why?" "I kind of want to put our panties on then both get back into a sleeping bag then pee together. Then maybe sleep together in the wet bag and tomorrow as we hike...we wear eachothers wet panties." "What does that have to do with my bag?" Hazel asked playfully. "Nothing. I was just trying to decide what bag to pee in so we don't have to sleep in a wet bag for the rest of the trip." "I don't mind." "You don't mind what?" "Sleeping in a wet bag every night." Even in darkness, Hazel could feel that she was blushing by her face suddenly warming up. "Can I tell you something?" "Of course." "The idea of sleeping in a puddle of our pee is very hot to me. I even pee my bed sometimes. On purpose! Thats why I always keep my bedroom door closed so people can't see it." "I do too." Hearing that made Hazel feel less embarrassed so she felt Sophia's face so she could kiss her. Sophia reached to turn on the lantern so they could find their panties. After putting them on, Hazel said "Get on top so I can feel your pee better." Sophia gladly agreed then straddled Hazel's hips sitting pussy to pussy the asked "Ready?" "Yea." After a few moments Hazel started hearing a loud hiss immediately followed by a very hot wet feeling. As Hazel sucked in her belly allowing Sophia's hot pee to flow over her belly, she reached up to rub it all over her belly and chest. Hazel moaned as she felt Sophia's pee flow down her sides, between her legs, and pooling under her butt. Sophia completely relaxed letting her body take over. Her pee lasted just over a minute. Once she was done, she got off Hazel then said your turn. Hazel straddled Sophia in the same way returning the favor. Hazel's stream wasn't as intense or as long as Sophia's was but that didn't matter. Once Hazel finished peeing, they were both very horny and finished what they had started earlier then cuddled down. Calming down after their wild and wet lesbian sex, Hazel said "Anytime you have to pee tonight, just go." With a smile and a chuckle Sophia said "You too." followed by a long passionate kiss ending with. "I love you." Surprised by hearing Sophia say that, but feeling the same way, Hazel gladly said "I love you too Sophia." Hazel once again cuddled up behind Sophia then put her hand inside Sophia's soaked panties cupping her pussy as they slept.
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  30. GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR POSTING PRIVILEGES? No more waiting a week and a half for mods to approve my posts for this bitch! I am getting into omo writing. All of these will be in the same universe. This post will be an introduction. These stories, mostly short and nonlinear, will focus on a King, Garnet III, his Queen, Cordelia, and the harem they keep (and yes, it is shared). Fantasy setting. The kingdom, Riverkeep, is small but peaceful. There are some other kingdoms nearby, one of which, Helmsmount, is experiencing some political strife. As a result, some dissidents have sought shelter in Riverkeep (this will be important later). It is in a fairly temperate region with hot summers and cold winters. The harem dwellers are kept in plush conditions, and are given plenty of jewelry and other finery to wear. In the summer, they're encouraged to wear little else. Normally, they get five pee/poop breaks a day, called toilet passes or potty passes, that they can use whenever they want, with these breaks resetting daily at midnight (they can plead for more if they're really desperate, but may be refused). Unlimited breaks are given only in the case of illness or significant injury. The toilets themselves are mostly variations on the chamber pot, although other options will be used. Main characters include: King Garnet Mid thirties. Considered rather handsome. His skin is tan and smooth, and his body is toned from athletic training and a good diet, with a bit of pudge on the belly, but not very much. His hair is dark and curly, and shines brown in the sun. His eyes are dark and, in the right light, his eyes look almost wine-red. Fond of women with MILFy builds, and skinny twinks and femboys. Considered a capable leader due to his care for domestic issues Charismatic, wise, intelligent, all that that makes a good leader Average bladder, but good at making it seem bigger than it is by managing his fluid intake. Maximum hold time is between eleven to thirteen hours. Will not urinate outside of his private pot unless there are quite literally no other options other than clothing. Dislikes even doing it in front of Cordelia. Queen Cordelia: Late twenties. Curvy build, with large hips, a round butt, and breasts around the side of a large orange or smaller grapefruit. Fairer skin than her husband. Brown eyes that have been described as honey-colored or amber. Her hair is long, wavy, blue-black, and well cared for. She has shapely, plush lips and is fond of lipstick. Not a lot of body hair, but the carpet matches the drapes, and is thick. Several harem members attempted to shave it all off one time and it took the better part of an hour before it was all gone. Empathetic and a little daft Big bladder. Max holding time around eighteen hours. Will urinate in front of those who desire to see it, but never where anyone else could see her--no public latrines, alleyways, or bushes. If she's travelling, she has to have a servant bring her chamber pot and set up a special tent. Even then, she doesn't like it. Flint: Male harem member. Late twenties. Smooth tan skin, with some pink scarring, mostly on his back. Dark brown, straight hair just past his shoulders. Gray eyes. Strong build, hint of abs. This next point mentions violence, so it's under a read more. It's backstory. Is subservient to Cordelia and almost excessively chivalrous to her Intelligent, appreciates that Garnet is the same. Has some trauma from his ejection from Helmsmount. The best remedy is either "quality time" (wink wink) with Cordelia or a nice long talk with Jim. Average cock, a bit long and thin. Pubes soft and fine. Slight happy trail. Average bladder. Maximum hold time is around twelve hours. Will urinate in public, but would rather use a toilet if one is available. Jim: Male harem member. Late thirties. Pale skin. Dirty blond hair that's a bit shaggy. Has a beard of the same color. Plenty of body hair to match, especially on his chest, abdomen and around his genitals. Prominent happy trail and thigh hair. Speaking of genitals, his are very large, both in length and girth. You can see it through his pants sometimes. It's also a nice-looking cock, with a good color and shape. Solid build, with a slight dad bod and strong arms. Fatherly disposition, took Flint under his arm because he thought "the lad looked lost" Very large bladder. Maximum hold time around twenty-four hours. He managed that only once, and with extensive leaking. Genuinely enjoys peeing, too. Has little shame about public urination--"we all gotta go." Rosemarie: Female harem member. Early twenties. Slender build, not much muscle, not much fat. Redheaded, but no freckles. Green eyes. Hair is a bit above shoulders. Smaller breasts--maybe the size of a lemon. Very, very attracted to Cordelia Hotheaded disposition. Irritates easily. Can be needy. Very subservient to Cordelia. Prefers to watch others pee, especially Cordelia. Will drink pee. Pubes are soft and fine, with no happy trail or thigh fuzz. Small bladder. Maximum hold time around six hours. Usually needs a pee at night. Frequently has to pee in a bucket or in the harem-members' exercise yard due to running out of potty passes. Due to this, has no shame in peeing in front of others. Background characters will be present. This may be edited later. First story post! This one's very x rated lol As soon as Garnet entered, the lovers swarmed around him. One lover took his crown and laid it carefully aside. Another unbuttoned his tunic and helped him out of it. Yet a third took his pants and shoes. A fourth gently pulled his undergarments from him, leaving him bare. A red silk robe was drawn about his shoulders, and he was led to a large round mattress dressed in velvet, where he lay down, sighing heavily at the lack of weight. He let his eyes close for a moment. A kiss was placed on his nose. “Would you like to be taken to your bed, your majesty?” He sighed. “No… no. I am merely a bit drained. Where is Cordelia?” The girl, slim and bare-breasted with piercings of ruby in each nipple, bit her soft lip. He recognized her as Lila, a new-ish addition. “... I know not. Would you like me to summon her?” Garnet sighed. “Yes. After that, come right back… I think I would like to play with those piercings you have.” She giggled. She sent for a servant, then came back, sitting next to him and baring her large chest. He carefully turned the piercings around within her soft pink nipples, marvelling at how they caught the light. She squeaked and squealed as he manipulated her soft buds. “... I think I will make someone breed you,” he murmured. “I think I would like to see those pretty breasts of yours full of milk.” She flushed. “Why… thank you, my lord.” Another presence approached the bed. Garnet looked up. “Cordelia. How nice to see you. Come, sit with me.” He sent Lila away with a wave of his hand. Cordelia sat, carefully. “You wanted to speak to me?” “I wanted to be with you,” Garnet sighed. “Has this day not been stressful? I thought we could perhaps have some time together.” “I… well…” She swallowed. “I… yes, I do love spending time with you.” He held his arms out. “Come to me.” She lay back into his arms, then squeaked and flinched hard, clenching her thighs. “What is wrong?” “I… I have been… I have not had the chance to pass urine all day…” She whimpered. “... I need to go so badly… I have been holding it since this morning. My lady parts are throbbing so badly. Please, I would do anything for a chamber pot!” She writhed, humping his leg. “I want you here,” Garnet replied, stroking her hair. “‘Tis not the same if it isn’t you. Can you hold it in?” One of the lovers, a girl named Rosemarie, laid a hand on Cordelia’s hip. “Allow me to assist, my lady.” “What do you mean?” Rosemarie stroked Cordelia’s hip tenderly. “It would be an honor, my lady, if you used my mouth to relieve yourself.” Cordelia initially looked like she wanted to refuse, then another wave of desperation struck. She gripped her lady-parts and writhed hard. “... Be quick! I do not know how much longer I can last!” Rosemarie gently guided Cordelia onto her back, spreading her legs and opening her robe. Rosemarie’s breath carded softly through Cordelia’s thick muff. Cordelia felt her pee hole quiver. Warm lips settled on her core, around her pee hole, and suckled tight. She moaned. “Now,” Garnet said. “Let go.” Cordelia focused. A strong tingling sensation jetted up into her abdomen as the pressure released. Her warm stream trickled over Rosemarie’s tongue. “Ooooh…” Rosemarie hummed. Her tongue laved against Cordelia’s core. The tingling in Cordelia’s lady parts burst into an incredible pleasure. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs quivered, opening wide and then wider. Rosemarie pushed her tongue against Cordelia’s clit just as her pee-stream hit its peak. The pee teased against her from the back, and Rosemarie’s tongue from the front, and between the two, the pleasure made her see stars. Just then, Garnet pinched both of her soft pink nipples, and that was her undoing. She came with a moan that resonated around the wooden paneled walls and off the velvet furnishings. When she came to, Rosemarie was gently wiping her lady-parts clean with a warm wet rag, and Garnet was sitting above her, smiling. She pouted, giving Garnet a wifely Look. Garnet just laughed. “Love you, Lia.” She grumbled. “Love you too.”
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  31. Great video! Would love to hear you moan of relief as well
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  32. Wow! You had to wee bad! That was quite a long, strong stream. I can only dream of holding that much.
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  33. It really depends. If you’re looking to just get as many readers as possible, then use short stories that get right to the point with vivid descriptions. Bonus points if it has a clickbaity title. (But make sure not to make it actual clickbait.) I jest slightly, but in general “well written” from a literary standpoint stories get less reader interaction and feedback. Over the now slightly more than a decade I’ve been a consumer of / creator on this sight there has been a distinct shift from actual publish worthy stories to basically page long snippets showing a particular scene or stories so rushed they feel like news reports. As much I don’t read them myself, I have observed that comment and reaction wise they are MUCH better received.
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  34. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62cb5b1b9c3e7
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  35. Here's the everything everywhere all at once scene for those curious: As mentioned before it's very brief, and quickly glossed over
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  37. Great time of year to continue a great camp fantasy! Feels like the Cascade Mountain Range to me. I bet every reader fits it into their favorite camp image. Love it!
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  38. Sorry, my mistake, but I believe it is also known as The Shift.
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  39. I've never had a partner go down on me while i was truly desperate (my partner has no interest in this side of things, I wouldn't want to involve him in it by accident), but I have had a partner go down on me while I was waiting for a housemate to get out of the bathroom... it definitely adds a different dimension of sensation. For me the feeling of sexual pleasure is very closely linked to the feeling of bladder fullness and it's nice for them to enhance each other. The idea of grinding on my partner's face while bursting is definitely appealing. Another idea I really like is being made to get very desperate and then forced to stay really still, not allowed to wiggle, not allowed to squirm, not allowed to hold... not anything. Maybe even be tied up for it if I can't be disciplined enough to control myself. There was a video I saw on here, I wish I could find it again, of a lesbian couple outside on a porch, and one is desperate to pee but can't get the door unlocked, and the other refuses to unlock it for her, forcing her to hold it with her legs apart on the front porch. It's insanely hot and I would love to have a partner put me in a situation like that... somewhere a bit more private than the front porch, lol.
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  41. I peed my undies a little bit when coming home from a two hour drive. I had deliberately not went to the bathroom before leaving. But when it dribbled out between car and toilet it was really accidental. Having kids and getting older have their perks if you're into wetting 😛 Back in high school I was on a school trip once and a friend of mine did it. We were searching for a public bathroom and had to walk, and walk and walk until we found one. By the time we reached the bathroom she was leaking in het menstrual pad (she told me). I don't think I've ever seen anyone as happy as her when she was coming out of the toilet 😄
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  42. Watch Gabriella, Alisha, and Ronica enjoy some intimate fun together as they wear diapers in this kinky diapered lesbian video. There isn’t much that can be said about this scene. You have three horny girls, all wearing diapers, going at it in bed. Enjoy!
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    My dumb ass finally figured out how to upload files... So here you all go, hope you enjoy!! ❤️💦
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  44. Well, thank you. It's not my best work but I really needed this one. I love the way I pull my one knee up and the foot back while trying the first door, didn't know I did that. But I would consider this...competent 😏
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  45. If you're referring to the one with her in the white dress, then yes that is one of her hottest ones.
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  46. Yes, my belly is swollen. I had to change into looser pants so the waist band wasn't digging in as much. I don't remember my longest hold, only that it lasted all day/night plus a few hours once I woke up. I'm currently squirming and reading stories to make my need worse. My whole body is hot, and every once and I while I have to squeeze myself to keep from squirting. It feels SO good, and I hope it gets worse as the night goes on.
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  47. Part 4 Renate could not hide her need anymore. You could see her need to pee at her face, on the way she walked and at her tight crossed legs, if she had to stand somewhere and if you looked at her belly, you could see that is was swollen from her overfilled bladder. I did not wanted to make her piss herself, but i wanted to fill her bladder to the limit or a little bit over the limit. I did know, that i did not soon get a chance , to do that again with another girl, so i hade to use this situation the best i could and each minute of this situation. I thought to myself "how much wee does she hold in her bladder, how much more could she endure to hold". She did know by now, that there was no way for her to pee before she was at home and so she did not talk about her need anymore. I wanted to "help" her, to calm down and so we went to a little park, near our home, where she could sit on a bench for one hour. I think, to sit is much easier for a pee desperate girl, than to walk and my goal was, to make her hold longer and make her bladder fuller. I did make a big mistake, i forgot that there was a loo at that park. As we arrived, she did see that loo and said " oh my god, that is my rescue" and walked, as fast as she could with her rubbing knees together, to the door, but this door was closed. She was standing in front of the door, so near to relief her hurting bladder, but she could not get in. Her urge did get now a new dimension, so near at the end of her torture. She crossed her slim legs, as tight as she could, bended over, pressed one hand between her nude thighs and tried with the other hand to open the door, but she could not. It was a loo where you had to pay for using , you needed coins to open the door and to her bad luck, we did not have this coins. Sooo bad, but i think, even if had some, i had not told it to her. On the other side of the building was a loo for men, but you also with coins, but there was a urinal for free. Renate asked, if she could not use it, but i refused and said " that is only for men". She begged to let her in, it would only take 3 minutes and i could keep watch the door, so that nobody could get in and she could finally go. "No" i said again " it`s only for men and you are a girl" "Please let me wee, i need it, i need it soooo bad, please let me wee, let me do it" she begged. "NO way" i said again. She was now really angry and said "can`t you understand that, i have to pisssss, my bladder will burst if i don`t do it. "You don`t have to" i answered " you are a girl, you have to hold it, you have to learn to hold it, girls have always be able to hold it, if they have to and now, you have to!" I told her that i could use the urinal, i needed to piss too, because i did not go all day. "That is not fair, that is torture pure, although my bladder is about to burst, i have to wait outside, to know that you are doing that, what i needed to do so bad for hours. "Okay, i want to be unfair, i don`t go, i hold it with you. Continue
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  48. Part 3 Late at the evening i went to sleep, i did remember at Renates first day with me. I thought at the way she walked , with her knees pressed together, i thought at her naked thighs at the bark bench and i thought how swollen her belly was, from her overfilled bladder. I asked myself "could i fill her bladder more? Could i make it bigger? Big as a Melone?! How much and how long can she endure to hold?" Early at the morning i waked up, i was a little bit nervous, because i had the goal, no second pee for Renate after her morning pee, but instead a second orange juice at breakfast. I reached my goal, i had the whole day for me, to fill Renates bladder. We had early lunch at a kiosk, a large coke was a good investment for me and for the girl`s bladder. After a short time a second large coke for her at another kiosk. She did drink it without to think, that all what goes in, has to go out. I did think about it and was waiting for it. It did not take a really long time till she said "i need a wee." "That is not really new, that is every day the same, you need to go but you have to hold it until home" was my answer. "Today it is not the same, i need it so bad, that it is impossible for me to hold it until home, no way to endure that" she said. " No way to pee before at home, you have to endure it" i repeat. "That is torture what you are doing to me" she said and walked, for about one hour quiet and angry beside me. Than she looked at me and said " i have to wee, let me wee anywhere" and rubbed by each step her knee together. "Don`t walk like this! It is not necessary that every body can see, that you are about to piss your self" i complained. She said, that she is afraid, that something will burst, inside her tummy, if she don`t pee soon. I told her, that she will pee her panties, long before her bladder will burst. "I don`t want to wee at my panties" she said. "That is really simpel, if you don`t want to piss your pants, than hold it! It was after 3 pm, as Renate told my, that it hurt`s so bad between her thighs. I asked" what hurts and why does it hurt". She told me that her wet panties rubbing between her thighs and that hurts and burns. Sure i did no why her panty was wet, but i wanted to hear it from her, so i asked. She told me that she would need to wee so bad, that it is coming out. To know that her panty was pee wet and that it rubbed at her …….., made me hard at the moment, i was total aroused, but i did, like i was angry and said that it was a shame for a big girl, to piss her pants. We walked for about one hour more, she leaked but did not piss herself. Her sphincter was like a valve, if the pressure in her bladder did get to high, she started to leak, but only as much as the fabric of her panty could absorb. One hour later, we had to wait at a traffic light, she bended over, balled both hands to fists, pressed her knees hard together and i could see that urine was running at the inside of her left, nude thigh, down to her white knee sock and turned the top of the knee sock to yellow. She crossed her legs as tight as she could and was able to stop leaking. Some peoples was looking, but nobody said something. Renates belly was swollen, her bladder was bulging visible, i could not imagine how much she was holding. I have never before seen a girl who was needing to pee so bad, not even one of the 4 " big girls from my school". Renate looked at me, with a suffering face and asked " can i squat between the cars? I need to wee, i have to wee, i don`t care if anybody watch me, i need it, i need it so much!!" "No!" i said, " hold it! It is just 1 1/2 hours until we are at home. The last 1 1/2 hours at part 4
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