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  1. So this is a true story that happened a few years ago. I've never written anything but don't see many stories like this and thought everyone would enjoy. I accidentally posted this in the live action section so I'm just reposting in the experiences. At the time I was dating this girl, we'll call her Sophie for the sake of privacy. She was around 5 foot 7, medium build, dark curly hair, big breasts, amazing body, and overall was absolutely stunning. She would have been 19/20 at the time. A year or so before this, I had confided in her about my fetish and did treat me to a show from time to time but I think this was half on purpose and half an accident. We decided that we would go to Thorpe Park for the day. She dressed in black jeans and a crop top and we headed out. Once we were there we went on a few rides and then decided to go for something to eat and had a couple of beers in the process. We got a little tipsy and went on another ride and decided we would go for another couple of beers. We got chatting to some people and had some Jaeger bombs and by this point we were getting a little drunk. We then decided we should head to the Saw ride. We started queuing and were about 45 or so minutes from the front when the ride stopped working, they announced this but said the ride should be back up shortly. We waited 10 minutes and this was the first time she let me know that she actually had to pee. I said that we'd been waiting a while and it would be a shame to leave as the park was approaching closing time and we wouldn't get to go on the ride if we left. She agreed and said that she'd just hold it. The ride got back up and running and we slowly started making our way to the front of the queue. Now being young, in love and drunk, we were being pretty touchy with each other, hugging, kissing a bit etc and I was getting pretty turned on knowing of her situation but given where we were knew that nothing would happen. Or so I thought. She suddenly whispered to me "baby, I'm getting really desperate I don't know how much I can hold it", trying to keep her situation quiet. I offered her the chance to go, but she said she didn't want to lose our place in the queue. I think she had noticed it was turning me on. She had started to cross her legs when we were standing and bouncing on the spot a little. About 20 minutes from the front she said, "fuck babe, I really don't know if I can hold it", I said again that we should go and she said no it's fine, we were both pretty drunk so maybe she thought it'd be fine, but all the beer and shots were clearly catching up with her. After a while she started swearing under her breath "fuck, fuck, fuck" and I was getting really flustered by the whole thing. She then suddenly grabbed my arm hard and looked at me a bit panicked and said "it's coming out". My ears didn't believe what I heard so I asked what she meant? "I'm peeing". I looked down and my eyes widened. This stunning girl was wetting her jeans in the line! It ran all the way down her legs and she kept saying "I can't stop it", before she eventually managed to gain control. She looked down to check the damage and said "shit... well thank fuck I'm wearing black jeans I guess, is the back bad?" and turned around for me to show me it spread up her ass and down both legs. I said "Don't worry you can see but it's not too bad, unless you were looking at it I don't think you'd notice", it was dark by this point so that and the black jeans covered it somewhat okay, but had someone checked her ass out, which people certainly would given how attractive this girl was, then they definitely would have noticed. She then said to me, "you must be loving this, I just wet myself in the most public place possible.." I couldn't deny my enjoyment and she gave me a devilish smile. She seemed embarrassed but I think that the alcohol had given her some dutch courage because I again asked if she wanted to leave and she said "Hell no, I've just pissed myself to get on this ride, we're gonna ride it!" We both laughed, got to the front, and rode the ride. Afterwards, the park was closing so we started to walk back to the bus. I gave her my hoodie to wrap around her waist and cover some of the damage. Once we got to the bus, there was a queue to get on and after queuing for 10 minutes she said again, "fuck I don't know why I didn't go to the toilet before we left I still really have to go" and was really moving around a lot. I said not to worry as we were almost at the front and it was only a 15 minute journey to the train station. We got on the bus and she put her head on my shoulder. I put my hand on her thigh and noticed how wet she really was. Once we arrived at the train station she jumped out and said "okay I need to find a bathroom now!" so we went into the station and she went off to the toilets, but when she got there, she went to walk in and.. the door was locked. She came up to me and told me the situation. "Don't worry babe, the train's going to be here in a couple of seconds you can go when we get on. Now the train arrived and to her horror she noticed it was one of the trains which doesn't have bathrooms on board.. which was insane because it was a 2 hour train journey. She looked at me and said "there's no way I'm going to make it 2 hours!" I really felt for her at this moment because the poor girl had already wet herself in front of hundreds of people so I said "look, sweetheart, you've already wet yourself, before we get on the train just let yourself go and I'll stand in front of you so people don't see." She looked at me and said "I guess you're right" and immediately started rewetting herself, this time on the platform of a train station! She must have peed for a minute or so and by the time she was done she was absolutely soaked. We climbed on the train and headed home. Once we got off we walked back to our place. When we arrived at our door she looked at me and said "Well you must have had fun today!" I replied "I know that must of been embarrassing but I can't tell you how horny I am right now" She laughed. Looked at me in the eyes with a devilish look she gave and said "well seeing as I'm already wet..." she took my hand, place it on her pussy and began to wet herself for the third time that day. We kissed passionately, she let me take a photo of her and then we headed inside and had some of the best sex we had in our whole relationship. It was insane. I would love to share the photo but as I said, this is an ex of mine who I'm no longer in contact with, so I wouldn't be able to get permission to post it. Hope you've enjoyed the story though :). I have loads more.
    16 points
  2. Here is the link to the first video I've ever made with my girlfriend. Let me know what you think, any requests, and if you want to see more! Follow me to stay updated on new content 💕🥰 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62d97aa16a635
    7 points
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  4. It's been a while, but here's a new story. Probably less narrative-based, more just vignettes, about a young woman who wears diapers 24/7 because she prefers "going to the bathroom" in her pants. Chapter 1: An Average Summer Afternoon (messing, wetting, sexual content, diapers) Rob and Olivia waved goodbye as the final guest left the Smith house, where Olivia lived with her parents. As they watched Cassidy drive down of the cul-de-sac, Olivia grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him back towards the backyard. "Thank goodness, I can't hold it any longer." Olivia nearly jogged behind the house and into the landscaping. She relaxed with a sigh as she began to poop into her black compression shorts. Rob was no stranger to Olivia's "accidents". She'd told him that from a young age she'd resisted being potty trained and to this day had weak bladder and bowel control - when she cared enough to hold it, anyway. Most of the time she wore diapers, thin ones to class that usually leaked by the time she got back from campus, and thicker tape-ons at home. But in the interest of keeping this from all but her most trusted friends she had forgone protection today in favor of some black compression shorts. She knew by experience they wouldn't show the "accident" she was almost guaranteed to have. This proved true, no one realized that the reason Olivia had sat down in the grass an hour or two ago was to pee in her pants. Except for Rob, that is, who at this point knew all of her tells. He knew to listen for the faint hiss of pee hitting her panties as she gossiped with another girl and struggled to resist his erection. Presently, Rob watched Olivia push an orange sized lump into her pants. It was a hot day and she was wearing a light, pink crop-top over a bandeau that Rob couldn't wait to rip off of her b-cup breasts, now that everyone was gone. They'd been hanging out in the backyard all afternoon, and this being Olivia's home she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. This was a good thing, as they would have been ruined by the pee that was now running down Olivia's muscular swimmers' legs and turning the dirt to mud beneath her toes. Another push, expanding the bulge in her elastic shorts, and she was done. Rob was unable to conceal his erection now. "I feel so much better now," Olivia sighed, before lowering her voice and cupping Rob's crotch. "Now that everyone's gone, want to go make out?" They entered through the back door into the kitchen, where Olivia's mom seemed to be getting ready to leave the house. If Rob and Olivia's friends were oblivious to Olivia's accidents, her mom was not. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" "Sorry Mom, I was trying to hold it until everyone left but I couldn't make it inside." This was a total lie, but one she had told enough that Olivia's parents accepted it. The truth was that, while Olivia was very accident prone, she often just didn't feel like making it to the bathroom. She liked the feeling of going in her pants, and she was lucky enough to be dating Rob, who was turned on by it. "Well then," said Olivia's mom, "Rob dear, could you make sure she gets cleaned up before you go? I'm heading to the store." "Sure thing Mrs. Smith!" Rob replied, trying to mask his excitement. Mrs. Smith was soon out the door, and with the house empty, Rob and Olivia were all over each other. They laid on Olivia's mattress-protected bed, one of Olivia's hands down Rob's shorts, one of Rob's cupping the wet mass under her butt. Olivia peeled off her compression shorts to reveal a pair of pink incontinence panties now far past their limit and soaking wet, tight enough around her thighs to contain her mess. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began grinding her soaked crotch on his rock hard dick. The absorbent material of the incontinence panties gushed still-warm piss with each movement. Soon Olivia reached orgasm and collapsed on top of him, trembling, and with her orgasm Rob felt a new wave of hot pee stream over him as Olivia's bladder voided involuntarily. This was characteristic of Olivia's orgasms and Rob's favorite part of making her cum. Accordingly, he soon came all over them both. The two showered together, and luckily none of Rob's clothes were harmed during their lovemaking. Olivia needed a new outfit though, which started with a thick, double-taped adult diaper that Rob helped get her in to. It was getting late and Rob did have to go home, so Olivia skipped a bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt that he loaned her, as well as a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to hide her diaper. Finally, she kissed him goodbye and he went home, Olivia's new diaper already slightly damp.
    3 points
  5. I'm editing sprites from games to turn them into omo, I did some of Wargroove sprites a while ago but I'm gonna do some more. Feel free to give me some suggestions. I did Selicy from One Step From Eden, and I might do hazel but other than that I have no clue who to do.
    3 points
  6. Background: Molly and Steph are recent college grads and have been best friends since elementary school. While other girls were more focused on fashion, dolls, and the like Molly and Steph were more interested in comic books and video games which leads to their celebratory college graduation trip to San Diego for Comic Con. They live in Charleston, SC and because Steph is deathly afraid of planes, they have decided on renting a car and driving cross country. Now for the story. Ch. 1 “Alright, I have something here for you and you’re not going to like it.” Molly said as she sat a shopping bag on Steph’s bed. The two were leaving for their trip bright and early the next morning so it made more sense to stay in the same apartment the night before. “Oh! You got me a present?! Why wouldn’t I like…” Steph trailed off as Molly pulled a pack of diapers from the shopping bag and sat it on the bed, discarding the shopping bag. “What on Earth are those for?” “Steph, our last road trip was to Pittsburgh and your peanut sized bladder added more than an hour to our trip. We don’t have time for all the stops you’re going to want to make on this cross country tour and I don’t think you can hold it between gas stops.” “I feel like that’s a pretty extreme exaggeration. I’ll be fine without those, thank you.” “Suit yourself. Just know that I’m only stopping for gas so if you pee your pants, that’s on you.” “What about the car? Making me pee myself will ruin it.” “The insurance covers it. I’ve triple checked and read about it online.” Molly replied matter-of-factly “Whatever. I can hold it.” Steph said, quietly, almost to herself. Molly conceded and put the pack of diapers next to their bags and the two went to bed. The following morning was uneventful. Molly and Steph both dressed for comfort for their exceptionally long trip, opting for yoga pants and tennis shoes with comfortable tshirts. The pair had loaded up their bags including the pack of diapers despite Steph’s vehement objections. Before setting out, Molly reminded Steph that the first stop was going to be Atlanta, which is about 5 hours away. Molly could tell by the intense glare from Steph that she was starting to get truly agitated so she backed off. She thought maybe Steph could hold it the whole way. A thought that was dismissed two hours into the trip when she noticed Steph subtly fidgeting in the passenger seat. Molly couldn’t help herself, her words drenched in smugness she asked: “You have to pee, don’t you?” “A little, but I’ll be fine. How much further until we stop?” “We’re almost halfway now. Alternatively, you could just put on one of the diapers and save yourself some discomfort.” “I’m not going to change on the interstate! What if someone sees?” “I assure you you’ll never see any of these people again. And I’d wager it will be less embarrassing than walking into a gas station with wet pants.” Steph grumbled something rude inaudibly and Molly dropped the subject again. Two hours later, Steph was sitting on her heel and not talking. At this point she didn’t know how much stopping would help as she wasn’t certain she could move without losing control entirely. She had been counting down the miles and knew she was still fifty miles from the exit Molly had planned for them to take. Her bladder nearly full to the point of bursting. Realizing this, she came to the conclusion that she was not going to make it to their first stop. This left her with two options: pee in the seat or try and grab one of the diapers from the back seat. Accepting that her friend’s logic was sound in that briefly being seen changing on the interstate would be far less embarrassing than walking into a gas station in obviously urine soaked pants, she decided to go for the diapers. She waited for a wave of pressure to die down then unbuckled her seatbelt and made her move. “Watcha dooooooin’?” Molly chimed, her voice absolutely dripping with self satisfaction. Steph was too focused on her goal to respond. Also, she didn’t want to give Molly the satisfaction. As she grabbed the package in the back seat, something about the idea of relief being so near caused her bladder to hit her with even more urgency. She was fidgeting more than ever now and leaking a small amount every few seconds. Before sitting completely she carefully and painstakingly removed her pants trying not to completely lose control, leaving her already damp panties on. As quickly as she could, she ripped open the pack of pull-ups, took one from inside, unfolded it and pulled it on over her underwear. She was sure at this point the seat underneath her was more than a little wet but she didn’t care as she finally began relieving herself into the diaper. She felt her pee hitting her panties, saturating them further before moving into the blessed, absorbent material of the diaper. Warmth spread and enveloped her as the material expanded to accommodate her forceful release. She peed for what seemed like minutes before the stream finally stopped and she sat back feeling the most relieved she had ever felt in her life. The seat was a little damp below her, but after checking for leaks it seems as though the diaper held. “Feel better?” “Shut up.” “I told you you wouldn’t make it.” “I hate you so much right now.” Steph was trying not to be grossed out by the fact that she was sitting in her own urine and instead focused on how it felt. It was so warm and soft she actually found herself kind of enjoying the sensation. Realizing she shouldn’t be doing that either she tried focusing on anything else. She was a little mad at Molly so she didn’t want to talk, either, which left her with nothing that would prevent her from circling back to how amazing it felt to just let go in her seat. Still disgusted, but not enough to stop thinking about it. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! This is my first time with this kind of writing and I'm admittedly a little nervous to put it out there. I have a few more chapters written and several more thought out so hopefully this goes over well and I can share them with you.
    3 points
  7. Hello, this is my first short story. My debut novel-length story is still in progress and is still being actively worked on. But I’ve had the time to work on a new short story, with a new perspective. I hope no one finds the character being a mother too off-putting, in fact, I’ve made this story as wholesome as possible. For anyone brave enough to stick around, you will be rewarded with some of my best writing to date. This story contains: Pooping, farting, sexual references, light messing, bathroom-control, minimal pee, desperation, embarrassment, humiliation, sexual themes and references If you’re here for pee, unfortunately, this story is extremely pooping focused, if you aren’t into pooping at all, not even in regards to desperation and embarrassment, unfortunately this story isn’t for you. I do plan on creating exclusively peeing/wetting stories soon, so stand by. But my first short story will only feature poop and sexual themes. The Urgent Business of a Busy Businesswoman (6,324 words, Poop warning, sexual themes) Jennifer had a busy schedule. She could only afford to stay in bed beside her lover, husband and father of two healthy, energetic young boys for the first alarm. As the second blared aloud, she knew she couldn’t delay any longer. As she got to get up out of bed, her husband in his lucid slumber clutched her by the stomach and pulled her back to him. “Just a bit longer,” he asked wearily. “You sleep in, I need to get our boys up,” she replied. Defeated, he rolled over and slept in a little bit longer. But the clock was 6:11 AM. He could afford to sleep in, but she couldn’t. Especially not in her current predicament. And as soon as she sat up on the bedside, her uncomfortable, bloated abdomen churned in irritation at her sudden movements. She put her hand on her belly, and she knew what she had to do next. In her pajama bottoms, and topless without even a bra with peace of mind knowing that her sons need to be woken up and wouldn’t disturb her, she occupied the bathroom. Just over fifteen minutes should have been enough time for her to lighten up. She pulled her bottoms down and slowly eased the massive berth of her hips and buttocks onto the seat. She got up, readjusted and pulled her cheeks further apart with her hands. Her bottom was hanging over the rim of the toilet seat. Having children certainly made her wider and bottom-heavy. Her husband seemed to like it. But she didn’t. She heaved down, but all she could manage was a slow puff of wind. Her more desperate need made itself known as she started filling the bowl with bright yellow. The torrent of her stream splashed and dappled into the water below, accepting it graciously. She was particularly loud in the bathroom, in all aspects, she felt she couldn’t help it, and in spite of her shyness, she didn’t bother to mask the sounds she made nor did she hold back her moans of relief. Except this time there weren’t any moans of relief, only heaving and grunting. She put her arms on her stomach and leaned forward. But it was no use. She was caved-in, and today marks the seventh day she’s been like this. Without even realizing it, she had been sitting there straining for ten minutes. “It’s no use,” she thought to herself. “I know what will do the trick.” She went to the kitchen and clumsily flicked on the kettle. She scratched her head, which was a flock of gold, auburn and red pluming feathers, not helped by her rough night sleeping exacerbated by her blockage, and the tussling and turning in bed the last night. She remembered where she put the espresso, which was her favourite jolt to start the day and readied herself a double shot. If this didn’t work, nothing else would. Once it was ready, she took her coffee into the shower with her and took sips while she performed her ablutions, which wasn’t ideal, but time was not on her side, not today or any other day. She had a thousand and one things to do, and only two hours to do it all. And there was a particularly big thing she had to do before she goes to work this morning. The hot water helped relieve her aches and pains, and it helped circulate the blood around her stomach, which was in dire need of being sped up. A familiar knock on the shower window stirred her from her relaxation. “Want a pleasant surprise this morning?” her husband asked. He didn’t so much ask as insist, as he opened the shower door naked, with his semi-erect manhood swinging out. With his demeanor and devilish smile, he had plans with Jennifer’s curvaceous, wet body, shines with glistening soap and bubbles, which acted as a cheeky camouflage for her womanly assets. “Honey, it’s Friday morning!” she replied. “And the kids are still fast asleep,” he chuckled. “They’ll never know, and you look particularly inviting this morning.” he teased once more as he planted a kiss on her forehead, which he was only just able to reach. He was tall, with a stature of 6’3, but she was very tall as well, standing at 5’12”, crossing the 6 foot threshold in heels, which she often wore. She couldn’t protest, as much as she wanted to. And she didn’t feel well, as though something was weighing her down. She faced away from him, trying to signal, without saying it, that she wasn’t ready tonight. He took the hint and his smile returned to a more cordial, efficient poker face. “It looks like our baby is coming along,” he mentioned, pointing her attention to her bulging belly. She was pregnant with something, but it wasn’t necessarily another baby. In fact, she was in near labor, she felt the pains but nothing was coming. She gave him a quick glance of disgust, but her smile quickly forgave him. “Very funny, I still haven’t tested yet,” she replied. “You should try after our shower,” he insisted. “I already went,” she added. They both showered, and she had to gently stave off his lustful advances, which were particularly wild this morning as his fiendish hands craved her ballooning mammaries, drooping down her chest in big tear drops, and her large bottom, which widened quickly following the birth of their first son, and further still after the second, it also had a dual purpose of making him ever more aroused at the sight of her naked moon as she was brushing her teeth before bed, exposed and vulnerable, which was when he frequently made his sinful attempts. “Alright, I better go and make you and the boys some brekky now,” she teased, grabbing his nose by the fingers. “You should try doing that down here, I think I’d be very receptive,” he retaliated, turning their wholesome shower into the product of his filthy imagination and desires. Her coffee didn’t fully kick in yet, but she was alert and wide-awake as she started making bacon and eggs. Not the healthiest, but this greasy fryup was great for getting the boys to wake up and emerge from their rooms from the smell alone. And, success, as the youngest walked in. “Eggies and bakey!” he chanted. The elder 11 year old son followed after him. “Mooooom, dad’s taking up the bathroom again, it can’t take him that long to take a shit!” he angrily vented. “Language Thomas!” she said. “You don’t need to teach Max that kind of filth. Maybe you need soap for breakfast instead of eggies and bakey!” Her empty threat worked. “No, I’m sorry mom!” “Haha! Daddy’s taking a big shit!” 6 year old Max giggled. “Now look what you’ve done,” she scolded calmly, knowing that it was futile. Even though she thought she sent them to a good school, they were inevitably going to be corrupted by their peers, and be taught all kinds of nasty words. She was just thankful that the greatest caliber of which was ‘shit,’ but even that was awful. Speaking of which, she felt hers brewing away. And she felt a bit ashamed that she might be in the bathroom taking it up and stinking it out for the rest of the morning herself, let alone dad. Finally, her husband emerged, partly dressed with black trousers and a belt he didn’t need, as he recently started putting on weight, but it could be because they’ve been eating more healthily, which doesn’t explain why, paradoxically, he’s getting a pot belly. “Don’t worry, daddy’s big shit is over now!” he laughed. “But I’d give it a little bit before you go in.” “Don’t encourage them Ben…” she asked. “Boys will be boys, you know how it is,” he spoke as she served up their breakfast. “Aren’t you having anything?” Little does he know, she had 6 days worth of massive breakfasts, lunches and dinners clogged up in her plumbing. Beef steaks, chicken, mashed potato, and nearly every vegetable you can think of blocking up her gastrointestinal tract. He noticed her skipping out on dinner last night as well, and he frowned at the prospect that she wasn’t eating. Her bowel schedule is very sub optimal. Usually, she comes home on Fridays to take a mean dump in the home toilet, as she hates going out in public or at work. And, before starting work again on Monday, she’d manage a smaller one on Sunday night with the help of some mild laxatives. Unfortunately, this week, she wasn’t able to go on Sunday night, so she had nearly seven days of heavy meals churning away in her guts. And as her coffee started to kick in, she could feel the gridlock on descending colon freeway beginning to clear up, and at the worst possible time. “You didn’t eat last night either, is something wrong?” he asked. “Yoink, this is the swear tax!” he said as he forked a piece of streaky bacon off Thomas’ plate and ate it in front of him. “You don’t need any more bacon you fat bastard!” Thomas yelled and stormed off in a huff. “Fat bakey thief bastard!” Max added, giggling. Jennifer frowned at Ben, the father of her children, who had a fat smirk on his face as if he were proud that their sons became potty mouthed sailors. But she was also thankful that this diversion allowed her to slip under the radar of his interrogation. “Ben for crying out loud go and talk to him, and give him one of your bacon streaks,” Jennifer demanded. This time, she wasn’t playing games, her irritation was easily identified in her sharp voice. He knew he’d gone too far this time. So off he went to get Thomas back from his room, which he just slammed the door to. She looked at young Max, who was grinning while eyeballing dad’s plate. “You know you want to, go ahead,” she encouraged. Finally, they were ready to face the day. But Jennifer’s desperate clenching big buttocks were making a plea, and insisted her to ask a favour from Ben. “Hey Ben, it has been a tough week for me…” she admitted. “Could you do something for me?” “I thought so,” he replied. “What do you want?” “Could you take the kids to school today?” she asked. “I just want some time to freshen up before work today.” “Yeah, alright,” he said, without a disagreement. Normally he would try to weed his way out of it but he wanted to make up for being an ass earlier. “Y-you will? Thank you honey…” Ben and the kids said goodbye to Jennifer, and they walked out to the garage to get into his electric car. She didn’t like it, she preferred the good old petrol guzzlers, as they were more reliable. As soon as she heard the door close, the felt her own back door opening. She rushed to the bathroom to finally take care of the cause of her massive discomfort. As fast as she could move, she closed the door, pulled up her business skirt, tore her satin panties and pantyhose down and flomped her big butt down onto the toilet. She knew that this was going to be biblical. She knew that an event as monumental as the second coming of christ was about to happen. And it was going to emerge from her, and it was going to be shitty. She didn’t need any help spreading herself open, she could already feel her colon forcing her anus wide. But her troublesome big nuggety load wouldn’t come without a fight, even if she was ready to deliver her turd baby with her gut opened wide. She began to rub her stomach and slowly heave down. But then she heard them coming back inside, and suddenly, her anus closed back up and she had to hold it back in. “Yay! No school today!” This news was followed by an insistent warning knock at the door and Ben barging right in and closing it behind him. “Jenny…” he said, looking at his big bottomed wife on the toilet. She wasn’t shy about pooping in front of him, not at all. But when she had a colossal buildup like this, she didn’t want anyone to see her, especially the state she was about to put the toilet in, and why she prepared gloves and a garbage bag in advance, anticipated the queen of all toilet blockages. Even though she loved him, and he loved her unconditionally, she would rather die than have her husband, or anyone else know that she very well could be taking the biggest shit in all of human history and that she was going to murder this toilet, as strong as its flush was. She fondly remembers one time, when he walked in on her pooping. He walked over, pulled her off the toilet while she profusely protested, looked in the toilet bowl and crassly commented, “My, that was a big one.” And in her embarrassment and fluster, she retaliated by saying, “Do you have a poo fetish or something!” He already had the perfect response, “No, I have a you fetish.” This altercation was followed by very hard sex, and this was what broke the barrier of not wanting to poop in front of her husband. Even so, she was sitting on the toilet, she knew it was going to be colossal, and she didn’t want an audience this time. “I forgot to put the charger in my car last night.” She knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask her to take him to work, the kids at school and turn up to work late. And she was fuming. “You fucking idiot!” she yelled. “Haha! Mommy said the fuck word!” Max laughed outside the door. She quickly put her hand over her mouth, realizing that she just taught her youngest son a very, VERY naughty word. And the word ‘fuck’ was going through her husband Ben’s mind with every glance he was giving her sexy voluptuous body sitting down on the shitter, widening her already fat arse. But now wasn’t the time, even he realized that. “D-did you take the test?” he asked. She was taken by surprise, but she took that excuse and ran with it. It was better than telling him she wanted them out of the house so she could blow up the bathroom in peace. “Y-yes…” she said. “And?” “It was negative…” she lied. She didn’t ultimately know, but it would have been worse if she said the test was positive. She was 36. There was still time for another baby, but even so, at this age, her and her husband’s fertility have declined, and it was no longer guaranteed that she could become pregnant. She saw her husband’s face collapse in on itself. He was devastated. But in her weakness, and the vulnerable position of sitting over the toilet, with her bowel’s relief only a push away, yet she was so far from being able to empty herself, as she now needed to take everyone in her car. She got up, still feeling her ass slightly opened and uncomfortable standing upright. But she took the initiative. She walked up to Ben and forcefully shoved him against the sink. “Don’t worry Ben, I’ll bring another lovely baby into this world,” she said, with incredibly seductive eyes and a grotesquely enticing sexual invitation. “I would love nothing more than a beautiful little baby girl for our sons to protect, and someone to calm them down…” he sobbed, nearly crying. “I’ll give you a daughter Ben,” she spoke. “Whatever it takes… But for now, we should be thankful we’re still afloat.” She referenced the move. Where they had to sell their cushy city townhouse to move further out into suburbia, which was the only thing they could comfortably afford. They weren’t poor by any means, but ever since the move, commute times were tripled and they had to move into an area they didn’t like. But they were still bringing up a family, and that’s all that mattered. “I know I’ve been a stupid ass lately… I’ll change. I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it for the kids… But I have to admit, wanting a third child has been tearing me apart lately, I just want to make it happen so badly,” he confessed. “God I love you Ben, even if you are a stupid ass.” Later, on the highway, Jennifer, with her husband behind her and the two rowdy kids in the back were stuck. Because of the slight delay, they were now stuck in peak hour traffic. And she had to hold her poo in simultaneously. She felt stubborn cramping every inch the car was able to budge due to the gridlock. She definitely didn’t want her husband or kids knowing she needed to relieve herself. And she spend her time thinking about how she would empty herself before work. But she came to the conclusion, in this emergency situation that she’d call off work just this once. She took advantage of every leave day when she got them immediately, so this wouldn’t be easy. “Yellow car!” Max called out as he whacked Thomas. “Ow! I’ll get you back for that!” Thomas retaliated. “O-oh no you won’t!” Jennifer yelled. “Ben, deal with them!” Finally, the kids were dropped off, but Jennifer had some kids to drop off at the pool, and she couldn’t do that until she got to either a public bathroom, back home, or begrudgingly to work. “I… I think I need the day off,” Jennifer spoke to Ben. “Do you think they’ll let you off for today?” “I’ll have to call her and see if that’s possible, but I think I know the answer.” She persisted on with her aching abdomen until she dropped Ben off at his workplace. But as soon as he left, she felt the urge even stronger. It felt like a Goliath was about to crawl out of her stomach and no amount of pressure she fought it off with would work. In fact, she was certain she was going to have an accident. And her white panties, clear pantyhose and beige business skirt weren’t going to mix well with brown. She got her phone and dialed her boss while jiggling in her seat, about to burst. “Ahh… Jennifer…” her arrogant superior spoke down. “Hey uhh, I was just wondering, it has been a hectic week and I’m very busy,” she spoke. “Can I have today off?” After a brief delay, she replied, “You know that today is the ‘Better Practices Business’ lecture, right?” “Oh! I thought that was next week, sorry, I must have forgotten,” Jennifer replied. “Well hopefully you haven’t forgotten how important this meeting is, in fact, it’s mandatory staff attendance. I’m sorry, if you’re unable to show up today, I’ll have to let you go.” Jennifer hung up immediately. She had something of her own to let go, and now she had no choice. She had to show up or risk losing her job. She knew her boss wouldn’t be at all understanding or sympathetic. “BITCH!!!” she yelled into the void, with no one able to hear, thankfully. Finally, she showed up, clutching her stomach and the bowel ache she’s been carrying around for nearly 7 days. Her frown looked like a wet Friday. The best day of the week. Ruined. She walked into the office with her rich gold-red hair in a bun, as professionally required, as she strut her big frame into the main foyer, through the glass doors, where the meeting was being held. She was 10 minutes late. And her boss was at the door, ready to persecute her like a vulture. She was a shrew of a woman, and was ambitious to her own fault. Her greying brown bun betrayed her hatred for any women who dared put their families after their work, either that, or it was jealousy that it was too late for her to have biological children of her own. It was her own fault, she wanted to become a corporate cutthroat, and her emasculated eunuch husband didn’t dare disobey her, working as her inferior. “You’re late.” “I’m very sorry about this, I might be pregnant. I’m really feeling the morning sickness,” she spoke. “Can I use the bathroom?” “Might be?” she inquired. “Go to a doctor. Until they can verify you are indeed pregnant, you’re not pregnant, and you’re subject to the same scrutiny as everyone else.” “Oh but… Please, it’s an emergency,” she asked. “If it’s an emergency, go.” her boss replied, but then gave a caveat. “But the second you leave this room, your termination will be drafted immediately.” As if it was bad enough that she had to endure with full, aching guts for all this time, she was forced to hold it in for another two hours, otherwise her entire livelihood might be destroyed, all because she needs a fat shit. Begrudgingly, she sat down, until she found that she couldn’t sit down. The chair was right below her, she was sitting on it, but unless she tilted her backside on the chair, sitting down directly would give her a sharp pain in the guts and it felt like her pelvis was going to be ripped apart. To deter this pain, she had to sit slanted on her chair in the meeting, and it looked very awkward, uncomfortable and unprofessional. It was clear that the turd descended all the way into her rectum, it was ready to come out, it just needed permission to pass, and she was adamant about keeping her sphincter as strong as adamantium, and closed shut. The meeting was exactly as she’d anticipated, it was full of boring skeletal old men throwing buzzwords about ‘the economy,’ ‘inflation,’ ‘deficit,’ ‘expenditure,’ and a bunch of other corporate words that she could only barely grasp so she could hold down a highly paid job in business. She hated working in an office, she preferred the days when she stayed at home to take care of Max when he was still a baby, but everything changed after her husband’s redundancy. Either way, life as it was is now gone, and she has spent the last two years in this concrete tomb of old corporate cryptofacsist hacks in dire need of colostomy bags. Although at the moment, Jennifer could use one, if for nothing else, to get just the slightest pressure off her stomach, bowels and back. She couldn’t sit up straight, she was hunched over, making room for her ever growing fecal baby, which she was expecting any moment, and every other moment, it would knock on her back door screaming to be let out. After an hour in the meeting and being quizzed with silly questions to gauge members’ engagement, the screams of her baby began to get louder and became pungent. One particular event, she needed to get some gas out, because she felt like she was going to explode with the pressure building up inside her. She managed to discreetly let out a silent, constant fart that pffffffffft out of her over the span of 15 seconds. What she didn’t anticipate, as well as every other unsuspecting business man and woman was the stench of death, and it was inescapable, as they were all trapped in a giant glass room which looked like an aquarium tank, and Jennifer was the one hot-boxing them all. She glared around the room, and as sure as anything, there were funny expressions on nearly everyone’s face, glaring around the room, as if their eyes could spot the culprit that only their poor nostrils could detect. The smell was beyond godawful, it was the smell of 7 days of built up, constipated shit rotting away in her methane filled guts. But she had no choice, and as her bowels filled up with this highly explosive, heavy gas, she had to quietly air it out of her system. Suddenly, out of no where, someone broke the silence on whoever broke wind. “Who passed gas?” one man asked, holding his nose. “Enough, as I was saying, we must expand out margins to meet the demands o- y,yes what is that?” the main lecturer spoke, finally getting a whiff of what Jennifer’s been cooking for nearly a week. “Christ! Whoever that was, go to the bathroom!” a woman yelled. “There will be no breaks, we only have 45 minutes left!” the boss yelled. “My money’s on fat George!” one businessman yelled, pointing at a seemingly obvious culprit, a fat older man. But his confident dismissal made everyone point their fingers at other people, as it clearly wasn’t him. “Jennifer, was that you?” one younger upstart man asked. Jennifer began to blush, but she controlled herself just in time before suspicions deemed her guilty. “Leave Jennifer alone, if I had to guess, you’re the one who passed wind since you’re the one accusing everyone around the room of doing it Gilbert!” Jennifer’s coworker Lucy yelled. Lucy stuck up for her when no one else was. There wasn’t going to be a death penalty for whoever was deemed guilty of passing wind, but it would have been the greatest humiliation regardless. And right after Lucy, the 26 year old woman with a black bob in garish red, struck down Gilbert’s accusation, everyone swamped in to accuse her instead. “Enough, someone open the fucking doors!” one of the seniors demand. “They stay shut!” the boss demanded. “This is a bunch of fucking bullshit anyway!” the same senior businessman replied, “You can take your profit and shove it up your deficit you old cow!” Suddenly, the entire room was in an uproar over the cause of the deathly smell, because it really was that bad. Jennifer was surprised that, with the knowledge that she had to go to the bathroom, the boss didn’t immediately accuse her. Perhaps she was none the wiser thankfully. Suddenly, order was brought back into the room, but not after the senior businessman ripped off his badge and kicked the door down to go outside. It was behavior so bad, it reminded Jennifer of Max’s classroom, and the teacher who was helpless to keep them under control. But, with the seniors insisting that the doors be opened, they were opened. And everything settled down, but the smell still lingered. It was down to the last fifteen minutes, and Jennifer was able to keep her bowels under check for the most of it. But she would lust over the thought of a massive log forcing its way out of her colon. She was fantasizing of filling a toilet bowl with her filthy bratwursts, and for some reason, it helped her manage it. She passed the minute long seconds even faster, but she was also teasing herself with the anticipation of finally letting her big poo out. And in fifteen minutes, she would be able to desiccate her bowels and destroy a work toilet as collateral damage, but until then, the urge only got stronger and stronger. With so much stress, the next ten minutes felt like an hour, but there were only five minutes left, and her eyes were glued to the second hand of the clock, which was ticking by painfully slowly. But it happened, as she was holding all the methane in, all it took was the slightest quiver in her anus, and in an explosive burst, all the filthy wind she’d been keeping held in blew up and whooshed out of her anus, reverberating with nearly enough strength to push the chair out from under her and send her into orbit as a new satellite. A big fat, loud and relieving fart made itself known to everyone on the room. And then, everyone in the room knew who it came from, as Jennifer clutched her hands over her face, still tilted on her chair. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and then jump off the balcony. The only thing stopping her from jumping off the balcony was knowing how much shit would overfill in her panties after she died. A fate more mortifying than death itself awaited her. Everyone in the room wanted her dead as much as she wanted herself dead. One lapse of strength in her tiring anus cost her every scrap of dignity she had, and it was all unsalvageable now, all she had left to look forward to was humiliation and embarrassment. From that day on, everyone would remember her as the woman who tried to gas everyone in a glass tomb and blew a fart loud enough to bring back the hearing of the deaf. On the plus side, she felt a lot better with all of that gas out of her, and it eased her desperation to poop ever so slightly. But the fatal blow to her femininity was the ultimate price to pay. She couldn’t take it anymore, her face fell into her hands and she began lightly crying. Lucy tried to console her. Even after knowing that it was truly her, she tried to comfort her after she commit professional and social suicide. “See, I told you it was her,” Gilbert exonerated himself. No one clapped, no one gave him an aware, everyone just stared at him in disgust of how out of touch he was. As bad as the smell was, other than Gilbert, no one felt happy looking at Jennifer in a crying, embarrassed heap. As her crying became more audible and desperate, Lucy grabbed her and led her outside. With only three minutes left, the boss surely wouldn’t do anything punitive against either Lucy or Jennifer. But as Jennifer walked, she let out more explosive gas, as well as her bowel movement dropping out of her anus and finally making contact with her white panties. She was thankful that it was as hard as a rock and not liquid, otherwise it would have continued its muddy advance and left Jennifer in a puddle of her own tears as well as shit. Lucy knew exactly where to take poor Jennifer. To the women’s restroom. Those farts were definitely the smell of a long incarcerated bowel movement. “Here you go, Jen,” Lucy spoke, directing her to a stall. “I hope you don’t mind, I also have to take care of my… business.” In her mercy, Lucy shared her own toilet needs with Jennifer, but she did also desperately need a dump as well, as her ass clutching betrayed. “T-thank you so much Lucy!” she muttered. Jennifer locked the door, and gently took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and white knickers, which now had a streak of brown, but it was nothing serious. As Jennifer slowly descended her bottom down, a few nuggets fell out of her and onto the floor. “I think you dropped something,” Lucy said, as a nugget rolled under the stall into hers. Jennifer couldn’t get more embarrassed, and now Lucy could see what was stuck inside her. A black chunk of compact shit, and more had to come out. Jennifer was finally seated, and she buckled over and leaned forward as far as she could. But nothing would budge. “I haven’t pooed for 7 days,” Jennifer confessed to her coworker, who had her own confession to make. “Really? Wow, it’s no wonder you had to go. I’ve held this in for 3 days but I’ve been needing to shit all morning. I completely forgot about the meeting.” “So did I, if only I took care of my business before the meeting,” Jennifer stated. “You should take the bosses motto from now on,” Lucy spoke. “Business comes first.” “From now on, I won’t be neglecting my business ever again,” Jennifer remarked, eliciting a laugh from Lucy. But that wasn’t the only sound Lucy made. Lucy made a massive, dense splash in the stall neighbouring Jennifer and it sounded like a boulder crashing into the sea, it was massive, and Jennifer could tell it must have been a big one. As if the one splash wasn’t enough, after a big hissing fart, Lucy’s bowels let out a volley of repeating splashes, as her own nuggets fell into the water one after the other. But finally, Lucy sighed relief as a massive final splash hit the water. “That one got my butt wet!” Lucy giggled. “Yuck!” “You’re lucky you got that out so fast,” Jennifer replied. “I’m still pushing.” “Are you ok, do you need a laxative?” Lucy asked. “No, I’m alright, it’ll come out eventually.” In truth, Jennifer was waiting for her to leave. And finally, after hearing the flush and a farewell, Jennifer felt more comfortable. She’s thankful to Lucy for getting her out of there, but now Jennifer was going to put this industrial strength toilet out of commission. Permanently. Jennifer buckled over and her massive, dark nuggety crown showed itself, stretching her anus to its absolute breaking point, spreading her almost 4 inches in diameter. As the apex of her vile smelling crown emerged, so did a barrage of gas, as the explosive force of the wind dislodged nuggets off her log, which splish-sploshed in the toilet. They were so compact and dense that every plop was loud and sounded as if a bucket of marbles were being poured into the toilet water. But Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. “Ahhhhh!” Jennifer verbalized loudly as her bowel ache forced itself out of her overstretched rectum, tearing apart her delicate anus on the way out. Having given birth twice, Jennifer would happily admit that this bowel movement felt akin to giving birth. It caused an intense spasm of pleasure and brutal pain simultaneously. But the battle was far from over. As another broadside of shit plops hit the water, making the bathroom sound like a faithful recreation of the battle of Pearl Harbor, she gasped out loud as the head of her log was finally exiting her colon. She pressed down with all her might and a feeling of intense light-headedness struck her. She was especially glad that her husband wasn’t here to see her like this, especially not while she was growing a thick dark brown dragon’s tail out of her arse, and like a dragon’s thorny, scaly tail, it was just as hard, sharp and big. She then made a tremendous push, and with it, out came an entire foot’s length of hard, compacted shit, bundled up into a painfully compressed bundle, delivering the pain of a thousand punches in the gut with every inch it slithered out of her gut, like a giant, mutant turd slug. Only another push was all it took to get the remainder of her colon-blocking log out of her. But suddenly, she could push no more. She looked in the toilet. Her thick, solid shit was hitting the very back of the basin, there was no where else for it to go and it was too rigid to bend, so she did the only thing she could do. She gently lifted her bottom and came forward, but it still wasn’t enough. Finally, she stood, and the tail of her shit fell out and landed outside the rim of the toilet and onto the seat itself. “O-oh god…” Jennifer spoke. And this wasn’t even all of her shit, as soon as she stood up she felt another huge poo sliding down descending colon. This was going to be another big fat log. This time, with the seat ruined by her shit, she stood up and let out a huge chocolatey brown snake out the ass. It fell into the toilet with a heavy plonk in record time and plugged up the already unflushable toilet even more. The toilet was already clogged and dead, but Jennifer’s guts were still overloaded with poo, now it was just fun and games to see just how badly she could destroy this toilet, and it was her revenge for the ultimate humiliation. Yet another caramel snake fell out from her gut and began coiling up. Hunched over in a semi-squat/stand position, her sloppy snaking caramel made contact with the little water left and her two huge turds while it was still inside her ass. And she pushed quickly, unraveling the long rope of shit into the toilet until it floomped into the bowl completely. One last wave of poo rushed out, spraying wet chunks and bursts of wet shit with a bombardment of gassy shit-wind. Jennifer felt the need to sit back down but now her main dark brown log, which was the length of half her large intestine, was intimately close to her vagina. But she had to sit, otherwise her shit would be on the toilet rather than in it. But it wasn’t as if the toilet could get any worse. Finally, the coffee she had this morning must have been coming out, as a huge bomb of liquid shit splashed into the bowl, splattering chunks of her shit all over the bowl. Once she stood up to wipe herself clean, she gazed into the murder scene of a toilet. There was no way this toilet was ever going to flush again. But there is one thing Jennifer forgot. She forgot to pee. But she noticed something. Her stomach was still bulging even though she got all of the feces out of her bowels. She decided to finally do the pregnancy test while she peed. She peed on the detector while her stream awkwardly angled into the toilet, and she looked down at it. Two red lines. It looked like she was going to introduce another bundle of love into the world after all. THE END
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  8. for some reason a few of the people I work with will announce that they have to pee really bad but then just...not go because we're busy. honestly it makes me super uncomfortable because I don't want to be turned on and I certainly don't want it to be obvious that I'm turned on but it's just like an automatic response by my body/brain. I've asked people not to say that to me lol but it hasn't actually stopped anyone. then I'm just trying not to be distracted and trying not to think about my coworkers in a sexual way. my ex had OAB and would often tell me about times when she barely made it or she had to pee really bad. one time she even moaned while she was peeing because she had to go so bad and I could hear her through the bathroom door. I didn't want her to know about how I feel so I just tried not to think about it. I personally like to keep this completely separate from the rest of my life but I can't stop myself from thinking that way when someone mentions being desperate
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  9. DLSL-537

    thank you. is there 4,5,6?
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  10. For this next chapter I wanted to experiment a bit with images and formatting! Chapter 8: On the DL (wetting) Olivia was doing laundry the afternoon after meeting Lexi when her phone buzzed. In Lexi's dorm room Lexi was still in bed. She looked up from her phone to see that it was already past noon. She had a massive hangover and, as she told Olivia, her bed sheets were soaking wet. She definitely was going to need... something, if this is what drinking that much did to her. Lexi's cream-colored cotton panties were completely soaked and the orientation t-shirt she went to bed in was wet up on the back up to her shoulders. It smelled bad in there but as long as she kept herself tucked in she was warm and cozy and didn't want to get up. But somehow she still had to pee pretty bad, so she figured she'd take a shower after this conversation. After a minute or so of silence from Olivia, Lexi's phone got a notification: "You have been added to a new group". She clicked the notification and it took her to a group titled "On the DL", populated by Olivia and two names she didn't recognize, Kate and Shannon. The conversation trailed on and Lexi closed her messaging app, intent on getting up. Apparently last night Shannon had wet herself too! Lexi wasn't sure if she could believe it had been on purpose, though. The concept had never even occurred to her. Maybe... I mean she did have to pee. And her bed was already pretty wet. Maybe she didn't have to get up just yet. Lexi picked her phone back up, rolled onto her back, and relaxed. She rejoined the conversation as her cotton panties once again began filling with pee. She could feel the warmth as it spread around her butt and up her back. This time, she was in control. Lexi couldn't wait to get to know her new friends.
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  11. Hello! For a while, I've wanted to try animating; there are many omo animations and creators I've looked up to that made me wanna try it for myself. I've been slowly learning how to animate, and I just recently completed an animation for a commission. I have at least one other animation project I'm working on, so I figured I'd make this thread to house my current and any future animations. I am a bit new to this, but animation is something I would like to try and improve! (They are quite time consuming so don't expect them to come out often!) Commission3.mp4 I hope you enjoy it!
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  12. I myself am a rather passionate participant in the collecting and daily use of corsets to give myself a fine hourglass figure, I am also just as, if not more passionate of having a bladder that sticks out of my belly by a rather significant amount. So in one of the last days of my senior year of high school, I thought to myself on the drive there, wearing a steel boned corset that hurt a little bit too much, "What if I were to hold it long enough for my bladder to really burst out of my waist, but this was in the way?" After my experiment that day, another pain-based fetish had been engraved into my mind, and I've been pushing it to all sorts of extremes since. anybody else have stories involving corsets and bladders that were supposed to bulge? perhaps pictures? I'm sure in a better era, when women wore these wonderful devices more, they perhaps also felt this feeling.
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  13. I posted it as a reply in the bathroom thread after I had an accident from waiting too long, figured I'd post it here aswell >w< VID_20220717_183616.mp4
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  14. Hot jeans wetting with lots of desperation: https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fa172bdcadc2
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  15. https://www.manyvids.com/Video/3792296/Syn-pisses-herself/
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  16. i don’t remember who it was that i knew that also knew fluffy. but about a year ago, i heard that they were okay, just going through a lot a lot of stuff probably couldn’t maintain stuff the way things were /late
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  17. I have noticed that several older stories originally on this sight have disappeared for reasons unknown...
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  18. Will there be a sequel, next parts?)
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  19. 800138070_240Snuppa78.mp4.0b1f94bd7c1ab0d7640e678e5b7e9840.mp4
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  20. who are the girls in the 3rd video?
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  21. 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!
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  23. I was traveling this past weekend with some family so I couldn’t be padded and I had to fly home Sunday. I loaded into the car and we began our 2 hour trip to the airport. I was running late in the morning so didn’t get a chance to pee before leaving and was running late at the airport so I couldn’t pee before going through tsa. The line was long - very long and I was very desperate. As we were snaking through the line I was getting very worried I wouldn’t make it I was already at a 9/10. I got to the point where you have to take everything off to load it through the scanner when attempting to take my belt off the added pressure made me have my first leak … and it was bigger than anticipated. I was panicking there was a wet spot the size of about two quarters on my shorts and I was praying no one noticed and I went through fast. Getting in the scanner I had to open my legs and put my arms up and I leaked again … now it was noticeable .. I had a baseball size wet spot on my shorts. I was mortified … the TSA agent even asked if I had anything in my pocket and profusely apologized and said I really had to pee. He sort of just brushed it off thankfully and waved me on. Now I had to get to the bathroom immediately. I quickly grabbed my bags and started speed walking to the nearest bathroom and I kept leaking on the way. There was no mistaking I was wetting my pants. Then it happened. I got Into the bathroom and there were no free toilets. The sound of pee hitting the urinals was all I could take and I stood there, hands in my crotch, wetting my pants like a toddler, the dark wet spot spreading out on my shorts. There was nothing I could do I was frozen. One guy eventually finished and turned from the urinal seeing me and apologized for taking long - it wasn’t his fault though. So now I’m standing there in soaked pants for everyone to see. Next two guys probably in there late teens wakes in and rounded the corner seeing me in plain sight and immediately let out an audible laugh until they caught themselves and stopped. I immediately ran into the next open stall and diapered up and changed my shorts. The flight was uneventful but upon landing home I went into the bathroom at the next airport to see how wet I was and I would’ve soaked the seat again if I wasn’t padded…
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  24. SPOILER ALERT THIS POST CONTAINS MINOR PLOT SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2 OF EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO . . . . Found a messing scene in episode 2 of new Netflix Kdrama "Extraordinary Attorney Woo". Two lawyers are on their way to a hotel to pose as an engaged couple for an investigation. The female attorney starts getting stomachaches in the car. She rushes to the bathroom once they are at the hotel. She makes it into a stall, but poops her pants before she can pull her pants down. She has to call another female attorney (the title character) to bring her new pants. After she changes, she suddenly gets another stomachache and has to go back in the stall. Pooping noises are censored and replaced with a cartoonish plopping sound for the accident and fireworks for the second poop, but it's pretty clear what she is doing lol I highly recommend watching this drama. Here's a link if you don't have netflix: https://www.dramacool9.co/extraordinary-attorney-woo-2022/ I also ripped the episode and trimmed it if you really don't wanna watch (You should) Attorney Woo Episode 2.mp4
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  25. 1,113 downloads

    "Nana Maeno, who appeared in the 39th issue of "Diaper Club", and Mio Hinata, who is scheduled to appear in the 40th issue, are very close friends even in private. We planned a girls-only gathering for two people who have experienced diaper photography to experience peeing and diapers in a fun way. From the episode discussion at the time of shooting in front of colorful diapers, to the topic of past peeing. From the flow of wanting to see each other's peeing, it evolved into a photo session of pants incontinence. He put the small water that oozes out of his pants into the video while reporting cutely. After cleaning your wet crotch, wear a paper diaper that is larger than the big one for kids. Even paper diapers will make a rough appearance, but due to the large amount of Nana-chan's pee, it will overflow without being absorbed for children! Finally, replace the wet pants and paper diapers of your partner and wear them. It is a documentary video of diaper time that is extremely precious to see."
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  26. Thank you, that was very beautiful. Yes, please make more. And also thank your girlfriend.
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  27. I got me a Chrysler that seat about twenty...
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  28. I can understand the conflict. Although I always like hearing or knowing that others are desperate you sometimes you don't want to be excited and this was an issue on my job since I knew all of the other women on the crew needed to go to the bathroom just as badly as I did, and it was hard to stop thinking about the fact that we all had to pee. I think the fact that I was constantly in a state of desperate arousal while I was trying to ignore the desperation was what made everything especially difficult. It was exciting but that's a time when you don't really want to be excited, once again is paradoxical because the most exciting situations are the ones you would never willingly put yourself in if you could help it.
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  29. Biku's art

    This is wonderful!
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  30. fuck this is so incredibly hot. all of the noises you made were so fucking sexy 😏 how bad did it hurt to stop yourself mid stream? you said it felt like you had more in you, how much longer did you wait before going again and how long/how much did you go that next time?
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  31. It was another hot afternoon in the Grand Canyon as the heat wave just kept going. The prolific towers of the rock formations stood high and pointed towards the heavens above. Down below the ground baked and broiled in the dessert heat. There wasn't much in the way of vegetation out here. There wasn't much in the way of animal life either. But there was one life form trekking through the area. And that was Marris Porter. She chose to go hiking in the Grand Canyon to check out the area and take photos. But by this time, 3:30 pm, she was facing a new dilemma. It was her bladder. She had to relieve it badly after all the water she drank and the time spent out here. It was hot and she drank lots of her water bottles. She felt the pressure against her urethra and wanted to get rid of her liquid payload. After some time, she chose to make a stop in the middle fo this magnificent Canyon and take a squat. Marris felt it was time. "Okay time to pee!" Marris said to herself. She took off her hiking backpack and set it down on the desert ground She walked a couple of feet away to prevent splattering or smaller rivers of her piss to touch her bag. Then, she went to undo her hiking pants button. It was a snap-on button which she successfully undid. Next came the zipper. She pulled on the zipper handle and began dragging it downwards to open her pants. It went only a quarter of the way down before becoming stuck. "...". No response from Marris as she looked perplexed. She tried tugging on her button and pulling the fabric to one side but couldn't make the zipper move. Marris became antsy and more frantic but it led to no avail. Marris tried again, pulling it up and down. But the same problem happened. Her need became so great she just chose to forgo properly stripping. She squatted and did her business. A dark patch encompassed where her exit hole was to the surrounding area of her genitalia and down below to her buttocks as streams and trickling occurred surrounding a central stream. It wetted the ground and puddled. Splattering occurred is every direction, luckily not touching Marris. After 20 seconds, she finished her business and finished hiking. She came across her helicopter and got onboard to return back to civilization. During her trip home, she wondered about the need for zippers. 'Why not just have buttons?' Marris thought to herself. It would be so much easier to have a button you could just open and may he a belt. That way, you don't have to deal with zippers that can get stuck.
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  32. When working out running, jumping, weights make me leak now matter what. I have tight pelvic floor problems so I can’t control my muscles well. It’s embrassing but I know other women have similar issues. I embrace my wet spot now! Lol
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  33. Huffing two warming boxes filled to the brim with pizza, Alma panting hard, throws them into the back of her car and collapses at the driver’s seat. Ok Alma, last delivery. You’re tired, but you can do this!. Reaching into the back seat, she grabs a Beast energy drink, downing the can in one go and crushes it. Throwing it into a small trash bin, it’s been piling up with cans from earlier today. And I better be quick with it, gotta piss. She puts the pedal to the metal as the transmission goes into overdrive. Going a comfortable 20mph over the speed limit through the boulevard, no car nor sign would stop her from getting this order delivered. Following her GPS directions, the estimated minutes tick down quicker than time allows as the cheetah reaches her destination. She could only await for the warm embrace of her bed back at home and have her weekend off. Tires scorching sparks on the asphalt, she drifts into the parking lot of an apartment complex. As she steps out of the car, the chilly winds of the night strike through her exposed legs and stomach, Damn, when did it get so cold. Better find the place and get home soon. Double checking the receipt for the door address, she then grabs the large boxes brimming with cheesy goodness. Stumbling around with her edible weights, she curses under her breath, Geez, shouldn’t there be a big party going on with lights and music, where are they? Crickets chirp annoyingly, almost like laughter as Alma hastily scans the doors. The address in front of her aligns with the paper. She sets her burdensome bags down with a sigh of relief, takes a few deep breaths, and knocks on the door. It creaks open, stopped by the chain lock. “Show me the goods.” A small head peeks out from the shadowy room. Alma bends her waist down, keeping her legs together, giving the man an eyeful of her curves. It’s pizza, not coke. She opens the transport boxes and takes out the pies. “Mmmmm, that’s the stuff,” sniffing in glee at the scents of the food and especially the woman in front of him. “And looks like everything and more.” The man unlocks and opens the door fully, a giga sized wolf clad with nothing at all. “As such a supportive customer, shouldn’t I get a little something special?” Donning her Pizza Slut attire, it was obvious what he wanted along with his food. Alma stares at the man blankly, her mind stuck dwelling in her own needs. Uhhhhhhh, shit. What the hell am I supposed to do exactly, wanna make this quick. Her legs take a step back, doing a slight bounce as her bladder cracks under panic. His hand softly grazes her cheek, “Relax dear, I’ll lead the way.” “W-what do you want to-to do?” His eyes mellow and a sly smile creeps, “I take it you’re new. Come inside with me and we’ll start with a handy.” She takes another deep breath, Something simple and quick. I can get out of here soon enough. His room was small, being only a bedroom and bath. Shutting the door behind them, the stranger sat on his bed, spreading his legs to reveal his erect cock. Without hesitation, the succubus runs over to his dick, gets on her knees and proceeds to play with his head. He wasn’t able to get a word out as Alma presents her excitement. Slobbering his dick in drool sucking him off, the man pushes her away, “Damn bitch. It’s not a race!” Her attempt at quickest satisfaction in the west fails. “Are you stupid, that shit felt like sandpaper! Get out of my house!” Failed spectacularly. Promptly pushed outside, she frowns at the displeased customer. Exasperated, he cools off with a sigh, “Well, there’s always a good time with pizza.” Damn, I didn’t want to stick around, but I wanted to give him a good time at least. The excitement from earlier fades away, leaving the feline with a cold sweat all over her body and a wet patch on her thong. Feeling unpleasant in her car, she takes off her black shorts, slipping the panties off to go commando. A disgruntled sound escapes her mouth, touching the damp fabric. Into the trash it goes. Ceasing her wardrobe change, Alma wraps her hoodie around her waist. Going on her phone, she sets the coordinates back to her workplace to return the warming boxes and clock out. Ah shit, no tip. I really blew it. In defeat, she rides back to her local Pizza Slut at the proper speed limit. Her earlier urge to go calmed as her anxiety died down. At a red light, she browses on her phone, looking at Glitter, her bestie and roommate’s texts. They were doing its magic, cheering her up, before a horn blares, a car accelerating past her. Looking forward again, she made it her goal to head home afterwards and let the bad times go away. Soon enough, Alma reaches her work place shouting a resounding, “Heyyyy!” Smiles perk up at her arrival. “We’ll see you after the weekend?” “Yeppers!” She tosses the bags in a back room and punches out. While I’m hereeeee, might as well make a pitstop. A cleaning in progress sign by the bathrooms No way! Of course they were cleaning up the restaurant for the next day, But why now of all times. Not wanting to ruin their tidy work, Alma makes her way back to the car with a huff. Before setting off, she makes a text to Glitter, “ Heading back home REAL QUICK Keep the door unlocked.” Shifting around in her seat, fur rubbing against the fabric of her shorts bugs her. I should have asked to use his toilet before we began. Her bladder’s catching up in the same breakneck pace Alma goes. Putting more pressure on the pedal, she urges her car to give it everything it has before her own urge is unbearable. Lost in her squirming, she runs a red light, blaring horns from others. Alma couldn’t afford to slow down as a spurt leaks through. Or I should have been faster getting back to the store. Ruminating over how she could have prevented this, she digs her hand into her shorts. Gotta get home gotta pee gotta pee gotta PEE! A muffled scream barges out of her closed mouth as she presses down on herself. It wouldn’t be long until she got home, but her abdomen was practically rupturing already. Closing in on her destination, cars pile up on her route. Looking ahead, she notices orange signs and cones, “AH C’MON! You’re doing construction now!” Following the trail of slow moving vehicles, a thought plagues her mind of pulling over to squat. I mean it’s dark out, but someone could see me. I can still hold it! Alma fidgets in her seat, feeling the dampness and warmth of her hand. Barely, she thought in a pleading tone. Passing the end of the detour, Alma zooms ahead of the pack much to the annoyance of everyone there. Nearly there! Just a couple blocks. Hold it in! Scurrying out of the car, she slams and locks the door, bolting inside of the apartment. She’s competing with herself in a race if her bladder can let loose before Alma gets in her room. Dribbling piddles of piss, the cheetah broke soundwaves climbing up the stairs to the hallway. The door already unlocked, Alma dashes into her home, makes a left into the bathroom. In front of her eyes await her porcelain throne and her roommate. Glitter blushes with a meek smile,” Welcome … home.” The throbbing pain in her bladder is like a parasite, taking control of Alma’s actions. Without hesitation, the cheetah practically rips her shorts off, beelining it to the seat. “Spread your legs!” As Alma launches her ass at Glitter, yipping, she does as commanded, making room for both of them. Her pelvis catches the high speed impact of Alma’s thighs, pushing her back in recoil. Their torrents clash into the watery bowl. Alma exhales a long sigh of relief, she won her race. Something that didn’t go entirely to shit tonight. Glitter can feel the warmth on her lap, the fur damp in sweat and radiating piss at full blast. Brushing Alma’s extended, spiky shaped tail away from her face, “Bleh. Long evening, huh,” Glitter unable to sit in complete silence as a newfound toilet seat. “Yeah, you could say that. Didn’t make any good tips today,” her tone sours. “Awwwwww, it’s going to be ok Alma. I’m sure you did your best.” Her frown sweetens up, “Yeah, least I’m the fastest cat out there in a car.” “You’re the fastest thing out there even with these thunder thighs of yours,” the dog pinches Alma’s spots on the sides of her thighs. “Damn, you must have been bored here. I get home and you’re already playing with my body.” “Well, I’m just about done here and now I have to wait for your gushing to stop.” Her need is vastly inferior to her roommate, Glitter’s casual tinkle ending as Alma has yet to show signs of ending. Alma’s face gets red, taking in the absurd situation happening. “While you’re up there, can you get some TP for me?” The pup playfully reaches her arms out, “Can’t reach.” Extending forward, Alma grabs the fresh roll of toilet paper on the wall opposite of her. Doing so, she carelessly lifts up. “Hey hey! You’re getting it on me!” Glitter pulls Alma’s rear end back down. “Ah, I’m sorry,” her sincere voice felt hollow as her lower end continued to spray the interior of the toilet in golden liquid. “Damn girl, how much did you drink,” teasing her camel bladdered friend. Abashed, “Ya know, water, morning coffee, some Beast cans. It’s more that I haven’t gone in the middle of work.” “What do you mean some, those had to be the giga sized cups from 8Twelve.” “Can it,” a tinge annoyed about the discussion of her bladder contents, “I can feel it end.” As she says, Alma’s long waterfall eventually dies down into spurts. “Seriously, my legs are gonna fall asleep at this rate.” “Shut up,” Alma continues to be provoked by Glitter’s taunts. Thankfully, the last jets of pee came through. Standing up, she hands a wrapped up handful of paper to Glitter. “You’re free to go.” The brown dog feels her pelvis area with paper, “Ick, it’s so wet. I’m going to hop in the shower before bed.” Yarning, “I’ll meet you there, good night.” Alma lethargically moves out of Glitter’s way until she pins the feline’s shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Bed.” Her eyes are losing the strength to stay open. “You pissed on me, compensate.” She gives Alma puppy dog eyes. “Ughhh, fiiiiiiine.” The two step into the shower to clean up after a long night.
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  34. I do. I go to the toilet when I first wake up, and then around dinner time. I don’t usually have to pee more often than that, because I don’t drink a lot during the day. I don’t do this on purpose, it just happens.
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  35. Introducing another new character! Chapter 6: The Travel Meet (wetting, light messing) If you knew Shannon Callaghan you would have heard her tell at least one story about her being desperate to pee. She just thought it was so funny, and everyone was welcome to laugh along with her at her misfortune. And everyone can relate to having to pee, right? It was a great icebreaker. She usually left out that her desperation was often self-inflicted. Shannon realized a long time ago how good it felt to pee after you'd been holding it. As an adult she had a habit of waiting as long as possible before using the bathroom, for maximum pleasure. Sure she had some close calls, maybe even had an accident once or twice. In her mind it was worth it. It was a feeling similar to orgasm, but of course holding her pee wasn't a sex thing. No way. Orgasms were big events, saved for when your roommate was in a class or you were hooking up with a guy after a party. No, the pleasure of peeing was a regular, normal, everyday occurrence. So normal, she didn't get why the people around her were so squeamish to talk about it. Thank goodness her teammates on the swim team were cool. Everyone on the swim team peed in the pool. But even they suffered from prudishness. They'd shush her when she would casually mention it to non-teammates, typically at the end of one of her sagas. You see, she was barely holding it for an entire bus ride and thought she could feel herself leaking in the changing room, but she made a mad dash and leapt into the pool and the release felt incredible. Huh? Yeah I peed in the pool, we all do! Guys, it's not that big a deal, the chlorine neutralizes it, it's fine! How much sweat do you think is in there? We're so hydrated, what does it matter! The arguments were so tedious. Shannon was so glad she'd convinced that one freshman to join the team. Olivia Smith was the only person that seemed to like pissing as much as Shannon did. Shannon's (second) favorite game to play during practice was "Is Olivia Peeing Right Now?" - they swam in the same lane and Shannon would try to guess, based on Olivia's expression and body language, if she was peeing in the pool, and would gently tease her if she was right. Olivia would even wet herself on the pool deck, which was fun to try to spot, because she was so stealthy about it and it wasn't something other people paid attention to. Olivia would even poop in her bathing suit sometimes! Shannon thought Olivia was very brave, but wondered why she felt the need to sneak around about it. When Shannon was peeing in the pool, you'd often know. Sometimes she'd let people pass her, waving them along with a casual "I'm peeing." At swim meets, between events, she'd often sit on the pool drain, and if anyone asked what she was doing, she'd just admit that she was peeing. No need to miss the current race! Holding it as long as possible and then wetting herself over a pool drain at a meet was Shannon's third favorite game to play. Sometimes she convinced Olivia to join in. Shannon's number one favorite game, though, was peeing on her teammates. Being in close proximity to each other in the pool was typical, and she'd first get as close to someone as possible (man, woman, or non-binary, it didn't matter). She'd get as close to straddling their leg or grinding on their butt as she could without setting off their alarm-bells, and then release her bladder. Then to see if they noticed. Most of the time they didn't, but some of the time they'd notice the water around them getting warmer, and turn and see Shannon with a shit-eating grin. She'd laugh hysterically as they splashed her in revenge. Once or twice she'd gotten close enough that the victim could feel the stream of her pee on their body, prompting an "Oh my GOD Shannon!" and Shannon being dunked underwater, bubbles breaking the surface as she laughed uncontrollably at her hilarious prank. Olivia was a good sport about it, though - she was the only one of Shannon's victims who ever peed back. So, Olivia was a good friend. If the small one-person showers were the only ones open after a practice, they tended to share one together, chatting as they freely peed, not worrying if it got on each other. Once or twice they'd competed to see who had the strongest stream, each girl spreading her legs so the other could put a hand between her thighs to test the pressure. And once, when Olivia pooped herself (she would always ask nicely first) she had let Shannon feel her mess through her bathing suit. They'd had a good laugh about it. Just friend stuff though. Completely normal gal pal behavior. It was in the shower one evening that Olivia asked Shannon if she wanted to room with her at the upcoming away meet. They had to take a bus and stay overnight at a hotel, something that hadn't happened in a while, since before Olivia had joined the team. Olivia seemed really nervous about it, almost like she was worried that Shannon would say no. Of course Shannon said yes. Olivia was visibly relieved, and Shannon further reassured her that they were going to have So. Much. Fun. After all, Shannon thought, they were besties. --- Olivia stood in the elevator full of swimmers, stomach churning. This was either going to go really well, or really badly. Best-case, she'd cement a friendship for life, turning her pee-centric relationship with Shannon into one where she could be open with her about her... lifestyle. Worst-case, this would be a bridge too far, and Shannon would snitch to the entire team that Olivia wore adult diapers. Well, Olivia was no stranger to quitting sports' teams. The elevator doors opened. Seconds later Olivia and Shannon were alone in their shared cheapo hotel room. It was small, with only a queen-sized for the two of them. No way to hide this now, Olivia thought. Shannon was going on about something or other but Olivia couldn't process it. She watched Shannon unpack and tried to steel her nerves. Shannon was, by all accounts, pretty, and could rock the university-monogrammed tracksuits the whole team wore during the bus ride. She had a similar swimmers' build to Olivia albeit with bigger boobs, and was of the pale, ginger, freckly type. She was a year older than Olivia, having met her during freshman orientation while recruiting at the swim team's booth. Olivia was looking for activities to join when she heard Shannon talking about peeing herself during practice clear on the other side of the room, much like an owl hearing a mouse at a mile's distance. The other swimmers there were valiantly trying to shut Shannon up for fear that she'd scare people away. Perhaps she did, but Olivia signed up on the spot. Thinking back on the memory gave Olivia confidence. Shannon was a weird piss slut just like her! She would understand. Olivia cut Shannon off. "Hey, I need to tell you something, if we're going to be rooming together..." Shannon seemed a bit alarmed. "Yeah sure, what is it?" "Look, you have to promise me you wont tell anyone about what I'm about to say." Shannon sat down on the bed. "Okay, I promise." "I'm serious." Olivia was the sternest Shannon had ever seen her. "Jeez, okay, what is it?" Shannon said with a nervous laugh. Olivia went to speak, but her words caught in her throat. Fuck, when she admitted this to Kate it was over text. The ice had already been broken when she discussed it with Rob. "Is everything okay? Look, I'm here for you if this is something serious." Olivia was panicking. She decided to rip off the band-aid. Shannon watched as Olivia grabbed her waistband and dropped her track pants. Olivia stood there, face bright red, adult diaper on display. It was clearly already wet from the hours-long bus ride. Dead silence filled the room as Shannon's hand shot to her mouth, suppressing a gasp. Then, uproarious laughter. Oh god, thought Olivia. Already in panic mode, she began to tear up, unable to tolerate Shannon's mockery. She began sobbing and lost control of her bladder, the hot wet feeling around her crotch adding injury to insult. Shannon heard the sob, stopped laughing immediately, and stood up from the bed. "Oh baby, nonononono..." she murmured as she wrapped Olivia in a hug. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. It's just, oh my god, this explains so much!" Olivia sniffled. "You don't think I'm weird?" "Girl, we're both weird. Is this an all the time thing? I thought we were just having fun!" "Yeah, I kind of... need this. When I'm not in the pool." Olivia took a deep breath. "But I do also think it's fun." She smiled, and reached down to pull up her pants. Shannon smiled back. "Well look, I won't tell a soul. I don't want to lose my best pissing buddy. If you ever need any help with this, just let me know, okay? You looked like you might need a change, do you need any help?" Olivia was almost at a loss for words, this was turning around so fast. No one had ever offered to help change her before. "Oh- uh- I mean- yeah I- it'd be nice of you, but- you-don't-have-to." Shannon clapped. "Sounds like a plan." She picked Olivia's bag up off the floor, set it on the bed, and began rooting around in it. "Oh wow, you have a bunch of different kinds in here!" "Oh yeah, heh, it's kind of a situational thing. Have you ever done this before?" "Nope!" "I'll probably need to show you, there's like tricks for getting it snug." Shannon stopped, lost in thought for a second. "How about you do me first. Show me how it should be done." "DO YOU FIRST?" Olivia almost shouted, and then in a whisper, heart pounding, "you want me to put an adult diaper on you?!" "Yeah, it'll be fun! We're always peeing in the pool together, why not in bed?" Shannon punched Olivia lightly on the shoulder. "Dinner's coming up, but I couldn't tell you had that on under your pants. I think I'll be fine." Olivia was beaming now. "Okay, well if you want to, I have plenty. Lay on the bed and take off your pants." "Oh wow moving a bit fast aren't we?" Shannon joked as she did exactly that. --- After dinner the girls laid in bed watching bad TV. No bras, no pants, just adult diapers and the shirts they brought to sleep in. "So, what do you think?" Olivia asked as she flipped through the channels. "Well, I don't think anyone noticed at dinner. It made the seat pretty comfy." Shannon shifted her posture a bit, still trying to get a feel for the tape-on diaper Olivia had expertly equipped her with. "I couldn't pee though. My body wouldn't let me." "Oh weird, I guess I've never been in that situation." "I think I'm going to try holding it. I'll see how long it takes before I lose control." "I already went, so I won't be joining you, but have at it." Some time later, the Food Network was on, Olivia was comfy under the covers, and Shannon was doubled over, holding her crotch through the diaper. "Oh my god girl, just pee!" "No, oh... oh, I need to hold it." "You literally do not need to hold it." "But it's going to feel so good when I- ah- aahhhh." Shannon moaned as her body relaxed. Olivia muted the TV and could hear a torrent of piss hitting the inside of Shannon's diaper. "Holy FUCK this feels so good." Shannon seemed dazed, out of breath. "Do you need me to change you?" "In a sec, I'm still going!" her face was flushed, her body limp. A few more seconds went by. "Okay... I think I need you to change me now." Olivia got out of bed and got her diaper equipment from her bag. Shannon flopped onto her back, legs wide, watching Olivia as she approached. "Damn, you really had to go!" "Yeah!" Olivia deftly changed Shannon's wet diaper before Shannon did the same for Olivia. She did a fine job, Olivia thought, but seemed distracted. They got back in bed, both under the covers, ready to fall asleep at any moment. Shannon rolled over to face Olivia. "Want to make out?" Olivia nearly jumped out of her skin. "Whoaaa whoaa whoaa nooo, what?!" "Olivia please, I need you to touch me. Losing control felt so good, I- I want to share it with you." Shannon was looking at Olivia with a vibe she'd only ever gotten from Rob before. When his clothes were off. "Shannon, god, sorry, no, I just, I have a boyfriend?" "It's just for fun! I- I don't want to fuck you, I'm not in to girls, we're friends! This is friend stuff!" Shannon protested. It was not convincing. She seemed legitimately baffled that this wasn't going like she thought, and was getting more and more flustered as Olivia rebuffed her advances. "Dude, look, I know you get off on this, and so do I, but-" "I don't get off on this!" "Excuse me? Shannon, you've peed on everyone on the team, probably. That is not straight, that isn't-" Olivia buried her face in her pillow, and moaned. "Shannon you have a pee kink!" This seemed to have struck a chord. Shannon's expression changed. "I do not have a pee kink. All the sex I have is totally vanilla, you don't even know! And with guys!" "Yeah. Hm. Sure. Yeah, you're straight and vanilla and just pissed yourself so hard it made you want to make out with ME." Shannon stammered an incoherent rebuttal. Olivia looked at the clock and sighed. "Look... we should go to bed. I'm sorry-" "No I'm sorry-" "Shannon, I'm going to bed. Go finger yourself in the bathroom or something." Olivia turned off the TV switched the light off. "Good night. I'm not mad. We can talk about this in the morning." "...okay." Olivia rolled over to face away from Shannon. "You're a bisexual mess." A bisexual mess. Was she a bisexual mess? Shannon laid in the dark silence for several minutes. She wanted to cry. She gave a deep, shuddering sigh. Maybe there were some... emotions she needed to unpack. But first, she got out of bed and quietly slunk into the bathroom. Her hand sunk beneath the waistband of her fresh diaper, and on the other side of the wall, Olivia smiled, drifting off to sleep.
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  36. Chapter 5 Manatee Lagoon After arriving at the lagoon and choosing a spot to set up camp, Hazel asked "Can I pee now?" "In a bit." replied Sophia. "Uggg...what if I completely strip? Then can I go?" "Sure...after we eat." Fustrated and desperate Hazel said "Fine! But if your going to make me wait then you have to get completely naked too!" "Ok." Sophia said as she started taking her shirt off. Once she had her shirt and bra off, Sophia walked over to Hazel and told her "If you want me naked then you have to take my bottom half off." Hazel started by untying Sophia's shoes as she looked up her flat belly to her breasts. Once she had Sophia's shoes off, Hazel started at her ankles rubbing her hands up over the soft fabric stretched tightly across Sophia's sexy legs up to her waistband. Slipping her fingers into the waistband, Hazel started slowly pulling Sophia's leggings down collecting her panties on the way. Once she pulled them to about Sophia's mid thigh Hazel stopped as she was once again face to face with Sophia's private region. Sophia looked down at Hazel to see why she stopped and found Hazel was lost staring at her. Hazel was mesmerized taking in how Sophia's buttery soft flawless skin folded and curved to form her gorgeous pussy and sexy wide hips. "Hazel. Hazel. Yoo hoo Hazel!" Surprised again in the same way as the day before when Sophia caught her staring at her ass, Hazel looked up fumbling for words "Y...yea. Sorry." her eyes started moving back down again "Your just so sexy I can't help it." "Are you talking to me or to her?" asked Sophia with a chuckle. "Oh umm...both...you." Sophia then pulled her pants the rest of the way off and told Hazel to stand up. Sophia cradled Hazel's face in her hands and said "You are sexy too Hazel." Hazel blushed then said "Thanks." "I really mean that! I've always thought you were sexy. I've actually wanted this...us...for a long time...I was just always afraid to ask you out. I don't get naked in front of many people but with you it's different...I actually want to be naked when I'm around you." Sophia then gave Hazel a kiss on the forehead making her turn bright red. Hazel wrapped her arms around Sophia and never wanted to let go. Manatee Lagoon is a postcard perfect tropical paradise with plam trees everywhere, beautiful white sandy beaches, gorgeous ocean views through the palms, and greenish blue tinged crystal clear water. As they waded in, the chill of the water hitting Hazel's private region made every muscle in her body contract sending her urge to pee into the stratosphere. Hazel, not wanting to disappoint Sophia, did everything she could to not leak as she begged Sophia "Please let me pee. Please! I'll do anything! Just please let me pee! I'm literally about to burst!" "Sure, but I want to feel it." Hazel quickly moved closer to Sophia, wrapped her legs tightly around her pressing her pussy tight against Sophia's hip. It only took a couple of seconds for Sophia to feel the chill of the water dissipate as it was being replaced by a warm blanket growing between the two of them eventually warming the water around them for a few moments. A sigh of relief came from Hazel as her bladder finally found relief. "How was that?" Hazel asked. "Wonderful! And the warmth was perfect in this cold water!" "Yea I think both of our nipples could cut glass right now." It didn't take much longer for both girls to acclimate to the water. Hazel explored a little as Sophia hung out in roughly the same spot eventually moving to lay in the surf line. From her desperation, Hazel was very horny when she saw Sophia sunning as the gentle waves lapped the cool water onto nude body just enough to keep it glistening like a diamond in the sunlight. Hazel started slowly swimming towards Sophia careful not to make a sound. Once in shallow enough water she started crawling with the utmost stealth planning to surprise Sophia with a kiss. Her plan to surprise Sophia worked but not in the way she expected. Right as she was about to surprise Sophia, a bigger wave came up that splashed some water on Sophia's face. Surprised by the cool water on her face, Sophia lifted her head and opened her eyes. With her eyes trying to adjust to the bright light, she was startled when she heard Hazel say "Hey beautiful." Sophia let out a loud shriek and lifted her hand up as a natural reaction to being startled. She then used her raised hand to block the sun to look at Hazel as she said "Woah! Hey...you scared me. I thought you were still swimming over near the rocks." "Sorry." Hazel replied. With her nerves calming back down, Sophia asked "What are you doing?" "I saw you sunning and well its you...naked...and wet. I had to come over to you." Sophia was just about to say something else when Hazel started kissing her. Sophia opened her legs and lifted her knees while giving Hazel a little push from the side signaling her to get on top of her. Hazel moved on top of Sophia as she felt Sophia's arms wrap around her. When Hazel's hair fell into Sophia's face, Sophia lifted her hips making Hazel start slowly moving up and down as they both softly moaned and kissed. After their needs were met in the surf, both girls got up and moved to the shade where they were planning to set up camp. After cooling off for a few minutes Hazel said "I'm going to get dressed then go find us some firewood." As they both got dressed, Hazel asked "Once I get back do you want to help me set up camp?" "Of course! Do you want help with the firewood?" "No thanks. I'm good. You just relax and enjoy." "Are you sure? I feel bad." "Yes. I want you to relax." Reluctantly Sophia agreed saying "Ok. Be safe." Apart from eachothers company, both girls reflected on everything that has happened the last day and a half. As Sophia laid back resting her head on her pack and got comfortable, she started feeling the urge to pee. Still being horny even after climaxing on the beach, combined with not wanting to get up, proved to be the perfect recipe for dirty thoughts to come to mind. Several minutes had passed as she thought about what she wanted to do. Finally deciding that she wanted to wet herself, she sat up with her sexy long legs pressed together and straight out infront of her. She then layed back supporting her upper body with her arms behind her as she relaxed letting her body take control. Nothing happened for the first few minutes so she decided to give her body a little help. With just the slightest, almost undetectable, amount of added pressure, she started feeling the bliss of her hot pee trickling through her leggings. The feeling made her relax more falling back onto her pack. Dispite the fact that not having panties on allowed the majority of her flow to directly escape her leggings, she could still feel a little bit of her warm pee trickling down over her taint and between her butt cheeks. It wasn't a long pee by any means but it did feel great. It wasn't much longer until she heard Hazel returning. As Hazel set down the firewood she had collected, she said "Hey you. What did you do while I was gone?" Sophia just smiled. Hazel was a little bit confused and asked "What?" "I was naughty." Sophia replied with a flirty smile. "Want to come see?" "Yes!" Hazel said as she walked toward Sophia. As Hazel bent over her, Sophia reached up grabbing Hazel's hand then pulling it down between her legs showing off her wet spot. Once Hazel felt that Sophia had wet herself, she started rubbing her gently over her leggings. Hazel then whispered in Sophia's ear "You've been a naughty girl." Sophia blushed some then said "Yea I do it for you." Hazel gave one final higher pressured down and up stroke over Sophia's pee soaked pussy then kissed her on top of the head saying "You have to stay in those leggings now." Obviously pretending to be distressed by the news, Sophia said "Ok." After taking about 2 hours to set up camp, both girls decided that they wanted to lay out in the sun to get one last tan before winter then swim afterwards to cool off. Manatee Lagoon is very isolated so neither of them felt nervous to strip naked again. As they sat in the shade preparing to lay out in the sun, they each took their time rubbing the sun tan lotion on eachother making sure to thoroughly cover every inch. Not because they were worried about burning but because they enjoyed carefully examining and touching every single pore of the other's skin.
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    Ooh, I love me some Chun-Li! Hope we see some of the other Street Fighter women.
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  41. A/N: Wow! This story features the most amount of different girls peeing or wetting that I have ever written. A total of 13 different descriptions! For this one, I combined @KnightofStars idea with another that I had, and they worked together very well! I also took @PeeHour's suggestion and reintroduced a character from last time. Remember, as an anthology series, this story is completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated! Unfortunately, due to work responsibilities, this will be my last written work on this site until about August or so. I will still be active in responding and reacting to the site, but I will not have the same time to dedicate to writing as I have had. At least for a while. One Broken Pipe “Ricky! Get over here, you’ve been nursing that thing for an hour!” “You’re not getting him to do anything boss, he’s union.” “Oh, so he’s lazy and overpaid? I don’t care, get him on the line!” The heat of the mid-morning sun beat down on the hot road. Despite the lack of humidity, the layers of uniform that were required of each worker and the bodily stress and exertion required to dig through pavement was enough to give each man a sweat. Despite the work only needing three or four hands, eight stood, watching two work. “Like I was saying, I got a tat for every week we were on strike.” “No you didn’t. Don’t bullshit me Tommy!” “Swear I did! Right on my arm here. Can’t show you on the job.” “Stop lying, there’s no way.” “Not my first. Cuz Father Kelly promised me I could still get buried at church if I got one.” “Right, like you care about that.” “Screw you!” The two men laughed looked back down at the hole that had been created in the road. Cars were being directed around them, traffic was moving at a slow, choppy pace. They decided to heckle their friend some more. “Hey Ricky! Get a move on, I’m starving!” “You could always get down here and help, you jerk.” “Don’t you need the extra time? Heard the old ball and chain got you for child support.” Ricky looked up from his work, still swinging his shovel “And I can’t even see ‘em! Hell, I might drop in on Maddie. She goes to Howe, right up here.” He pointed at the towering school, just up the hill from the residential area they were in “Yeah, like they’d let a guy who looks like you near a school!” The other two laughed “Go jump in a lake! At least I got marri-“ Clunk! The jokes and banter stopped as the workers realized what had just happened. They stood in silence. Waiting. “Don’t tell me you hit that pipe…” An eerie pause. They all stared at the exposed lead. “Its fine, I don’t thi-“ A rumble, then an explosion. A spray of dirt and raw sewage erupted into the air. With no time to comment, the workmen scattered. A disaster had struck. ################################### The sound of the bell is always a welcome one. Even for smart students with good grades, classes can get a little dry. Makenzie knew this well enough, whether she liked the class or not. Standing from her desk, she maneuvered through her classmates to reach her friend Reagan’s locker. Her friend would look like any other non-descript senior, were it not for her streak of dyed blue hair. Makenzie couldn’t help stare at it, instead of Reagan’s brown eyes. The longtime friends greeted each other with a smile. “Hey. Excited?” Reagan chuckled as she tossed her books into her locker. Her grey skirt kept some modesty, while keeping her cool in the late-spring heat. “Excited for what?” “I don’t know. I think the cafeteria is serving pizza?” Regan laughed again, Makenzie’s upbeat personality never failed to brighten her day. “Is that worth getting excited for? I thought you brought your lunch?” “Got to be excited for something. Even chemistry was boring today.” Regan was surprised by the comment, she gave her friend an inquisitive look as she stood from her locker and shut the small door. Makenzie explained “Ms. Kelly was out and she must have had the worst substitute teacher. He was like super old and you could barely hear him…I don’t even know how I’m going to do the homework!” Makenzie worried as she and her friend made their way into the bathroom. Reagan checked her makeup and hair while she continued the conversation. “She gave you homework while she was out?” “No, I’m talking about next week’s work. I really want to start on chapter 9-“ “Kenzie, this is why people think you’re weird.” Reagan cut her off. “You know you’re my best friend, but you have to care about more stuff than just school.” “I do!” “Ok fine, school, and trying to get Devin to notice you. But-“ “Eeee!” Makenzie squealed and playfully smacked Reagan’s arm “Don’t talk about that!” “What? That you like Devin Wilson?” Reagan turned to her friend, a wide smile on her face as she teased “Reagan! Stooop!” Reagan kept the smile on her face as she turned to leave the restroom. “C’mon, we’re gonna miss lunch.” “Um…you go ahead. I’ll catch up.” Reagan gave her friend a look as her smile started to fade. Makenzie explained herself “I can’t pee with people around.” Makenzie made a shooing motion with her hand “I’ll catch up.” Reagan rolled her eyes at her friends shyness. “Hey, did Ms. Kelly being out have anything to do with the assembly today?” “I think. Something to do with the softball team, I don’t know.” Makenzie bounced up and down in exaggerated desperation. “Now get out of here so I can pee before the smokers get in here!” As Reagan left, Makenzie calmly opened one of the two stall doors. With a squeak and a creak, the poorly maintained metal door opened. Sighing, Makenzie checked herself out. Despite her protests against Reagan pointing it out, Makenzie had spent her class time watching her crush. It was as if he didn’t even know she existed. Maybe she was too thin. Maybe her hair was too wiry. Sighing, she preened her black hair, her pigtails were an effort for attention which she had not received. No way he likes you, boys don’t like girls with good grades and glasses. She pulled down her panties from under her longer pleated skirt. Or girls with strawberries on their underwear. The sudden sound from the toilet was enough to snap her out of her melancholy. With a rumble and a odd, high-pitched whine, the toilet water in the bowl suddenly dropped. Frowning, Makenzie was confused for a moment. Quickly her mind went back to relief, she didn’t have much time before the group of girls who used the bathroom to smoke arrived. Rather than stand in front of the toilet with her panties down to her sneakers, attempting to figure out what was wrong; Makenzie decided to take action. She fluffed her skirt to avoid it sliding under her bottom as she sat on the toilet. The darker, pleated pattern obeying her as it fell to her sides of the bowl. Makenzie looked down, her mind returning to her failed attempt to get Devin’s attention. Maybe my boobs are too small. Over her nearly flat chest, she observed a weak yellow stream that begin to exit her womanhood. Contracting her bladder muscles, the stream hastened, splashing against the side of the toilet. As Makenzie bean to relax into her trickling pee stream, she suddenly felt an unusual wetness on her bare butt. Looking down, she was shocked to see the toilet water had risen, nearly touching her peeing snatch. Gasping, Makenzie shot up from the toilet seat. In the heat of the moment, she was able to stop peeing as she stood. The toilet water continued to rise, the water a disgusting color as it did. Makenzie put her hands over her mouth, shocked at the scene. Before she could figure out what to do, a sharp pain stabbed her abdomen. Tremendous pressure was exerted on her tight genitals as her pee demanded she let the rest out. Reacting, Makenzie grabbed ahold of her exposed crotch, cupping her hand hard around her opening. The sudden pressure was too much, and Makenzie could feel her bare hand warming. She shrieked and covered her mouth with her free hand as she began to pee into her other. Before she could grasp what she was doing, she heard voices enter the bathroom. Other girls were arriving. Instinctively, her shy bladder shut off, saving her from herself. Removing her wet hand from her now pee-coated crotch, Makenzie ripped a square of toilet paper off of the roll, wiped her hand and herself, pulled up her panties, and darted out of the malfunctioning bathroom. The other girls quickly hid their cigarettes as Makenzie dashed though their group, barely uttering a “sorry” as she made it out into the hall. Stopping, she looked left and crossed her legs. Her good nature and studious mind began to gain ground on her desperate thoughts. She needed to tell someone about the issue, as she heard the group of girls exclaim their disgust from the restroom. Seeing no one down the hall, she turned back to her right, and nearly knocked Ms. Oliver over as she did. “Woah! Makenzie! Hi.” “Ms. Oliver!” Despite her reputation as a strict teacher, one which was well earned, Ms. Oliver was one of Makenzie’s favorite teachers. She was though in her instruction, and even looked a little like an older version of Makenzie. Both wore thin framed, small-squared glasses. Both had black hair, though Ms. Oliver’s was significantly straighter. As Makenzie spoke, she hoped she’d look like Ms. Oliver someday, as her English teacher took a large gulp from her thermos. “I was just going pe…uh…” Makenzie cut herself off, her face turning red as the embarrassment of admitting her deed took hold. She felt her desperation begin to return, and crossed her legs as she explained the rest of her story “Um…I mean…I was just in the bathroom, and I think the toilet broke!” She saw Ms. Oliver’s eyes widen for a moment at her last statement. The teacher looked at the massive thermos in her hand, then back to Makenzie. As she spoke, she pressed her thighs together, though the action went unnoticed by Makenzie, who was tugging at her skirt as her desperation returned tenfold. “The toilet’s broken?” Her voice broke into a higher pitch, as if she hoped Makenzie was lying “Uh-huh.” Makenzie held herself from the bottom, her hands reached around the back of her skirt as she fought her angry bladder. “Do you think the janitor can fix it?” “I really hope so. Maybe it’s just this bathroom.” Makenzie felt her desperation decrease ever so slightly as she was filled with optimism at Ms. Oliver’s words. She followed her teacher down the hallway towards the front office, before turning towards the cafeteria. Much to her chagrin, and many other women who were unwittingly filling their bladders, the problem was schoolwide. The burst pipe had created a problem that was not fixed so easily, and certainly not by anyone inside Howe High. ############# Intermezzo wasn’t the best restaurant. But it was cheap, and the owner supported the school. Which is precisely why Ms. Kelly and much of the softball team found themselves tucked into different booths in the dusty restaurant. With her sat assistant coach Harper, and pitcher Blakelyn. The early afternoon sun created a glare on the laminated menus that still sat on the table. Ms. Kelly squinted as she asked “Have you decided what to do with yourself yet Harper?” “I think. Been looking at applying for a stewardess job.” “Like a flight attendant?” Blakelyn asked “Yeah. It seems fun, I dunno.” “Well, we certainly appreciate you coming back for the season.” Ms. Kelly expressed her genuine appreciation “Sorry you weren’t in the budget.” “No, its ok, it gave me some time to figure out what I wanted to do, and I’m sure it’ll look great on my resume.” Harper had graduated last year, but had hung around town instead of going to college. Her knowledge and experience from participating in the softball team throughout high school had made her an easy candidate for Ms. Kelly to sign on as an assistant coach. She continued to get to know her assistant coach “Do you have any other hobbies, or are you really going to go after this flight attendant thing?” “I like photography. But that’s not really a job…So I guess… yeah, I’m really going to enjoy being a stewardess I think. Plus those silver haired pilot…” Harper waived her hand in front of her face pretending to be hot at just the thought of an older man taking interest in her. As Blakelyn laughed, Ms. Kelly rolled her eyes. She shook her head as her natural bright red hair got in her face. As the trio calmed down from Harper’s admission, Blakelyn asked the important question “But what about Ian? Won’t he have to fly everywhere with you?” “Why couldn’t he?” Before Blakelyn could respond, Ms. Kelly chimed in. Despite her status a a coach and a teacher, she was always up for gossip. “Ian? You mean Maci’s older brother?” Ms. Kelly pointed to the adjacent booth, the average height brunette taking her attention “Yeah, we’ve been going out for like a year now.” “Isn’t that awkward, with Maci around?” “No, she’s cool.” “Except when she spilled her drink on you last night!” Blakelyn blurted out Ms. Kelly’s eyes widened, then narrowed. She stared daggers through both of them. Both were old enough to vote, neither old enough to drink. Blakelyn thought of a line quick “It was soda! Don’t worry Ms. Kelly.” The pale skinned firebrand narrowed her eyes in disappointment. She didn’t believe her pitcher for a second. She sighed. “Speaking of soda, excuse me Blakelyn, I need to use the restroom.” In the other booth sat Madison, the only junior of the group. Having repeated the second grade as a child though had made her the oldest underclassmen. By chance, she was also the tallest, standing nearly six feet tall. Though she was quiet now, silently playing with her ash blonde hair. “Did anyone else figure out why Maddie didn’t have to wear her uniform?” Grace, the catcher spoke up. She was right. All of the other women, including Ms. Kelly, were in the same white, pinstripe uniform, with a stylized Howe across their chest. But Madison wore high waisted, light blue denim and a white button-down shirt. It accented her rather large boobs perfectly. “Yeah, she left it on Caleb’s bedroom floor.” Gianna spoke up, pure venom in her voice “You’re just mad that I actually got him in bed.” Madison shot back “oooo!” Grace chimed in. Her stocky figure and aggressive nature always looking to start or watch a fight break out “Shut up Grace.” Gianna said coldly “I’m surprised he could even reach your tall ass.” She snapped at Maddie. “Guys! Stop! I thought you were friends?” Maci spoke up, her short figure was rare for a left-fielder, but she had an incredible arm “Were.” Gianna said emphatically “Boyfriend fucker.” She heaved another insult at Madison “I told you right after it happened! I’m sorry!” “Oh, so ‘I’m sorry’ covers everything? You knew I was seeing him!” “And it was a one time thing! Honest!” “Is that why you were sending him nudes too?” Gianna narrowed her brown eyes, piercing Madison’s green “Fight, fight!” Grace chanted “Grace, shut up, I’m going to punch you if you do that again, I’m not kidding.” Grace laughed “Do it and I’ll piss all over your face!” She laughed again, loud enough for the other restaurant patrons to hear her. The group received stares from the other booths. Maci’s face turned red, and she put her head down. Her long, wavy brown hair covering her embarrassed face. Just then, Ms. Kelly stood, her pale skin and small frame still drawing authority over the girls. “Hey, we’re going to be getting back on the bus in a second.” She pointed her finger at the girls in the booth. “If any of you have to use the restroom, now’s the time.” “Yeah, I gotta piss for real.” Grace scooted out of the booth and stood, her ponytail nearly smacking Gianna in the face Surprisingly to the group, Maci also stood, though without saying a word. She followed behind Ms. Kelly and Grace, leaving Gianna and Madison awkwardly in the booth together. They sat in silence, and Gianna grabbed her phone from her pants pocket, a benefit of wearing her uniform. Madison watched as she unlocked the screen, the background now the picture of a flag from an African state. Madison wasn’t sure which one, but being one of the only women of color on the team had given Gianna a sense of pride. What pained Madison is that it used to be a picture of the two of them. As Ms. Kelly led her two athletes towards the single bathroom in the back of the restaurant, she stopped to let a group of older people pass. A common curtesy, but as a line formed, she began to regret her decision. She had held up the other two behind her, and they all filed in against the wall. Ms. Kelly gave no indication of her predicament, but she had lost track of all that she was drinking as they ate. The food was subpar, but salty to make up for it. She had treated herself to a soda, but had also downed water with it, the contents of which were now splashing into her swelling bladder. Still, as they stood in a non-moving line, she used her Kegel practice to keep a tight grip on her bladder. Looking to the other girls, she noticed Maci’s legs were clamped tightly together, and her body hinged at the hips. Ms. Kelly knew what was wrong instantly. “Grace, why don’t you let Maci go before you?” As Maci heard these words, she wanted to shrink. It was embarrassing, to have her teacher call her out like that. But it was true. She needed to pee. She had needed to go before they got inside the restaurant, but she was shy about being the only one to stand. Now she was paying the price. Her bladder sat at its fully weight, right on top of her snatch. Clenching and bending her body was the best she could do, she didn’t want to hold herself yet. If they waited any longer, she may have to. Grace replied “Coach, I’ve got to pee too.” Grace looked at Maci “Kind of that badly too.” Ms. Kelly nodded. Maybe Grace was better at hiding it. Grace leaned over to Maci, whispering “I’m sorry Maci, you know I’m not doing this on purpose. I’ve really got to go to the bathroom.” Though Grace wasn’t bent forward, nor tightly clenching her legs as Maci was, she had her hands in her pockets, using her fingers to hold herself. In an attempt to lose weight while keeping her muscle mass, the smaller, but wide-framed catcher had downed a green drink along with her usual intake of water, and it was now catching up with her. She wasn’t trying to be rude to Maci in keeping her 3rd in line, she was simply full as well. As Madison and Gianna sat quietly in their booth, Blakelyn and Harper made their way over and took Grace and Maci’s spots. “Hey.” Blakelyn started the conversation Gianna looked up from her phone “Hi.” Madison smiled at the pitcher. Blakelyn asked the same question Grace did “Where’s your uniform?” Madison looked at Gianna, expecting the same shot again. Instead Harper took over “She’s not in the group picture, so she doesn’t have to wear it.” “Ah…wait…so why are you at the senior brunch then?” Blakelyn was confused “Cuz she was voted the MVP! Wait-“ Harper covered her mouth with her hands. The others weren’t supposed to know that yet “Oh. Good job.” Blakelyn smiled, pushing her black hair out of the way She was nearly as tall as Madison, but her skin was far less tanned. She began to braid it as the waitress came by to drop off the check. “We didn’t have to pay for this, did we?” She asked “Uh yeah…didn’t you read the handout coach and I gave out?” Harper responded The girls shook their heads. “You were supposed to pay your own way.” “I don’t have anything on me!” “You could always do that challenge they advertise” Gianna offered Blakelyn looked up and read the sign on the wall Green Tea Challenge: Meal is free if patron drinks the entire mug in one go “I don’t like tea.” Gianna shrugged and went back to her phone. Blakelyn looked at the bill. She couldn’t ask someone for that kind of money. She looked back up at the sign as the waitress returned and collected the others payment. “Um…I’d like to do the challenge.” Blakelyn pointed to the sign “Gotcha. Four super green tea’s coming up.” “Oh no. Just me.” “Sorry. Rules are everyone at the table.” Blakelyn looked to her teammates. They looked back at her. “I-I’ll do the challenge.” Madison spoke up “I’ll do it too.” Gianna volunteered, if only to show up Madison The three looked at Harper “I guess I don’t really have an option.” She smiled. Despite being 20, she still wore braces “Alright. I’ll be back with your tea.” With that, the waitress left. Harper had her own motivation for coming over to the booth. She looked across the table to Madison. “Hey Madi, you’re pretty good friends with Maci, right?” “Yeah. Why?” “Well…um…we kind of went out drinking last night…” Harper pointed to Blakelyn as well “You know, with her brother…and she tagged along. I’m worried she had too much. She didn’t get in trouble with her father, did she?” Madison shook her head. “Not that I’m aware of. No.” Harper nodded “Good. I guess. I really should have watched her better. Kid’s like a little sister to me.” Madison furrowed her brow “Really?” Harper nodded “Yeah. I started dating her brother when I was a freshman here. He was a sophomore. She would always tag along when I went over to his place…I don’t know…” Harper smiled “Kind of annoying, but she’s cool now, and I want her to know that she’s welcome. Could you tell her that?” “Why can’t you tell her that yourself?” “Could I? Seems kind of strange to just come out and say it.” “I know she’d love to hear that. She looks up to you.” “Aw…” Harper smiled “Thanks Maddie.” The exchange had lifted Madison’s spirts as the waitress came back with the green tea. Madison was ready to win. The line had hardly moved. Ms. Kelly looked down at her watch. The bus would be arriving soon and they were still stuck. She gulped. Feeling the first wave of desperate pressure push against the walls of her hairless pussy worried her. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to cross her legs and tap her foot, an attempt to distract her mind from the unfortunate declaration she’d have to make in a moment. She looked to Grace, who was bobbing in place and pacing back and forth between the wall and the isle. Maci was just as expressive, if not less elaborate. She was still bent forward, though now her hand was cupped against her crotch, and her legs would press against her arm, then contract in a rhythmic motion. Ms. Kelly hated the news she was about to break “Girls, we have to be on the bus in five.” “So?” Grace asked “So we should get out of this line.” Grace’s pupils dilated, she stopped pacing and looked at her coach “Uh, no can do coach. I have really got to go to the bathroom.” “I know. I know.” Ms. Kelly put her hand just above her taught muscles. She could feel her swollen bladder under her jersey “And you probably don’t want to hear me say this, I know it might be a little much, but I’ve got to pee too.” She felt a vibration in her back pocket and took out her phone. “But the bus is here. Girls.” She looked at them “We’re just going to have to hold it.” Grace groaned. “It’s not more than fifteen minutes. We’ll be ok.” With that, Ms. Kelly led them away from the impossibly slow line Grace waited for Maci to move, and as she did, she could no longer keep her hand off of her crotch. Whispering to her teammate, Grace tried to sympathize. “I’ve got to pee so bad. Why couldn’t she get us a water bottle or something?” Maci gave a concerned look. Grace shrugged and walked ahead, her attempt to sympathize with her teammate failing. As Ms. Kelly rounded the corner, she was surprised to see a small crowd around her booth. Assuming the worst, she pushed through the small collection of patrons. What she saw wasn’t bad, but rather surprising. Madison just putting down an enormous mug and Gianna was smiling with one in front of her. Harper and Blakelyn were both just gulping down the rest as the crowd cheered. “What’s going on?” Ms. Kelly broke into her teacher voice “A free meal for Madison, Gianna, Harper, and Blakelyn!” The waitress announced Despite the four smiling faces, the group would soon come to regret it as their teammates paid their own way and the team got back on the bus. The stage was set for Howe High to become a bubbling cauldron of desperation. ############## Makenzie wished that she could pee. She tried everything to distract herself. She tapped her foot until the guy next to her got annoyed, she tapped the desk, and even tried to count backwards from one hundred. None of these things worked. Here she sat in Ms. Oliver’s English class, and she had to pee. She knew that Ms. Oliver probably knew her situation, but there was nothing she could do about it. Makenzie knew that, she’d have to suffer. But the pain was rising, and there was no end in sight. That is, until Ms. Oliver instructed the class to group together. Despite supposedly being randomly assigned, she was put in a group with Reagan, most likely an unspoken favor from Ms. Oliver. Welcoming the distraction from her distending bladder, Makenzie found her way next to Reagans desk, while the two other students assigned to their group turned their desks around to form a makeshift table. Each holding their assignments out in front of them, Reagan took the lead. “Alright. So we have to analyze act 4 scene 6. So we have the pirates and Hamlet. Sofia, you want to read first?” “No.” The girl was one of the most popular seniors at Howe High, but this was based purely on looks. “Um. Ok…uh…” “I…I can do it.” Jamie, the other popular girl spoke up Reagan smiled “Thanks” “H-h-o-oratio” Jamie exhaled “Ow!” She accidentally kicked Makenzie’s shin “S-sorry.” Jamie continued the scene “What are…they that-that…w-would speak with me? S-ser..v-“ Another exhale. Suddenly, the blonde exclaimed to the group “I’m sorry, but do any of you also have to go pee like really, really bad?” Makenzie looked at Jamie, but didn’t say a word. Her hands were stealthily held against her crotch under the desk. She was unaware that Jamie was doing the same. Neither Makenzie nor Reagan noticed that Sofia had also looked at Jamie, a subtle clue that she was also in the same predicament. Reagan finally responded to the question “Not really, but I can’t believe they’re even allowed to keep us here without a bathroom.” “I know right!” Jamie was happy to have someone sympathize with her, and her green eyes lit up “I mean, like, I peed this morning and everything, but then I snuck a coffee for first class…” Jamie began to bounce in her seat as her conversation continued “…and I’ve been trying to be good about water and then I had a test in math, and I couldn’t go pee during that…” “Oh. I’m sorry.” Regan offered her condolences. She didn’t usually get to talk to the popular girls, but Jamie seemed nice. Reagan couldn’t help but admire her large breasts, an asset that her short-sleave shirt displayed nicely. “I have to pee too.” Makenzie blurted out Reagan could feel the secondhand embarrassment for her friend. Play it cool Kenz! Stop talking Reagan had to think of something fast, in order to cut through the awkwardness. “I um…I like your top though Jamie.” “Thanks!” The blonde smiled “Where’d you get it?” “Nichole Vice’s. It’s up on the…hill…I think.” “Wait, seriously? I work there! How often do you shop there?” “Once a month. Ah!” Jamie bent forward and exhaled, Reagan looked down Jamie’s shirt “I. I’m sorry. I have. I have to pee.” Reagan was quiet, to enamored with Jamie’s boobs to respond. Not noticing, and instead focused on her intense desperation, Jamie asked Sofia “Do you have any gum?” “Yes.” “Can I borrow some?” “Why do you always take? You can’t ‘borrow’ gum!” Both Reagan and Makenzie were shocked at the aggressive tone in Sofia’s voice. Her looks, with breasts as large as Jamie’s, but an ass that was quite well-toned, were as enticing as her personality was as off putting. “Can I please have some?” Jamie asked, just needing something to distract her from her desperation Sofia reached into her expensive purse and handed a stick of gum to the desperate Jamie. The popular girl began to chew, her perfect and clean teeth gnashing the gum as an outlet for the pain Jamie felt in her bladder. “Ahem.” The girls looked up to see Ms. Oliver standing above their desks Makenzie still admired Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was in a bright red blouse and a black pencil skirt. A look that gave off a professional, serious tone. Boys would look at me if I had her legs Makenzie thought, her eyes monitoring Ms. Oliver’s toned thighs. Curiously, Makenzie noticed that her legs were not only crossed, but the were tightly and subtlety bouncing as she admonished the group. “You girls need to…stay focused. How far are you?” “Um…Heratio’s line.” “The first sentence?” “Uh…um…” “C’mon. Work.” “I’m sorry Ms. Oliver but like, do you know if the bathrooms are fixed yet? I seriously need to go.” Jamie spoke up, her need becoming ever more present in her mind “No. I…” Ms. Oliver recrossed her legs “I just checked.” “Oh. If we have a car, can we leave before the assembly?” “No.” “Can you like give us a pass though? I know you monitor the halls, and-“ “No.” Jamie began to bounce in her seat as she protested, holding her hands to her crotch as she did. The pain that begun to strike her abdomen was intense. A pain she had never felt this powerful before “But, even if I just find a place to pee real qu-“ “Jamie, you know the rules. Detention for leaving an assembly.” “Ms. Oliver…” Jamie hissed, more out of desperation than disrespect “I…I might wet my pants.” “No you won’t. You’ll be ok Jamie. Finish your work.” Ms. Oliver pointed to the book as she left the group. “Bitch” Sofia complained as Ms. Oliver left “She’s just doing her job” Makenzie defended her “and besides, it’s the same rules for her. I think she has to pee too.” “Ok, no more words from you.” Sofia spoke forcefully, moving her hands as she did so. Her ponytailed-black hair swung with her dramatic movements, and her accent gave her an air of authority. Reagan swooped in to defend her friend “Kenzie was just trying to help, why don’t you be quiet for a change?” “Or what? You’ll stare at Jamie’s tits some more?” Sofia had caught Reagan. Jamie’s round face lifted from her desk as she frowned at the fact that she was drawn into this. Makenzie tried to defend her friend “So what if she was looking there? Is that a problem?” “Yeah!” Sofia waived her fake fingernails as she spoke with her hands “Jaime don’t like getting creeped on by no lesb-“ “Ok stop!” Jamie put her hand up, her bracelet falling towards the wider part of her arm She smiled at Reagan “I’m sure she wasn’t looking at my chest Sofia. Can we get back on track please? No more talk about whether or not our teacher has to pee, and no more insulting each other, ok?” Reagan and Makenzie nodded. Sofia flicked her hair and looked towards the window, folding her arms “Whatever.” Reagan breathed a sigh of relief. She had been able to keep herself secret for a while after her discovery of who she liked, and to have blown her cover with less than a month left of school would have been a disaster. Dodged a bullet there. Despite getting caught, she couldn’t help but look down Jamie’s shirt another time or two during the rest of class. The desperate girl kept leaning forward, making herself very obvious. As class went on, Jamie very obviously started rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She kept one hand plastered against her crotch. As time marched on, She no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly reading what was on the page, her words not matching her internal struggle. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, and to keep from whining in pain but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Jamie couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not here. She wanted to cry. By some grace, class began to end. She began to breath, hard. Hyperventilating almost. Reagan noticed “Jamie, are you ok?” Red in the face and teary eyed, the blonde shook her head, then looked down, mumbling something. She looked back up, this time at the clock. Then back to Reagan, her lip bit. “I…I don’t know if I…” “It’s ok.” Reagan tried to reassure her. Jamie looked at Makenzie, her words a high pitched whisper “Y-you?” “I…maybe…” Makenzie was in a similar situation While she hadn’t consumed the same amount of liquid that Jamie had, she had only let a little out an hour ago. The same burning, painful pressure hung over her body. An idea popped into Reagan’s mind. She offered it to Jamie “Jamie?” The desperate girl looked her temporary friend in the eyes. Reagan continued “Do you think…do you think you should let some out?” Jamie didn’t take her eyes off Reagan. “Y-you mean…” “Like, maybe…pee a little bit?” Reagan felt her heart skip a beat “Maybe it’ll help?” “Ew.” Sofia commented Jamie wasn’t as repulsed. Her eyes closed, then reopened. “I can’t. It mi-“ Suddenly, she gasped and covered her mouth. She squealed “Ohmygosh, I just…I…” She gulped “I just peed in my underwear a little.” She whispered Sofia looked over. Nothing was visible on Jamie’s jeans. Without her friend admitting it, she wouldn’t have been able to tell. Just then, the bell rang, and everyone in the group stood, though Jamie did slowly and methodically. Reagan had her own battle to fight. Telling a desperate Jamie to do that had sparked something in her. Something she didn’t want to admit. ########## As the bus of the desperate softball team neared the school, an eerie silence had set in. Grace, usually the vocal one on bus trips, was too busy writhing in her seat to say anything. Ms. Kelly had taken the opportunity to hold herself. The winners of the green tea chugging contest, Blakelyn Harper, Gianna and Madison, had all begun to feel the effects of the massive mug that they had downed. By far, the one in the most desperate struggle was Maci. She sat next to Madison, and the poor left-fielder was nearly defeated by her own bladder. Tearfully, she looked at her friend “Maddie…I’m not going to make it…” “It’s ok.” “No! I…I can’t…look!” Maci removed her hands, and Madison looked over. The crotch of her softball pants, white with a blue pinstripe, were clear at the crotch. Maci had started leaking. “This is all my fault…” “How?” “Maddie…I..I haven’t peed yet today…” “What, how?” “Well…you…you know how-how I went out with Harper and Ian last night?” Madison nodded “I..I had to sneak back in…and I feel asleep. I was late this morning…no time to go…and…and I’ve had water for my hangover. I-I haven’t peed…” “It’s ok.” Madison rubbed her back. It was clammy and cold Tearfully, Maci worried “I’m going to pee my pants…” “No. Look. We’re here. You’ve nearly made it.” “I’m leaking…” Was her only response. Madison looked down. Her friend’s crotch was glistening. The white pants becoming see-through as the stain grew. Then it stopped. Then it grew some more as the bus reached the side entrance to the school. It halted as Madison made one final overture to her desperate friend “You made it.” Maci nodded, seemly accepting the information, finally. As the bus stopped, Ms. Kelly, who was still trying to hide her desperation, stepped out first. As her flats hit the sidewalk that stretched from the side entrance to the main entrance, which wrapped around the front of the school, she was greeted by the Super Intendent. An older woman in her fifties, she greeted Ms. Kelly “Your late.” “Are we? Sorry, there was some construction traffic.” “Figured there would be. Plumbing’s burst here.” “Um? Excuse me?” “Bathrooms haven’t worked since this morning.” Ms. Kelly crossed her legs, her desperation increasing as she was denied relief “And you didn’t close school?” “Can’t. We had enough snow days this year. State might cut funding, and I might be out of a job if I did that.” “This is inhumane!” “We’ve had no complaints so far.” Ms. Kelly stuck her hands between her legs. “Look, woman to woman, I have not had a chance to use the bathroom much today.” She pointed at the bus “And neither have they. You’ve got to let us find a spot before we go in there.” “You can’t, the state D.O.E is here. We’ve got the local paper in attendance. We’re late enough as is.” “No. I won’t let you do this.” Ms. Kelly spoke firmly “Don’t talk to me like that without tenure. Now get in there.” Biting her tongue, Ms. Kelly climbed back onto the bus. “Alright girls, they’re going to take us through the side entrance and the school band will play us on.” “Can we please pee first Ms. Kelly?” Grace spoke up “Yeah! I’ve got to go too!” The other voices chimed in “Maci goes first! Or she’s going to wet her pants!” Madison spoke up “Girls. I’m sorry, this isn’t a debate right now.” Ms. Kelly decided to let her desperation show. She held her crotch for the first time in front of her team. “None of us can pee right now.” The disappointment was palpable, but was quickly drowned out by sobbing. Maci begun to cry. Sobbing at what she felt was an inevitability. Madison made one final plea for her friend “Please! She’s going to have an accident!” “She’s not the only one…Girls, don’t make this harder than it has to be…please.” Begrudgingly, the team left the bus. Maci took the rear, each step burning as she did so. She felt like a dead woman walking. She was headed to the gallows. On what should have been a fun day of celebration, instead she was nearly wetting herself. ###### Jamie walked gingerly ahead of Sofia as she tried to make her way to the auditorium. The warm, clammy feeling around her slit was already demanding that she let another leak out. She would have to move quickly, or she might be lured into doing so. As she marched past the waves and waves of other students, she couldn’t help it. She spurted into her panties. Each step was agony. The labored breath kept her focused on moving towards the auditorium. She wasn’t thinking, just acting. She leaked again, much longer this time. For a moment, Jamie felt the intense pressure dissipate. It was blissful. When she reached the line in front of the auditorium doors, it came roaring back. With force, her entire bladder pushed on her tightly clamped pee-hole. Jamie retaliated with her hands, but the moist, damp panties she was wearing betrayed her. She leaked. Then again. A third. Jamie looked down. What she had hoped was still invisible was clearly not. The crotch of her jeans was dark, and two darkened streaks ran down her inseams. She hastily covered the front of her warmed jeans with her backpack. What Jamie was unaware of, was the fact that Sofia was behind her, watching her leak into her jeans. The entire way from English to the auditorium, her eyes had been locked on Jamie’s butt. She had watched as a small discoloration had formed at Jamie’s crotch, and then moved slightly down her legs. As they stood in line, she snapped a picture. Sending it to group chat with the caption Jamie can’t hold her pee! Within moments, Jamie’s shame was shared, and she hadn’t fully lost control yet. As Reagan and Makenzie found their way to the stadium-like seating and awaited the assembly to start, Reagan began to experience Makenzie’s desperation for the first time. Her longtime friend sat down, and immediately upon doing so, jammed her hands into her crotch. Sliding back into her chair, she nearly lay down. Her panties were visible, and her arms pushed her normally small breasts upwards. Reagan smiled as she noticed someone looking. “Hey Kenz. I think Devin Wilson is looking at you.” Makenzie looked around. She spotted him. He was looking right at her. As soon as their eyes met, he looked away. “Nooo! Reagan, he knows I have to pee! I’m ruined…” “Maybe he likes it?” “He likes that I have to pee?” Reagan shrugged. Makenzie hadn’t shifted her position, and looked back over. This time, their eyes met. A smile. She smiled too. Maybe Reagan was right. Makenzie’s heart beat faster, her brain abuzz. If that’s what it took to get his attention, that’s what she’d do. She’d hold it. Makenzie was going to make it through the assembly. As the softball team packed themselves behind the stage curtain in the auditorium, nearly all of them were desperately bouncing or holding themselves. Madison was the only one seemly absent from this fate. Or so she wanted her teammates to believe. Even as more expressive girls like Grace were nearly jogging in place, most of the attention was on Maci. The short girl with wavy brunette hair was nearly crying. Her round face was red from the strain of holding it, and her mascara was starting to run as her brown eyes teared. She held herself as she leaked into her pants, receiving some encouragement from her teammates. “You can hold it Maci!” “Yeah, we believe in you!” “You can do it!” Ms. Kelly was encouraged at the scene. Her team was behaving as a unit, uplifting the weakest of the group. It gave her a proud feeling that was only drowned out by her own desperation. A desperate shock through her body. Ms. Kelly clenched, but clenching herself was becoming ineffective. She couldn’t cross her legs, they were about to walk out on stage. She rubbed her belly, just where her full bladder rested. She winced. It hurt, and it hurt bad. It had filled gently, starting that morning while she was teaching, and Ms. Kelly hadn’t really noticed it for a while. But there was no ignoring it now. She sucked air in through her teeth, and wiggled her legs. Squirming, she heard the band. They were due on stage. As the presentation of the awards started, Jamie sat next to Sofia in the audience. Her hand was plastered against her damp crotch, she was unable to do anything else. Some of the other students around her had seen Sofia’s image, and they knew why Jamie was squirming in her seat. Frantically, her tried and sore muscles begged for relief. Her teeth chomped down on the gum Sofia had given her, hard enough that it had nearly dissolved in her mouth. She hooked one foot behind the opposite calf, her breathing frenetic, as though she were drowning in her own desperation. She rubbed her thighs together, fast enough to start a fire with the friction from her jeans. That girl in English was right. I have to let some out. She stopped moving. Though the blonde didn’t move her hand. She took a breath, and as she exhaled, she felt a warmth move out of her. It was a tickling sensation, and nearly heavenly. Jamie felt the pressure move off of her bladder, and into her jeans. For a moment; peace. Then she heard giggling. She opened her eyes. Sofia had her phone recording her, and as she quickly shut off her leaking snatch, she inspected her jeans. She had leaked much more than she had intended to. A large wet stain now adorned her crotch and the front of her jeans. She jumped up from her seat, leaving a wet cushion below her. Sofia filmed her friend’s wet butt. As Jamie filed passed other sitting students, she could hear a low whisper “Pissed herself.” “Told you that picture was real.” Other words were inaudible as she dashed out of the auditorium, hands buried into her crotch, holding back her still full bladder. As she barged though the double doors and into the hallway, Jamie had to stop to hold herself. She felt lightheaded. Sick. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down like a stone in the ocean. Gingerly placing one foot in front of the other, she made her way down the long hall. Jamie was functioning on instinct. She was aware she was walking, but she was not piloting her own body. She still had enough wherewithal to know that she was being directed towards the side doors. Ms. Oliver’s words from class sprung into her head. You know the rules. Detention for leaving an assembly. It was this or continue to leak until she wet her pants. Opening the side door, Jamie felt the heat of the day wash over her. It beat down on her cheeks, warming parts of her body that hadn’t been warmed by her urine. Stumbling with crossed legs, Jamie tightly grabbed herself. She felt wet. A shiver ran down the length of her spine, her leg starting to twitch at another warmth. Jamie looked down. She was peeing her pants. As she jittered in place, she could see a large, dark stain moving down the inseam of her thigh. Excess urine dripped onto the concrete sidewalk below, darkening it in spots. “E-mph-N-no!” Jamie hadn’t come this far to lose now Peeling her increasingly wet jeans down, she didn’t have to stop peeing, instead, she exposed herself to the partially full parking lot in front of her, and started to pee on the sidewalk. Right in front of the side door, which housed two large glass panes, Jamie’s bare butt was now visible as she squatted. Had one been watching, they would have seen her two toned thighs spread, and her cheeks nearly touching the concreate below her as a massive dark puddle began to pool below her. Should one have been exiting their car from the teacher’s lot, they would have seen one of the more popular seniors squatting, completely exposed, while a thick, wide stream of clear piss poured forth. Jamie didn’t care about all of that. She knew she was exposing her most sensitive areas, but she didn’t care. She only felt blissful relief. It was as if a balloon had popped in her abdomen, as the swelled organ was finally able to deflate. A light, airy hiss was audible as the girl relieved herself all over the sidewalk. Her heart jumped as she heard the door open. Opening her eyes and turning her head, but continuing to pee, she saw Ms. Oliver standing over her. With no way to hide what she was doing, Jamie instead tried to ask for mercy. “Ms. Oliver! I-I’m-I’m really sorry! I…I just couldn’t hold it anymore!” To Jamie’s surprise, her teacher shuffled over onto the mulched ground next to the side walk without acknowledging her. Ms. Oliver then hiked up her skirt, showing her lack of underwear, and squatted behind a tiny bush. She too, began to pee. A second wave of relief washed over Jamie as she realized what her teacher had come outside to do. The sound of Ms. Oliver’s piss drowned out what Jamie had left, and her shooting, bubbling pee kicked the dry dirt into the air and onto Ms. Oliver’s shins. Jamie expressed her relief “Oh! You just really had to pee too! I-“ This time, Ms. Oliver acknowledged her “Jamie. Stop talking and I won’t give you detention for leaving the assembly.” Jamie complied, but couldn’t help sneaking a peek at her teacher. Ms. Oliver had a very neatly done bikini line. Her dark hairs that matched her natural color, and they were in a perfectly stright line until they looped around her labia. It was cute, despite the fact that it was dripping from the piss shooting straight onto the mulch below. Jamie looked back to herself. The massive puddle that she had created had saturated the entire area below her. It expanded to one side of the sidewalk and ran into the grass there. Most of her pee rolled down, spilling over the edge of the curb and onto the driveway. The size was enough to impress Jamie, who was unaware she could hold that much. As she continued to listen to Ms. Oliver pee, a faint smell of urine wafted passed her nostrils. Ignoring it, Jamie inspected her once blue panties. Save for a small horizon on the front, they had grown dark, soaked through with her pee. They were as moist as her jeans, which were also now pattered with a massive dark streak down her left leg. She couldn’t walk around the halls like this. She turned to her still peeing teacher for help. “Ms. Oliver?” The black haired teacher looked up from herself. The first thing she noticed was the stain on Jamie’s pants. “Um…I can’t go back in there like this…” Jamie grabbed at her soaked thigh. Ms. Oliver stopped peeing for a moment, thinking. Jamie asked her question “C-can I just leave? I have my own car an-and…” Jamie stammered, expecting Ms. Oliver to deny her “One condition.” “What?” Suddenly, Ms. Oliver began to pee again, just as forcefully. The sound of her penetrating urine through the dirt returning. She pointed at her streaming piss. “You don’t breathe a word about what I’m doing, or what you did.” She pointed to Jamie’s massive puddle “Deal!” The blonde took off for the student parking lot, wet jeans and all. Ms. Oliver looked back down as her stream finally trickled off. It arced back towards her, wetting the sensitive skin of her exposed labia. Her thighs were dripping, coated in the spray of her desperately held pee. She brushed them with her hand, and flicked off the dirt that had been flung up onto herself. Taking a deep beath, she finally felt empty. Standing, she pulled her skirt back down and shook her small butt, a makeshift method of drying herself. She looked over what she had done. The force of her stream had created a small pool that held her bubbling piss, which was still draining into the ground. An obvious puddle had formed under her as she had relieved herself into the school’s landscaping. It was quite the scene as she turned back into the building. In three years, Ms. Oliver had experienced two separate peeing incidents with a student. Both times, her reputation had be spared. No one would find out what she had just done with Jamie, and no one really knew about her accident in front of Megan. She hoped these two incidents would be the only of her career, knowing nothing of her final incident, a horribly embarrassing accident she’d have on the horizon. ########### As Ms. Kelly was called to the stage, she bit her lip. She didn’t have a choice, despite the fact that she was about to burst. Her knees shook behind the podium. Nearly at her limit. She was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight and couldn’t clench any harder as she gave her speech about the season. Behind her was more chaos. Maci sat next to Blakelyn. The pitcher noting that Maci was nearly keeled over. Her legs were spread wide as they jiggled. The left-fielder was being puppetted by a desperate force. She was still sniffling, stifling tears of fear and desperation. As Blakelyn focused on controlling her own bladder, she felt a force weigh down on her shoulder. It was Maci. The girl was using Blakelyn’s shoulder to cry. Looking down, Blakelyn whispered “Oh no…Maci…” The chair her teammate was sitting on was a deep shade of violet, but that didn’t mean that the spreading wet patch was any less visible. A dark, almost black patch was spreading from Maci’s lap, soaking the chair in a dark color. A clear wetness escaped from her, turning her white baseball pants into a nearly transparent color. Blakelyn could see Maci’s pink panties underneath her now transparent pants. As a few of the girls tended to Maci, none of them took note of their coach, Ms. Kelly. As she gave her prepared remarks, she couldn’t help but leak into her panties. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…and with the effort these girls displayed this season…how could we not all be proud of them?” She put her hand back on her crotch, under the podium. She was able to stop herself from leaking, but could feel the warm sensation cling to the inseam of her pants. She had stained them with her brief loss of control. Giving the students a fake smile, she hobbled back to her seat, hand still over her crotch. The action drew a giggle or two from the crowd of students. Her movement had telegraphed her need to the entire school. Ms. Kelly had to pee. As she returned to her her seat next to Maci, she felt someone tap her back. Looking over, Blakelyn had reached to get her attention. She pointed to Maci’s lap. The chair was soaked, a massive stain sat in her lap. Ms. Kelly whispered “Did you finish?” Maci shook her head, whispering back “I-I’m still…” Ms. Kelly finished her sentence “You’re still holding it?” Maci nodded. Ms, Kelly felt another desperate twinge. Trying to cover for her struggling team, she grabbed the wrist of the superintendent, who was watching the band play the school fight song. “You have got to cut this short.” The superintendent pulled her arm away from Ms. Kelly’s grasp “Why?” “Because my left-fielder is sitting in a puddle, and I’m going in my panties as we speak.” Ms. Kelly wasn’t lying. Her desperation had mounted against her, and her weakening defenses were buckling. A small, slow, but steady stream was leaking out of her womanhood and into her underwear. Unable to clench and hold her waters back anymore, and it was starting to also seep onto the chair. Ms. Kelly made one final point. A last ditch effort to save herself and team from embarrassment. “And if you’re worried about the local paper and D.O.E board, I’m sure they would love to talk about the puddles we’re going to leave on stage if you keep this up.” The superintendent grumbled. “We’ll have a talk Monday. You don’t get to threaten me.” “Just do it. Help us, help you.” The superintendent walked off in a huff, Ms. Kelly had gotten through to her. Leaning over to Maci, Ms. Kelly shared the good news. “If you can wait, we just got a break. How are you holding up?” Maci only shook her head. Her body was preoccupied with holding an impossibility full bladder. She had nearly lost the ability for words. Ms. Kelly offered some sympathy “You’re not the only one. Look.” The teacher parted her legs a bit. Between her own uniform sat a stain, and a very small pool on her chair. Ms. Kelly had just stopped leaking, but the effort had left considerable damage to the crotch of her uniform. Maci looked at her red-headed teacher. Before she could think of a response, the crowd started clapping. The superintendent had concluded the celebration early, as Ms. Kelly had asked her to do. The softball team stood, all of them anxious to run to the restrooms that they thought were open. As the crowd filed out of the auditorium, the softball players and their desperate coach made their way to the side of the stage, partially hidden by a large curtain. Maci, with a stained crotch and bottom, fell back, her slow movements giving her internal struggle away. She felt an arm on her shoulder. Harper had grabbed a hold of her and guided her away from the group. The two hid next to the stage curtain, away from the crowd that was still dispersing from the auditorium. Maci was confused “Harper! What are you doing? I…I have to go…” “I saw what happened. I’m saving you from embarrassment.” “Wh-wha-“ “There’s no way you’re going to make it. Didn’t you hear? The bathrooms are still being worked on.” “N…no..” Maci voiced part of her defeat and disbelief. “You can go here. I’ll cover you.” “Um…” The band members were packing there things, only some of them passed by the girls. “The crowd can’t see you. I’ll cover you from the band. They won’t be able to tell if you just let it all out here.” Maci considered her options. She didn’t have many. Sticking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, she started to pull down her already stained pants. She felt Harper give her a firm grip, stopping her movement “No. No Maci, I mean in your pants.” Maci’s eyes widened “You want me to pee my pants?” “I’m telling you its either here, hidden, or in front of the school, out there.” Maci teared up. She was being told to accept defeat. Harper could see the resistance in Maci’s eyes and expression. She decided to wear her emotions on her sleeve. “Maci. I was trying to figure out how to tell you this. But I really like your brother. And in the time I’ve known the both of you…I see you like a sister. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to protect you.” She put her hand on Maci’s shoulder “I have the keys to the locker room. I can hide you. The girls’ll understand. Maci…please…trust me.” Rather than a response, Maci pulled herself into a platonic embrace from Harper. Harper rubbed Maci’s back. “It’s ok.” Quietly, a dripping, splashing noise could be heard. Harper looked down. Maci was doing it. A wide, transparent stain expanded past her already wet butt. Drips of clear pee ran out of each side, spitting out of her soaking wet pants. A consistent flow of desperately held pee broke free from her crotch and spilled out onto the stage, the tapping that could originally be heard was now replaced with a splashing as a puddle formed. The cascading wetness that escaped her now soaking wet labia created two massive flows down each of her thighs and spread across her legs as they ran down them. Maci whispered “It’s in my socks…” The girls uniform required the ladies to wear tall blue socks. The socks would show when they played ball, but their pants were worn over the long socks today. This protected Maci further, as they masked the flowing urine as it wet her socks. As the blue footwear darkened and streaked, it left almost no stain on the bottom of her pants. Still, a puddle formed under Maci, expanding as she completely voided her full bladder. The band members who passed the two ladies were unaware of what was happening, Harper had successfully forced Maci to commit her act in the shadows. Despite the size of the puddle she was leaving, it wasn’t enough to show her action. She pulled away from the embrace, whispering “I peed…” “How do you feel?” “Warm.” Harper nodded as the last of the band members exited. She looked at Maci’s now transparent pants. Her pink panties showing through very obviously. “Pink panties with white pants?” Maci simply looked at Harper. Harper explained “You’re not supposed to contrast like that. You know. In case something like this happens to you.” “Can’t I just take them off?” “And give everyone a look at your whoha?” Maci looked down at herself again “What am I going to do?” “Would you like to borrow mine? They’re white, they blend in.” “Could I?” Harper nodded “Surething. Lets get you into the lockerroom before anyone sees you and you can have them. And fast. I have to pee too.” Harper was sure to hide Maci’s accident as they made their way through the hall. The lockerrooms weren’t too far from the auditorium, and the pair were able to make it unnoticed. Despite also needing to go, Harper disrobed and gave Maci her underwear to provide her some dignity. Leaving Maci in the lockers until the team got there, Harper hustled to find the others. ########### Reagan found herself and Makenzie lined up behind a few other students. They were waiting for the bathroom, as the workers had finally fixed at least one. The line was slightly shorter than it had been, with other students opting to hold it on the bus, or drive home. Others, those more desperate and many visible so, decided to wait in line. Though it increased the amount of time the girls had to wait, with many other desperate bladders earning relief in the two stalls available. Reagan couldn’t help but smile at Makenzie’s expressive movements. Her friend had her skirt bunched up in her hand, and her knuckles on her crotch. She was swaying back and forth against the wall, swinging her hips like she was dancing. Reagan giggled, Mackenzie responded “Laugh if you want, but Devin noticed me!” She stuck her tongue out “Yeah, noticed you had to pee!” “Do you think that maybe he could see my panties? Do you think he liked them?” “How could he have seen them from there? You know what I think?” “What?” “I think he likes it when you have to pee.” Reagan smiled, a smile that hid her own worry that she might like it too Makenzie, who usually was embarrassed at lewd ideas, didn’t seem to mind when it came to her crush “Is that all I have to do? I just need to pee really bad? Then he’ll notice me?” “Maybe?” “But when am I going to need to go again this bad?” “You could always drink water before science class.” “What about science class?” The girls turned around, Ms. Kelly was behind them, only Reagan noticed her wet crotch “Oh, hi Ms. Kelly. Nothing. Missed you in class today.” “I missed teaching you guys…line’s not really moving, is it?” Mackenzie shook her head, as the rest of the softball team filed in behind Ms. Kelly. All of them except for Madison, who cut right in front of Makenzie. Reagan’s heart skipped a beat. Her crush. Instantly her mind went into overdrive. Ohmygosh she is so hot! Reagan was attracted to Madison’s height, and the girl had long, well built legs that wore her light, high-waisted jeans well. Reagan had fantasized about Madison, imagining that they were secretly in love, even though the two had never spoken before. Her ash blonde hair and sun-tanned skin were the icing on the cake. Another thought entered her mind. A new one. Maybe she really has to pee. Maybe she’s bursting, what if she loses control in line? Reagan bit her lip as her sexual thoughts started to take hold. Suddenly, a push. It was Makenzie “Say something!” “Hm? Oh, yeah…Devin’s cute.” “What? I mean talk to her!” She pointed to Maddison “She cut in line, and I have to pee!” Reagan felt her hands get sweaty. Her chance to introduce herself. She opened her mouth, and her tongue tied. She closed her mouth. And tapped Madison on the arm. The tall girl looked at her, and Reagan nearly melted into her green eyes. Madison waited for her to speak “H-hi-hey…” “Hi.” That was all she could muster. Reagan looked back at Makenzie, Mackenzie looked annoyed. Ms. Kely spoke up “Could this line be any slower?” Her legs were crossed as she waited. Mackenzie responded “I know, the bathrooms have been down all day. I’ve been waiting…” “I can’t wait any longer, and neither can my girls. Mackenzie, your my best student, so I’m going to let you tag along. I have an idea.” Ms. Kelly dug into her pocket and produced a set of keys. She announced to her team “Girls, follow me!” Reagan stared at Madison as she followed the other softball players, only following when Makenzie motioned for her to follow. She was looking for any sign of desperation as they ventured to the science room. However, Madison walked without giving any. Reagan felt disapointment as she fell in line with the small group. What’s wrong with me? She asked, feeling guilt about another womans predicament. The lights were off in Ms. Kelly’s classroom. The substitute had left awhile ago. As they came on, and the room sprung to life, Ms. Kelly’s coaching experience took over while she revealed her idea to her students. “Alright, one, maybe two of you can use the sink.” She pointed to the massive basin. The sink was built to withstand chemicals and other science projects and their contaminants being dumped down the drain. As a result, it was built fairly large. This size would allow for at least two of her girls. Instead the stared at her. Ms. Kelly didn’t have time to take their silent objections into account. Insead she kept looking. “I guess we can also use a measuring cup or two…” She said more to herself than to her girls. Still, they all stared at her. Gianna, Grace, Blakelyn and Madison all stayed still, looking at each other. Then they heard something behind them. The assistant coach, Harper, took Ms. Kelly’s idea and grabbed the small metal trashcan by the door. She placed it under herself and flipped the lid off. Pulling down her pants, she exposed herself to her teammates. She got into a half squat, her butt just over the container. A light tapping could be heard. Then a droning splatter as Harper began to pee into the empty can. A certain calmness overtook her as she relaxed. Calmly, she looked at the other girls and pointed, the droning hiss of her release wasn’t loud enough to take her voice. “Two of you can use the recycle bin if you go butt to butt.” The blue recycle bin was a decently sized tub that sat on the floor. It still held papers in it that were awaiting recycling. Gianna and Blakelyn each grabbed a side and pulled it from the wall, placing it just infront of the still peeing Harper. The two of them disrobed while they listened to the assistant coach pee. Once their pants were around their ankles, they turned, leaving Grace, Madison, Mackenzie and Reagan standing. Grace asked “Hey where’s Maci?” “Ok girls? I’m going to ask you to be supportive. Maci’s wet her pants and-” “She’s not the only one.” Everyone in the room looked towards Madison. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her high-wasited jeans, and hissed down her legs. It moved quickly, in no time, it had reached past Madison’s kneecaps, enveloping both of her legs as a puddle formed on the floor. As it reached her cuffs, it began to wash into her shoes. Her hot urine poured into her sneakers, waterlogging them. Madison’s expression didn’t change. She was stonefaced, except for the shade of red that her cheeks were turning. Slapping thighs with her palms, she brought her arms back up and folded them, just under her breasts. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Madison resigned herself to the fact that she was having an accident. “O-oh! You’re making me pee!” Blakelyn spoke up, though she was already hoving over the recycle bin with her pants around her ankles, she began to spray a strong stream out of her and all over the papers in the bin. Like snow on a hot day, they melted under her forceful pee. “Me too!” Grace’s legs were shaking, she couldn’t stop the quick spirts of pee that were making their way into her uniform pants as she felt her bladder release. A warm trickling feeling began in her crotch. Her labia tickled and twinged as she felt a rush of hot pee fall out of her. As she continued to force the wet buttons of her pants open, she could only think of one thing to save her. Turning to Gianna, who had not started to pee yet, she pushed her teammate hard “Move! Let me piss!” The black girl tripped over her pants, which she had pulled down to pee into the bin. With a crash, Gianna nearly fell headfirst into the whiteboard. Instead, she fell to the floor. Grace ripped down her pants, her snatch hissing as a heavy stream of piss poured out. The sound on the pile of papers in the bin was unique, and it drowned out Blakelyn’s. Grace felt like a primitive woman. Without a care left, she knew she felt good, and that’s all that mattered. “Grace, what the hell! Look what you’re making me do!” Gianna was rolled onto one hip, a small puddle began to form down her leg as her clear pee rolled down onto the floor. Her pink skin showed through her spread legs. It glistened with pee running through it and provided a stark contrast to her fawned skin. Reagan was unable to comprehend what was happening. Her crush had just wet her pants, and three other girls were peeing infront of her. She looked at Makenzie, her friend still desperate. “Guess we get the sink.” “We?” “I want to pee too.” Reagan didn’t need to go. But she was aroused. The only thing she could think of the calm herself was to pee. Grabbing Makenzie’s wrist, she led her to the sink, as the sounds of the softball girls peeing continued. Makenzie didn’t resist as Reagan put her own leg up on one side of the sink. Both girls were running on instinct. Reagan on sexual instinct, Makenzie on desperation. She spoke as the tow moved their panties to the side, exposing themselves to each other for the first time “I didn’t know you had to go to Reagan!” “Yup. I can’t wait anymore.” It was a lie. But Reagan did at least force herself to go. It dripped and dropped out of her, a much weaker stream than Makezie’s. Reagan watched as the stream from Makezie exploded forth, remaining strong. It sounded like there was a small river inside the room, and Reagan watched the entire show. As Makenzie pushed, her stream became even stronger. Then it stopped. Then it started again, this time weaker. But it continued to pour out of her in a rhythmic flow. She was not stopping. With one final contraction, her stream regained its strength and pushed out what remined inside her. She sighed. Relieved. The sounds of the other girls relieving themselves too had also started to die down as they finished. But there was still one more. The room filled with the sound of a liquid splattering into a container. Ms. Kelly had found an empty glass measuring cup. Shivers and feelings of relief ran up from her peeing slit up through her chest and body. As the cup filled it became heavy. For a moment though, she didn’t care; she just wanted to finally pee. It was warm, and the heat of her spray was felt through the cup and against her hand. She looked down, the cup was nearly full, and she was nowhere near done. There wasn’t much she could think of doing. But she had to find a way as her pee overflowed and began to splash the floor. She stopped, the pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. Gingerly placing the cup on a lab table, Ms. Kelly called for relief. “Girls, bring the bin over here!” She grabbed her nude crotch “Oh! I…can’t…” Another splashing sound could be heard as pee flowed through the slits in her fingers. She removed her hand and displayed both palms outwardly. Still standing, she explained “I’m peeing.” Ms. Kelly had gotten her pants around her ankles, and the slight arc that her pee had reached just in front of them as she stood. However, the expanding puddle on the floor and the splashing urine were still wetting her pants in strange patterns. Her legs were together, and her students and team could barely see their teacher’s pussy. Yet the clear splashing pee was snaking and making its way down her leg. They all watched Ms. Kelly pee. Like Madison and Gianna, she too had made a puddle on the floor. All of the women stood, still breathing heavily from their desperate relases. Madison stood in now cold jeans, and three distinct puddles existed on the floor. Ms. Kelly broke the news. “We…we still have the senior team photo girls.” She pulled up her pants. They were soaked. The back and the front. The sides and the cuffs. She examed them for a moment. “I guess Maci won’t be the only one with a stained uniform.” “I peed my pants too.” Grace added. She had, the crotch and inseams were wet and there was no hiding the stain. As Gianna pulled up her pants, part of her puddle had made its way onto the seat of her pants, and the crotch was stained from her leaking. “I guess we’ll call the janitor…” Ms. Kelly wasn’t looking forward to that conversation “I’ll clean it up!” Reagan offered “Me too!” Mackenzie added Ms. Kelly smiled, the first good news in a while “Thank you both. Don’t be surprised if you find some extra credit on your scores.” “Thanks Ms. Kelly!” They said in unison. The softball girls walked out, leaving Reagan and Makenzie alone. Reagan had only offered to clean because of her new found fascination with pee. She was happy to have her friend help, but Makenzie didn’t need to know anything. At least not now. Reagan had already come to terms with who she was attracted to. Next was discovering herself further. She’d have much exploring to do after what she had witnessed that day; and her adventures were just getting started. ########### As Madison walked down the wall in her squeaking wet shoes, she heard Gianna “Hey Maddie? Your make-up is a little off. Do you mind if I help you fix it?” Madison looked down at her former friend and shook her head. While the rest of the team went left, the two turned right. As they walked down the hall, Madison’s wet jeans and sqelching sneakers left a small trail of pee droplets. Having downed the green tea at the restaurant, her pants smelled strongly of pee. The two made their way towards the bathroom, and their still stood a small line. Three girls, all of whom were notorious for smoking, and Sofia. The black haired girl with olive skin was hunched over, her hands buried deep into the crotch of her black leggings. She clearly could only feel agony in her desire to hold it. All she could do was pretzel her legs and lower her body into a quasi-squat. It must have hurt, and hurt badly. As Madison walked by, she felt someone clutch her arm. It was Sofia. The brat’s nostrils were flared, she thought Madison was trying to cut her in line. Gianna stepped in, pointing to Madison’s wet jeans and her stained uniform “Its fine. We just peed.” Sofia let them go, the group of smokers ahead of them. “Bitch.” Gianna whispered about Soifa “Yeah, but she has a perfect ass.” Madison argued. Gianna gave her a look as they stepped into the two stall bathroom. Both had to step over a puddle on the floor. Someone else hadn’t made it either. Two of the girls in front of the occupied a stall while their friend desperately danced at the stall door. Gianna made conversation as two desperate, forceful streams pounded the toilets behind her. “Look, Maddie…that was quite the experience, huh?” Madison looked down at her jeans “You could say that.” “I’m not taking back what I said. But I don’t want that to be our last talk either.” The two heard a shuffling. Looking behind them, the girl who had been left out of the stalls was now standing in the free space between the stall and the wall. Undoing her jeans, she was preparing to squat. Another girl that just couldn’t wait. Both Madison and Gianna could hear the other two peeing into the toilets, so there was little options. However Gianna offered one. “If you’d rather use the sink, we can move.” The girl turned around as she started to pee, a second puddle appearing on the bathroom floor. She had more acne than a high school senior should, a symptom of her unhealthy skin. “Thanks but, I’ve already started.” She looked at Madison’s jeans “I couldn’t wait either.” She turned back to herself, squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss. It sounded as if she was taking a shower. The force with which the girl was smacking the floor with her pee created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she was creating on the floor. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow arc. Now desensitzed to the sights and sounds of pee, Gianna and Madison resumed their conversation. “So what would you rather have our last words be?” Madison asked “I want you to know that I don’t hate you. I don’t forgive you either, but I don’t hate you.” Madison nodded as the sound of the other girls using the toilets ended. A new sound emerged. Sofia’s footsteps on the bathroom tile. She walked right though the puddle of pee that someone had left behind, and stood in front of one of the stalls. She knocked “Open the door.” She crossed her legs “Who is that? Sofia?” “You owe me 20 bucks. No way!” “Open this door this second!” “Not unless you pay me. I seen what your Dad drives, you got the money!” Sofia banged on the stall door to no avail. Gianna and Madison reumed their conversation again. “I am sorry about it. I just…I don’t know what I was thinking.” “I don’t know what you were thinking either.” Gianna pointed to Madisons stained jeans “But maybe the fact that you have to walk home in those is punishment enough.” “Yeah, that’s gonna suck. Worst part is, my sister’s the only one home.” “Yeah?” “Uh-huh. And I borrowed her panties. Panties that I pissed in.” “She’s gonna be mad.” “You know it. Hey…” Madison offered one final hug. The end of their time together. Gianna reciprocated. “I’ve got to go get my picture taken. Best of luck to you.” “You too.” It was then that Gianna tapped Madison on the back. She pointed to Sofia. The woman stood at the stall door, left leg cross over the right one. Despite her black leggings, a clear and obvious shien was running down the back of her leg. Drips, droplets and rivulets were making their way down towards the floor. The other girl, who had just finished peeing on the floor, made the situation known. “Hey Sofia’s pissing her pants!” “Really?” There was laughter “No way!” The girls in the stalls called out, and the stall in front of Sofia opened. She darted in as the other girl stood, but didn’t have time to pull her leggings down. Instead, she sat straight down on the toilet. She felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents. Both Madison and Gianna left the bathroom, leaving Sofia to be mocked by the other girls. A just deserts for her belittling of Jamie and others throughout Howe High. That’s what made the school special. Classes may come and go, students and drama may happen, but let no one muscle their way to the top, or they’ll come crashing down. The group picture of the softball team would go on as planned. Stained pants and all. The picture would be hung in the school lobby for a year, until that teams photo replaced it. But for the one with the stained pants and fake smiles of Ms. Kelly and her players, at least it was memorable. Everyone would remember the burst pipe for years to come. It was just another chapter in the history of Howe High. A/N: After all 14K words, I have just one question. Who was your favorite character in this story?
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  43. Stop at a road side rest area and wet your pants while walking to the building. One that I like, stand beside your vehicle while fueling and wet your pants.
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    Ballerina`s exercise could last long, very long. And if her bladder is full? And the toilet is busy? What does she do? She keeps her exercises playing the little swan, But what is a swan without a lake? And who else would make a lake for the swan except the swan herself? Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the only little swan in the world that creates it`s lake herself! Watch that ballerina drawing out her bladder in Emboité position and creating a beautiful Pee Lake! Her leotard, tutu and leggings are soaking wet in pee! Not the best quality of the picture, but it was shot accidentally and it worth seeing I promise!
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