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  1. Just got back from a long weekend beach trip with the girls. (Me, my girlfriend, my youngest sister, and my brother's boyfriend.) We stayed in a cute little house right on the beach and had a great time. There were a few incidents that may be of interest to some people. The first incident was with my sister. (She was wearing Jean shorts). We decided to enter a corn hole tournament to see how well we would do. As we waited for our turn to play I ran home to use the bathroom and get us more drinks. We finally played and about half way through our first game I can see my sister is bouncing a little bit. As the game drags on she starts to bounce more and cross her legs. Finally she yells at me to hurry because she has to pee. She is trying her hardest not to hold herself but has to once or twice. I am finding it very hard to concentrate. We finally win and she starts off immediately for the house. She has to stop once and cross her legs tightly. She comes out as I am coming back to pee again and she had changed into her bathing suit. I jokingly said I see you needed to change and she said she wanted to be more comfortable. I of course had to check so after I peed I went in her room and found her jeans and panties. The pink bikini panties were very wet and her Jean shorts had a pee stain in the crotch and a little down the thighs. The smell was amazing. Hopefully that wasn't too long as I tend to ramble. Let me know if you want to hear the other two incidents.
    9 points
  2. Paris, France 27-year old Elodie Gasquet sipped her coffee, as she flicked through 'Le Monde'. It was much the same as usual, Covid-19 cases on the rise, fuel prices on the rise, the war in Ukraine still raging on. Only a story about the English popstar Aluna Sky pissing herself during a concert at the O2 broke up the depressing onslaught of articles about death, war and poverty. Elodie allowed herself a slight chuckle at the irony of her bladder giving up whilst she was performing 'Holding On'. Elodie wasn't a Paris native, hailing instead from Lyon. But today she had a job interview, with the people who wrote the words she digested with her overpriced croissant and coffee. After five years as a journalist with 'Le Progrès', a Lyon based newspaper, she was ready for a change. And what better change than to work for one of the biggest newspapers in France? She checked her phone, she had about an hour before the interview. Time for a nice walk to clear my head, Elodie thought. Heading to the bathroom, Elodie recoiled as she opened the stall. The toilet seat was covered in urine, and some inconsiderate arsehole had neglected to flush, leaving shit smeared loo paper inside the bowl. The smell alone was unbearable. Do they not clean after themselves in Paris? Elodie grimly thought to herself. Thankfully, she was only visiting the loo as she felt she may as well given she had time. She was by no means desperate, and would comfortably be able to wait until she got to Le Monde. Elodie mentally ran through her notes as she walked along the Seine. Truthfully, she didn't really know what to expect. She'd not had an interview since she got her job as 'Le Progrès' five years ago. She frantically tried to remember every exaggeration she'd included in her cover letter, every detail she'd overindulged to pad out her CV. She checked her outfit once again - a navy blue suit complete with a white jumper, which was making her sweat lightly on a hotter-than-usual March morning. She took a long swig from her water bottle, as her mouth tended to get very dry when she was nervous. Speaking of nerves, she needed to pee for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. She knew it was mostly just a nervous reaction, but it still caused the short brunette some discomfort. Passing one of the many dull grey public toilets that lined Paris's streets, she thought about using it. But she knew from experience that they were fairly disgusting, and only to be used in dire situations. Realising she was ahead of time, she stopped by the river. Pulling out her phone, she checked Google Maps to see if she was going the right way. Her phone agreed, predicting she'd make it to the offices with ten minutes to spare. A text came in from her boyfriend: "Good luck for the interview, you'll be amazing." Elodie smiled, and went to reply. Before she could press send, she gasped as two hooded teenagers raced passed, riding their bikes along the pavement. In shock after the second boy narrowly avoided crashing straight into her, Elodie let go of her phone, dropping it straight into the River Seine. "Fuck!!!!" Elodie yelled to no one in particular, as both boys had already cycled into the distance. She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't. It was time to compose herself. The phone could wait, now she just needed to focus on performing as well as she could in her interview. --- "Hello, my name is Elodie Gasquet, I have an interview at 11 today," Elodie panted. She was sweaty, stressed and she really needed the toilet. She was also late, struggling to find the building without the aid of Google Maps. The receptionist looked disapprovingly at her. "The interview started five minutes ago, I will bring you through now." Elodie debated asking whether she had time to use the bathroom, but she sensed that she shouldn't push her luck. The first part of her interview was a group task with the other applicants, and she didn't really know what to expect. It sounded like they didn't wait for her to arrive either, so she knew she'd be up against it. "Mr Millot, here is Miss Gasquet," the stern receptionist announced, as Elodie sheepishly waved to a room with her three rivals, and Mr Millot, one of the editors. "Ah Miss Gasquet, I see you've found us," Mr Millot went in for a handshake, his tone was warmer than she'd expected from an editor of a major newspaper. "You have 55 minutes to produce a mini newspaper with the other applicants. Sadly as you are late, you don't get to choose your story. All the information you need is on the desk there, just try your best!" Elodie nodded and took a seat. Her bladder sloshed uncomfortably, filling rapidly with her earlier coffee and water bottle. She reviewed the information, she was stuck writing a story about water bills rising. Shifting around to find her most comfortable position, she started to dissect the sources in front of her, and planned her article. --- Elodie's legs were tightly crossed now, but she had at least finished her article. Writing about the cost of running water had proved to be an extra challenge for her bladder, which yearned for relief, but she knew she'd be able to see to her need very soon. Staring desperately at the clock, and squirming in her seat, Elodie was relieved to hear Mr Millot's voice. "Okay, that's your time, thank you all for your hard work!" He grabbed a copy of their finished newspaper, and smiled as he skimmed it. "I will read through it now, then we'll call you for your individual interviews shortly!" The four of them were ushered towards a sofa just outside of the reception area. Elodie couldn't help but notice one of the other applicants looked in quite a state, and her suspicions were confirmed when she overheard her speak to the receptionist: "Excuse me, where is the toilet?" The receptionist gestured towards a single person bathroom, which the slightly older lady practically ran towards. "Is there another bathroom?" Elodie asked, trying her best not to dance on the spot. The receptionist shook her head "I'm afraid visitors are only permitted to use this bathroom. Don't worry, I'm sure she won't be long," she added the second sentence after seeing the look of despair on Elodie's face. Elodie grinned, although she suspected it looked more like a grimace. She sat down next to the other two candidates, instinctively reaching for her phone, before realising she didn't have that option anymore. Instead, she once again ran through her interview questions, whilst repeatedly checking to see if the bathroom door would open. A wave of urgency hit Elodie, and she crossed her legs just that bit tighter to ensure that her white knickers remained dry. Without thinking, she lightly tapped her foot, and resisted the urge to openly hold herself. Elodie had foolishly finished another bottle of water during the interview, in an absent minded attempt to combat her dry mouth. She was paying the price now, with her bladder feeling very full indeed. "Hey, I'm Richard by the way," a young man of a similar age to her went to shake her hand, snapping her out of her desperate stupor. "Elodie," she grinned/grimaced, returning the handshake. "So where are you coming from?" he asked. As the two traded small talk, Elodie could barely hide her despair as the bathroom became available, only for the other remaining applicant to go and use it. The older woman returned, looking much more relieved, and sighing audibly as she sat down next to the two of them. "Thank God for that, I thought I was going to have an accident," she chuckled. "You'll know what I mean when you have children," she added, smiling at Elodie. Elodie laughed uncomfortably, desperately hoping for her pelvic floor muscles to remain strong. The three of them chatted, but soon after, Elodie was no longer able to focus on the conversation, instead being slowly driven insane by the locked bathroom door. The guy had been at least five minutes in there, and Elodie couldn't take it any more. "Excuse me, is there another bathroom I can use? It's really urgent," Elodie asked the receptionist. "I'm sorry, there is only one visitors toilet," she bluntly replied. Elodie groaned, and took matters into her own hands, heading towards the bathroom. She knocked aggressively on the door. "How long are you going to be?" she asked. The man groaned. "I'm sorry, I must have eaten something bad. It's going to be a while." Elodie almost screamed in frustration, but composed herself. As she returned to the sofa, Mr Millot was waiting. "Miss Gasquet, would you like to come through?" --- It took all of her might not to wet herself in her seat as Mr Millot poured her a glass of water. "So Miss Gasquet, tell us a bit about yourself?" I'm on the verge of pissing myself in your office, Elodie thought to herself. In reality, she launched into a flustered answer, detailing her career so far whilst struggling to keep her talking speed down. Mr Millot and the other two journalists on the panel nodded in unison, seemingly impressed by her CV thus far. "What can you bring to this job?" A very, very full bladder. Elodie instead bluffed a response about how her work ethic would make her a valuable team player, and that she was always willing to go the extra mile to get a story. She'd started to hold herself under the table, and she hoped no one would notice. "Where do you see yourself in five years time?" Hopefully I'll have gone to the toilet by then. In truth, Elodie had no idea. Stumbling slightly, she eventually came up with an unconvincing response, claiming she'd be travelling the world as one of Le Monde's most valuable journalists. The panel of suits still seemed to like her answer, smiling at her lofty ambitions. "What's your greatest weakness?" The fact I just leaked a bit during that question. Indeed, Elodie blushed as a drop of urine escaped her quivering peehole, and she had to cross her legs with all her might to stop anymore coming out. Avoiding cliches, she admitted that she struggled with confidence early on in her career, but had been taking on public speaking engagements to help overcome this. "How do you -----" "I'm so sorry, but I have to go," Elodie exclaimed, running out of the room in tears. The desperation was too great. Her bladder burned intensely, and she knew she'd have wet herself if she'd stayed in the room. Before Mr Millot could say anything, she was gone. Running to the lobby toilet, she was aghast to find that the door was still locked. A long spurt reminded her she didn't have time to wait. Running out of the building before anyone could stop her, she turned into a side street. Pulling her blue suit trousers and white panties down, her plight was finally over. A jet of urine escaped her peehole, absolutely soaking the pavement. Elodie was too relieved to be embarrassed, not caring that anyone on that side of the building could look out of their window and see a tsunami exploding out of her urethra. She didn't care that her expensive suit trousers were now painted with specks of urine, nor that she was not going to get her dream job at Le Monde. This was relief like she'd never felt before in her life. After two minutes of almost orgasmic peeing, her bladder was empty. She put her head in her hands, trousers and knickers still round her ankles, and sobbed with relief, before her moment of peace was interrupted by a cough. It was the receptionist, looking more disapprovingly at her than ever. "You left your bag inside."
    7 points
  3. Soooo here is the story of the my first real accident I’ve had. I’ve had plenty of stages accidents before and have loved holding for a long time. This one absolutely takes the cake for the best one I’ve had though. so to start off I frequently have dinner meet ups with my close life long friends. Tonight was just like any other night we shared awesome food and tons of laughs. well I’m the type to drink a lot without even realizing it and also not realizing how full my bladder actually is. This typically isn’t a problem because I have a fairly large bladder that prevents a lot of accidents that aren’t planned. Tonight it failed me.. so I had had 4 refills of sweet tea and spent most of the night just talking and carrying in with friends until we had closed the restaurant down for the night. In a hurry we all walked out to our cars and I had bo idea of my need to pee until I sat down in my new car. oh did I realize the mistake I had made! w/o I’m wearing blue ripped skinny jeans, a tshirt and blacked out converse shoes, and oh boy does my need to pee become prevalent very quickly!!! min at least an 8/10 and becoming quite nervous of my 20 minute drive home. i anxiously take off lightly holding myself and praying the journey goes as planned without an accident. The first few minutes are okay and my confidence build slowly. I have an iron bladder and I can make it home I thought. well the first 10 minutes is mostly highway without Any stops and certainly an easy drive so I’m feeling great until I get off the exit to head home. of course I hit a read light and this is quite a lengthy red light typicality because alot of traffic flows through this intersection. I sit there squeezing my legs together and pressing my hand into my crotch and at this point I realize this may be an uphill battle I’m not capable of overcoming. No joke my need jumped to a 9.5/10 rather quickly. I take off after sitting for a couple minutes which felt like an eternity! I drive a minute up the road to get caught by another stop light. I’m squirming holding my self and starting to lightly yell at this light to hurry the hell up!!!! finally it turn and I get a little further up the road to hit yet another light. Of course I hit this one right as it turns red and at this point I’m absolutely bursting. I keep saying out loud that I’m about to pee my freaking pants as if the light can hear me. finally after all the turn lanes go it’s my time and holy shit it wasn’t soon enough!! I floor it as the light turns green holding with everything I have! I’m nearing my neighborhood and I’m squirming to no end and barely hanging on. My hand is buried so deep in my crotch I’m becoming numb. of course my house is in the back of the neighborhood riddled with 4 way stops… I hit the first one and it’s a miracle I made it through it. and the here comes the second one. I stop as lightly as possible and it’s just too much. A small leak comes out followed by a second.. a third and then a complete and total flood! thank god I was prepared and had a towel in the car from a pool party earlier in the weekend. I completely peed all over my self in my new car. I’m appalled that this happened without me pre planning it but it was soooo orgasmic I can’t even complain!!!
    5 points
  4. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

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    5 points
  5. This is intended as an anthology series, exploring woman and their bladders in several (probably not literally 80!) different countries. Hope you enjoy! --- London, United Kingdom 25-year old singing sensation Amber Moon, better known by her stage name Aluna Sky, scrolled through Instagram once more. Nothing had changed since she last checked it two minutes ago, bar a few thousand more likes on her most recent post and several comments, mostly from girls saying how much they loved her, and creepy men saying how much they wanted to shag her. Amber always found it an odd way to try and proposition someone - she doubted many people would be wooed by a comment like the one she had from BrexitFred69 saying 'You're voice is shite but I'd still fuck you all night long'. The poor grammar alone was an instant ick, putting aside the insult and his presumption that she'd be interested in sleeping with him. Her train of thought was interrupted by her driver, a quiet, elderly man called George. "I'm afraid traffic is pretty bad on the M25, looks like it's going to be a close one," the man called back to her. Amber sighed audibly and thanked the driver for the update. She'd just flown into Heathrow, ready for her big homecoming gig at the O2. She'd been touring Europe for the last few months and she was ready for some time off after this concert. She sipped on her lemon tea, which slightly soothed her throat, red raw after two months of non-stop singing, autograph signings, late night parties, sleepless coach journeys. It had been quite a meteoric rise to fame for Aluna Sky. After gaining a following on TikTok, posting Adele covers while bored during the 2020 Covid lockdown, she'd recorded and released an album by May 2021, which shot straight to Number One of the charts in several countries. In the space of just over two years, her life was now completely different. She'd said goodbye to the tiny flat in Milton Keynes which she shared with her mum and younger brother, and hello to a penthouse in central London, with the most spectacular view of the Thames. Tired from last nights concert in Madrid, Amber drifted off to sleep. --- Amber awoke roughly an hour later to a chorus of beeping from cars all around her. Glancing at the driver's Sat-Nav, the road ahead was painted blood red, to signify heavy traffic. "What happened?" Amber groaned. "Big crash ahead of us, they reckon it should be cleared up soon but we've not moved at all for 45 minutes," George grimly informed her. Amber moaned, and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She was acutely aware that it had been a while since she'd used the toilet. About four hours to be exact. Now, a bottle of water and a flask of lemon tea sat in her bladder, patiently awaiting their cue to leave. Her eyes darted back towards the Sat-nav, which predicted they'd be at the O2 in 90 minutes. As if in protest, Amber's bladder sent a wave of desperation to her brain, to make sure she'd prioritise finding a toilet. "Is there any chance we can stop at the next service station?" Amber asked. George shook his head. "I'm afraid not, we're already very behind schedule as it is, and I have another job straight after this one." Amber nodded, and resumed her Instagram scrolling, hoping it would take her mind off her ever growing need. She was used to holding it. The toilet on her tour coach was so grim, she'd only used it twice, both times when she'd been absolutely bursting. It didn't feel like a proper concert unless she arrived to the venue on the verge of wetting herself. But she always made it. So far. --- The clock turned 8:30pm, half an hour after the concert was meant to start, and Amber could finally see the O2 stadium appear. She'd switched her phone off, she kept getting messages from angry fans asking where she was. Despite tweeting that she was stuck in traffic, people didn't seem to understand that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. As for her bladder, it felt as though it was begging for relief, her predicament made worse by George's erratic driving, seemingly in a hurry to get to his next engagement. She'd contemplated asking him if he minded if she peed in the back of the car - her empty tea flask had been tantalising her since Junction 7. But she didn't know George super well, and she didn't trust him not to sell the story of one of the biggest popstars in the world urinating in the back of his car to 'The Sun'. "Here you go ma'am," George exclaimed as he pulled up to the artists entrance to the O2. He caught a glimpse of Amber's very full bladder, and the look of pain on her face. "Blimey you really do have to go don't you?" Amber nodded gingerly, and could barely muster a thank you. A member of her entourage was there to greet her and take her bags. "Fuck man, you've got to get on quickly, the fans are getting very restless," he said, once they were inside the backstage area, seemingly oblivious to Amber's situation. "Mike, I need to go to the toilet first," Amber replied, barely able to walk in a straight line. "You don't have time, the toilets are all the way on the other side, and you've already been introduced," Mike sheepishly explained. Amber wanted to cry, and her bladder responded similarly, letting a drop of pee leak into her red panties with this news. "You don't understand, I will wet myself on stage," Amber was beside herself with desperation at this point, not able to stand still. Her band had got an early flight, and were already on stage, playing the introduction to her most famous song. Sensing defeat, Amber shot Mike a dagger, and headed on, making sure not to miss her cue. The audience screamed as the immaculate Aluna Sky danced onto the stage, her perfect blonde hair swaying in time with the beat, and wearing her classic short denim skirt, red t-shirt and black leather jacket combo. As Amber launched into her hit 'Only You', she almost forgot her bladder troubles. She was confidence personified, as she smiled, hitting the high notes effortlessly. It was as though she'd hit a switch, and her bladder no longer needed to be emptied. The crowd were mesmerised by her every note as Aluna Sky flawlessly hit every note, with every ounce of passion that she felt when she wrote the chords down. The adrenaline lasted kept her going through the up-tempo 'Friday Night Feeling' and the ballad 'Last Dance in Brixton', and before too long, Amber had completely forgot about her full to bursting bladder. "RIght guys, I think you're gonna enjoy this one. This one is for anyone who's ever been in love with the wrong person, it's called 'Holding On'!" Amber smiled at her adoring audience, who responded with cheers as she prepared to play one of her biggest hits. The guitar sting began, and Amber immediately felt her bladder again. The balloon of liquid inside her which had been dormant was now making its presence known once more, and she fought to regain her composure, almost missing her cue in the progress. "Another evening wasted," Aluna crooned, trying her best to stand still on the stage. "Waiting by the phone." The crowd were oblivious to her predicament, but Amber felt as though all eyes were staring at her, waiting for the cascade of urine that was desperate to escape. "You told me you'd be home by midnight, but I'm sleeping all alone," her voice cracked slightly, ignoring the urgent signals from her bladder. "You told me I'm a psycho, but you're just so good in bed," Aluna missed her last note as a dribble of wee ran down her leg. "My friends tell me to leave you, but I can't get you out my head." As she crescendoed towards the chorus, her bladder could take no more. "Cause I'm hooooooooooolding onnnnnnnnnnn to youuuuuuuuuuuu!" Aluna belted the chorus, trying her best to ignore the fact she was wetting herself in front of 20,000. A torrent of pee pattered against the floor of the stage, slowly soaking her denim skirt and high heels. The gasps of people in the audience were accompanied by some wrong notes from the band, who were equally shocked at what they were seeing. "But I wish you loved me tooooooooo," Aluna continued, stifling back sobs, whilst the pee continued to pool at her feet. She didn't finish the song. Overwhelmed by the situation, she ran backstage, hiding her face as tears ran down. The crowd booed as they sensed that this was the end of the concert, just three and a half songs into the evening. Alone, and out of sight, she slumped to the floor, and sighed as she fully emptied her bladder, in the knowledge that she was a laughing stock. --- Amber sat alone in her dressing room, post shower, dressing gown on. She had turned her phone off, she'd read enough hateful and creepy messages for one evening. It would take a lot to recover from this. Bruce, her agent, came and sat down next to her. "Cheer up. Fergie pissed herself on stage and she did alright," the Australian laughed. Amber couldn't find a smile. "And yet we're still talking about it all this time later." "Hey, just trying to think of positives," Bruce muttered. "So here's the plan. You go into hiding for a few months. Delete your social media accounts, make people really worry about you. Then boom, new single, deprecating interview with Graham Norton, we're back to normal." Amber nodded. Bruce always knew best. The silence was pierced by a knock on the door. "Come in," Amber called out weakly. It was Mike, who'd refused to let her go to the toilet before the show. She turned away from him, partly from anger, and partly from shame. "Hey, erm, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I should have listened to you, I didn't realise how desperate you were, and erm, I'm sorry," Mike sheepishly apologised, staring at the floor for most of the time. "Hey you fucking idiot, you cost us big here, we're gonna have to refund all these motherfuckers because you think you can tell one of the biggest pop stars on the planet when she can and can't fucking piss! Would you tell Beyonce she's not allowed to go for a fucking piss?" Mike shook his head. "Would you tell Dua Lipa she has to hold it in?" He shook his head again. "So why would you tell Aluna Sky she can't go for a piss?" Bruce roared. "I'm sorry," Mike croaked. "You're fucking fired," Bruce yelled. Amber refused to look in his direction, as the young man tearfully nodded, and left the room. "So what now?" Amber asked. "We go to your penthouse, order a shit load of pizza, and hide until they call a fucking search party on you," Bruce smiled. "Got a car waiting outside for you." "Sounds perfect," Amber smiled, hugging her agent. "I'll be out in a sec." "Where are you going?" Bruce asked. "I'm dying for a wee," Amber smirked.
    4 points
  6. Hi! I will tell you a story that happedned to me few days ago. Sorry for my english I'm trying to do my best I had to go to another town at about 2 hours form where I live for a job mission. I left home at 8h30AM then I took the bus at 9h30AM. Before taking it, I passed to the bus station bathroom and I emptied what I had in my bladder. So I took the bus and no problem, my bladder didn't alerted me nothing and I didn't think about pee. So I arrived at destination at 12AM. I was waiting for a person coming for me in car and I just feel a need to pee. No problem perfectly holdeable. Arriving a the job, before starting my work, I just asked for bathroom to empty my bladder. 3 hours after I finishd my work. My back trip was at 6h30PM and it was 5PM, they invited me to eat and I was thirsty so I drank some fruit water while eating, but watching the time it was 5h45, so I only had 45 minutes left to take the last bus to go back a home, so they drove me directly to the bus station and I just arrived in time. Arriving I feel suddenly a need to pee but no problem for that, I will go to the bathroom in the bus so I ran to the gate and go aboard. I install myself, the bus started to go and suddenly I start to check for the bathroom... Bad surprise... THIS STUPID AUTOBUS HAS NO BATHROOM for economical class and I have a 2 hours trip! I relaxed and thought no problem I can hold it... I took my phone and started to listen to music. 10 minutes after, my need to pee was growing and growing... I knew I will be soon in trouble... Fortunately I was alone and nobody was near me, I had 1 hour and an half more of trip... I was pinching my little part through my jeans hoping that will help me... I know my bladder, it have a good capacity of about 800ml, but when it's full, it's really hard for me to hold, the pain is strong and the risk is, when mother nature decide I totally loose control and can't stop the flow... To avoid a disaster of this type, I just decided to risk myself for trying a little leak... So I concentrate myself on my bladder and just tried to start to pee. Sudenly, I feel my need to pee disappeared and something warm going in my boxers, I was starting to pee in my pants! Suddenly with all the force I can I blocked the flow. I just peed like two little second. A wet patch of the size of a tennis ball appeard on my jeans. That was not really visible and I thought, if my bladder follow to be bad, I can pee a bit more in my jeans. This little release of pee really helped me and I feel better, everyhing is ok. But I could just enjoy 5 minutes of peace. Suddenly, I feel really bad. My bladder was really full, I was in trouble. And I have 1 hour and more of trip. I was getting very nervious, I started to transpirate of strees, my bladder was hurting. I decided to see the county by the window to not focus my mind in my need to pee. Suddenly, like a big leak, I feel warm pee on my bottom, I was wetting again my pants, I let myself peeing like few seconds then stopped it. It was a good relief and it was not too visible. About one hour of time so it will be mainly dry to not make it visible. 30 minutes later, we finally back to town but there was a lot of trafic, I knew we will be back in late. I was really desperate, looking on the gps of my phone the remaining path but we were totally stucked on the traffic jam! I started to think how idiot I am to trying to hold and why I didn't peed totally myself before! My bladder was hurting of pain, I was desperate, tears started to go out my eyes, and suddenly my bladder totally exploded. Fuck it, I pee in my jeans! It felt soo good you can't imagine! I was tembling, transpirating, about to cry! It was night and lights in the bus was off, I could fell the flow of pee going into my botton and near my legs, the sensation was amazingly delicious! When I finished, I analyzed the situation but forunately all the pee has been absorbed by the seat. I just stayed 3 minutes there, waiting for all the pee to get absorbed then I moved to another seat. 30 minutes later, we fianlly arrived, I put my jacket around my belt to hide the desaster, and I went to the bathroom of the station. Fortunately, the disaster was totally controlled and not so so visible, so no probleme for me- Outside it was raining and it didn't dried quick, I feel I was wet but it was not so visible so I totally enjoyed it. I was wet like 2 hours more, it was delicious and totally enjoyable. I hope you enjoyed my story Much love!
    4 points
  7. I'm done with exams and back from vacation, so have this beach inspired drawings Also this video, thought it would give a bit of personality and context petal_20220728_020614.mp4
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  8. Three girls sat around a table in the backyard, drinking kool-aid and eating watermelon. It was a hot summer day, so staying hydrated was something they were holding each other accountable for. They were all wearing bathing suits under their clothes. “You guys ready to get going?” Bekah asked, standing up. The girls responded affirmatively. “We gotta finish the kool-aid,” she said, picking it up. “We can’t leave this much, it’s like, barely a glass!” The only person whose cup was empty enough was Mackenzie’s. Bekah filled it to the brim. “Awe, dude, I can’t drink all that!” she said, “Barely a glass my ass. I already had like three cups!” “Let’s just chug it. Ready, guys?” she gave a count down, and the girls downed their drinks. Mackenzie, who had a considerable amount more to drink than the rest of them, felt like her belly was about to burst by the time she finished. She groaned, holding her gut as she put her empty cup down. On top of that, her jean shorts were way too small. They constricted around her belly in an uncomfortable way, riding up her ass and hugging her legs too tightly. Bekah felt an inkling of an urge to pee, but she didn’t feel that it was urgent enough to use the toilet before leaving. The pool was only a ten minute drive. Plus, she intentionally avoided taking “just in case” bathroom breaks, having been told it worsened her tendency to leak. Laughing too hard, lifting heavy things, and just having a full enough bladder put her in the danger zone. Luckily, her little pink shorts weren’t too constrictive around her belly. Bailey was excited. She loved the pool for a reason she couldn’t share with her friends. She liked swimming and all, but she especially liked how no one could tell if she was peeing. As soon as the plan was made earlier that day, she avoided going to the restroom. She drank extra. There was a dull but urgent ache radiating through her urinary system. She was frequently pulling the front of her leggings away from her belly and letting it thwap against her bladder. She loved the feeling of being exceptionally overfull. She wanted to be dying to urinate, unbeknownst to everyone around her. It was thrilling to hide it like that. Then, just when she physically couldn’t keep it in anymore, she’d let it out into the water. It was a risky activity for somebody so shy, but it was too much fun. She did it every time they went swimming. Bailey drove. Bekah rode shotgun and Mackenzie sat in the back. As the ride went on, she fiddled with her tight waistband as it dug into her belly almost constantly, pulling out wedgies and pulling the cuffs down her thighs when it started to bother her. She leaned back and sighed, suddenly noticing that she was jiggling her legs. “I gotta pee,” she said. “Me too,” Bekah replied. “I’m gonna pee in the pool.” “Eww! You do that?” “Do you not? Everybody does that!” “That is not true,” Mackenzie said, “I’ve never pee’d in the pool.” “Liar.” While they went back and forth, Bailey bit her lip, squishing her thighs together and moving her butt around in the seat. All of the fluids she’d consumed were starting to really catch up to her. She was eager to get to the pool. The car suddenly started making a weird noise. Before the girls could even say anything about it, the engine started sputtering. “Oh fuck…” Bailey groaned. As she pulled over into a parking space on the side of the street, the engine cut off. She made one call to her dad, then to roadside maintenance service. Her heart dropped when she checked the tracker. “They’re not gonna be here for another 45 minutes,” she said, pressing her legs together. “I’m sorry, guys. If you want to get someone to pick you guys up it’s cool, but I have to stay with the car.” “We’re not gonna leave you, Bailey!” Bekah told her. “Yeah, I just wish there was somewhere around us to go to the bathroom,” Mackenzie said, crossing her legs. They were surrounded by houses and apartments. The other two had no idea just how much liquid Bailey was holding inside of her, and she was worried she wouldn’t be able to wait 45 minutes. She bit her lip and smirked a little, discreetly pressing her fingers into her crotch. The situation gave her butterflies.
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  9. 4190f1390c6a672d2458a74e7db83579.mp4
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  10. I’ve had many wettings in my cheer outfit but this is one of my favorites. I was wearing a cheer top with a long sleeve undershirt a cheer skirt that went about halfway to my knees a bow and I wore black leggings underneath it all. I drank a lot that day and had to pee quite badly in a quick amount of time and decided it would be a lot more fun to pee myself then go to the toilet (it was) so eventually it got to the point where I had to focus on holding my pee in more then I was focusing on cheering. Shortly later I had a small leak that stayed in my panties and didn’t even make it to my leggings because it was so small. This didn’t decrease my need to pee at all though and it was a good thing because I love the feeling of having to pee badly. About 5 minutes later I had a small leak but larger than the last one. It left a apple sized wet spot on my leggings but no one could’ve seen it under my skirt. I still really had to pee too. Another 5 minutes later I have a MASSIVE leak in my leggings that goes straight through my panties and leaves a wet spot that went down to the end of my leggings at my ankles. It felt good to say the least. However about 10 minutes later it felt even better when I let it all out and peed for about a minute. Felt so good and my leggings were so warm and wet. My skirt stayed dry. After I was finished with cheer I decided to stay dressed like this the rest of the day. Felt good to be in peed in clothes.
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  11. 15,696 downloads

    Y'all know I've got another haul of clips for you! Enjoy, Rach
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  12. 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
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  13. - GIF - Imgur.mp4 Just came across this super cute jeans wetting from a pretty good looking lady standing in the shower.
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  14. Hello, Normally I do not do diapers or pull ups. I have tried pull ups and peed in them, my boyfriend liked it and also i liked it. But when i cuddle with him he makes me feel safe and i feel like a "baby women" without any reponsibilitys and that he will take care off me when needed. I feel like a women but I like when he makes me feel safe and then i want to cuddle and just be as I am. I need to be a strong women in job and life, so beeing as I am, makes me to who I am. Is this already this Little space stuff? Or is this diffrent. My boyfriend think it is not like the Little space. As soon as we tried the pull ups on me, I got this question stuck in my head. Thank you.
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  15. so I hadn't gotten very high in a while. I ended up getting extremely high, first enjoying it, then to the point I was horribly overwhelmed. I've only had one other accident, and it was planned to be in a diaper. I'd never involuntarily wet besides that, and well, the fact that I got high. Not sure if I should be embarrassed or glad that I got the experience. So basically I used to do edibles before a move. I tried a CBD shop to get Delta 8. They said try 2 gummies but I used to take double that amount in my edibles. Well... I did 3. Ended up tripping basically. Bladder started feeling like it was pulsing. Went from nonconcerned to just about to relax enough to pee. Got up, convinced I had control, to grab some things to make a makeshift diaper. Well. In the bathroom, bending over to grab something, it all just started coming out. A spurt, tried to stop. It was like it just pushed it out more. I had just let go. Ended up on my knees, just overwhelmed with the feeling down there and in my brain, pissing. It felt like it was just coming out and out in waves, like the beach. It grew, stretched to my toes. Ended with a puddle spanning half of my bathroom floor. I'm concerned cause getting high had never done this for me but it made me feel really good, although embarrassed. Not sure how I should feel?
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  16. It was kind of a surprise and you're right. The sensation of everything was multiplied by like 1000. I don't know if I have ever been more turned on before lol
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  17. Sorry, I just saw this. It was @pottypantsgirl but it looks like she deleted again. Here's what she had posted. pottypantsgirl-1458614625566666755-20211110_195641-vid1.mp4 pottypantsgirl-1458631463952261123-20211110_210335-vid1.mp4
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  19. 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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  20. Pee desperation belt acident View File Desperation/wetting in Dutch (Flemish dialect) Submitter Skaat Submitted 07/26/2022 Category Female  
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  21. Well i have started a hold so for more details checkout the live wetting experiences. Long story short, i got the courage to buy goodnites XL and omg i am shocked at how comfortable they are. Decided to wear them under my jeans while out at the laundry matt so trying to hold until I get home. Also I can't wait to see what they feel like wet... probably will flood them at some point
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  22. What the title says, it's pretty inconvinent to have to have a mod delete the post for you.
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  23. View File Desperation in tights One I like ! Submitter pnc Submitted 07/28/2022 Category Female  
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  24. Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I'm starting to leak!
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  25. 992 downloads

    in the waiting room, I certainly wanted to go to the toilet, but the door jammed, I endured it for a long time, but still I got into my panties and wet my chair ... I had to undress to the naked
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  26. I’m joining in on this too! I’ve had a 16.9 oz water each of the last 3 hours and have peed twice. I do have to run to the store and back right now though. I plan to drink more during that time so we will see how this goes!
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  27. I only wear boxer briefs because they're cuper comfy, I have a lot of plain ones in different colors and some with colorful motifs or patterns. When it comes to womens' underwear, I prefer Brazilian or Hipster with stripes or patterns. A little sexy, a little cute - lovely! Plain color also works, I love a light blue or just white - shows those wet pee stains nicely.
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    One I like !
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  29. I will try to write the other two tonight. Yes she does and like me only holds in private. She usually has a bladder of steel and can hold forever but sometimes when she drinks she doesn't realize how full she is and miscalculates. I think if she had her bathing suit on she just would have peed in the water.
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  30. Yes!!!! Pissing during blowjob , love them https://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/pee-while-blowjob nudity of course
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  31. I was extremely impressed by her story! For a long time after that, I couldn't get that out of my mind. I was trying to picture every detail of the situation. My desire to see her peeing was getting stronger and stronger. The following months we met and began a discreet intimate relationship. One evening we had arranged to meet after work at her place. I went just when she had returned home. She was in a knee length navi blue pencil skirt with light color pantyhose. On top, she was wearing a white blouse that highlighted her cleavage and breasts. She looked so cute! We entered the living room and sat down on the sofa next to each other. Rose couldn't wait to show me something interesting on her phone. While I was looking at her phone, my attention drifted to her bare knees. I casually put my hand on them and felt how arousing it worked for me! While we were talking, Rose crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly. I continued to caress her knee and thigh, slipping my hand lightly under the tight skirt. She adjusted herself on the sofa several times and finally stood up. She again wanted to show me something from her phone while standing straight. At that moment I noticed that she make subtle movements of her legs. It was clear for me that she was needed to pee, but she didn't say anything about it. I could hardly concentrate on what she was showing me and looked more at her. All of a sudden she bent her leg up at the knee quite high and grimaced slightly. "You really have to pee!" – I said her and I ran my hand over her rounded butt. “Yes, I have to go now...” – she replied and smiled. She quickly finished what she had to show me as she shifted distinctly from foot to foot. Then she put her phone away and went out from the room. I decided to follow her. I stopped her just before she entered the bathroom and asked her: „Could I come with you in the bathroom? I really want to watch you peeing!” She stopped for a second and playfully smiled at me. “I don't know if I will be able to relax directly in front of you“ – she said it with a slight sense of shame. „Seeing how much you have to pee, you won't be hard to relax! It’s really turning me on, please!”. Rose looked at me with understanding and seemed to agree. She walked over to the toilet and started and lifted her skirt a little and stopped. „How will you look at me when I'm sitting?” - she asked me reasonably? „You can squat on the floor“ – I suggested, not expecting her to agree. At this point she had already pulled her skirt up. She was wearing her usual white lace panties under her pantyhose. She was already bending her legs and obviously couldn't wait to pee. I told her to put her shoes on so she wouldn't get her feet wet. I handed over a pair of high heels and she hurriedly put them on. She was looking as she was about to burst and was already pressing her crotch. She stepped over the drain hole and quickly pulled down her tights and panties as she squatted down. There wasn't even a second and the powerful jet rushed on the tiles and began to spread all over the bathroom floor. I crouched right in front of her spread legs and began to contemplate her pissing vagina. The sight was amazing! The stream was straight and strong. I put my hand under her and started stroking her while she was still peeing. She really liked that. The whole peeing lasted about half a minute. She was left standing in the middle of the puddle she had created. Her shoes and feet were splattered all over with her urine. I took a napkin and tried to wipe her. My fingers entered her horny and wet vagina. „Do you like it? Is that what you wanted to see?“ – she asked me with a great excitement. “Yes, thank you so much!!! You are amazing!“. „I'm glad I was able to fulfill your wish“ – she replied me. “Next time I want you to see you peeing without taking off your underwear and pantyhose.”...
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  32. I think this is pretty common. Usually if I do a big hold I'll have a few leaks or even an accident the next day, and after doing rapid desperation yesterday I was basically incontinent for much of today. I leaked upon waking up, was losing small spurts and dribbles throughout my morning run, had an accident in the afternoon and had little dribbles on the way to the toilet a few times this evening. To put it in perspective, I'm a woman with overactive bladder, but usually I only leak maybe twice a week. Next time I do rapid desperation, I'll probably just wear a diaper the next day so I can go whenever I need and give my bladder a break lol. But yeah, incontinence after holding is totally normal, just don't hold till you're in pain or drink huge amounts and if your continence doesn't return in a day or two maybe don't push it so far next time.
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  33. Had some more good leaky fun with the rest of my day, although after feeling like I had almost no control during my run, my continence started to return (I thought). I was dry until about 4pm, when I went out to run errands with a friend and started to get desperate. I hadn't even had that much to drink, and I asked him if we could stop to use a washroom but he had a lot of things to accomplish and asked if I could wait. I didn't really want to because I didn't want to have an accident in front of him but I was only around a 5 or 6/10 at this point so I thought I should be fine. The urge totally overwhelmed me just a few minutes later and I would've flooded my jeans then and there if I didn't quickly kneel down "to tie my shoe", pressing my heel into my pubic bone until the intense urge passed. I told him I needed to use a bathroom now after that and we made our way there, but not surprisingly I leaked on the way. Just a little spurt, but enough that I could feel dampness when I touched the back of my jeans. It wasn't visible from the front so I literally just made sure to walk behind him until I got into the washroom, which was VERY risky. I was able to dry my pants with the hand dryer enough that nothing was visible, but I was really lucky it wasn't a bigger accident! This evening I've just been home working, and I had a headache so I drank a lot of water because that usually helps. I was running to the bathroom probably every 30-45 min for a few hours, and dribbled on the way there several times. I kept the same shorts on that whole time because I figured if I leaked once, there was a good chance I might again! Might as well savour the dampness and cut down the laundry. That was quite a few hours ago and I would say my continence has returned to normal, although with my overactive bladder, accidents like the one while I was out are a pretty common occurence for me. Happy to answer any questions about this whole experience, its been one of my favourite omo adventures to date How'd your hold go? Did it end in an accident I always hold until mine do
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  34. This acting is worse than scripted porn.
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  35. Firsts

    Thanks! I've been a little bit slower with updates lately because I'm preparing fics for the Omovember challenge this year. I hope that getting one update per day for a month will make the delays worth it
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  36. Wet red.......

    I took my Big Boy Pants (Nighttime) Test last night.... I didn't do very well I still had to go and there really didn't seem to be much point rushing to the potty.... So I um... kinda just... did it... where I was....
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  37. Firsts

    aw yay! i missed alex and adam
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  38. Just having a bit of fun(:
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  39. Firsts

    Alex was at the grocery store with Adam, waiting to check out. While Adam waited calmly, Alex did so with his legs crossed and his knees knocking. There had been delicious juice samples next to one of the aisles today and Alex had enjoyed them way too much. Alex had waited too long, and the line wasn’t moving at all. He was rocking back and forth, side to side, craning his neck to see in front of himself at how many people he had to wait through. Only one of them really NEEDED to stay in line, though! Adam could hold the spot for both of them. Stupid. And Alex had already gone to a public restroom by himself before, so it would be okay again now. Stupid. And… He really, really needed to go. He’d leaked once already standing here. “Adam, I don’t think I can make it through the line,” he said. Stupid. “I’ll take you,” Adam said. “We can get back in line after.” “No,” Alex shook his head. “It’s okay. I can go by myself this time.” Stupid. Adam squeezed his hand and smiled at him encouragingly, “Okay. If you get lost or anything, just text me.” He was happy. Alex was so much more confident now. So much more secure. Stupid. Alex exited the line eagerly, tugging at the waistband of his shorts as he tried to draw it away from his aching bladder. Each step he took made his urine slosh and bounce around, all the more eager to begin rushing out. He saw the sign he needed, and followed the arrow towards the restrooms, already feeling more relaxed now that relief was so close. 
Stupid. Almost there, almost there… His steps became more disjointed the closer he got to the restroom, a little spurt right at the edge of breaking free, and— YANK! Psss… It took Alex a second to figure out what was going on, at first all he knew was that his head really, really hurt and there was fresh warmth between his thighs… Then he was on the ground, dazed and blinking up at… At a face he hadn’t seen in a long, long time, but that he immediately recognized. The owner of the face had clearly recognized Alex as well— Why else would he have shoved him to the floor like that? Alex’s heart was thumping as he scrambled backwards, his need for the toilet momentarily forgotten as he focused only on one thing; getting away. “Alex,” Papa said, and Alex froze, unable to make himself move anymore. Something in Papa’s voice had paralyzed him… Or maybe it was the LACK of something in it. Alex started to crawl to his feet, but the man shoved him back down hard against the ground, his knees buckled and chafed, but he barely felt it. Why was Papa here, at THIS store? This one was far away from Alex’s old house. THIS store was in the city, not in the mostly empty planes just beyond it where Papa lived.
 “Alex,” Papa repeated, and Alex froze once more. He wondered if, now, Papa regretted giving him a gender neutral name, it meant that he didn’t have an older name to spit back into his face right now. “What happened to you?” Alex didn’t answer at first. He was too confused to. The question made no sense. “N—Nothing—“ “It’s not nothing,” Papa disagreed. “Nothing was wrong with you and— And now… Look at how much you’ve destroyed yourself.” A pang at Alex’s opening reminded him of why he’d come here to begin with… But he didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be back in the line where Adam was. He wanted to be anywhere that Adam was. Wherever Adam was, it was safe. Wherever Papa was, it wasn’t safe at all… He tried to stand up and run, but was shoved against the wall. He tasted salt and only then realized that he was crying. Papa’s brow wrinkled in disgust as he looked Alex over more closely. Alex knew he looked and sounded lot different than he did last time Papa saw him. His voice was deeper, his chest broader, a thin bit of stubble on his chin… “What have you done?” Papa growled. “What did she make you do to yourself?” “Leave me alone…” Alex said softly. He knew Papa was going to do something to him, and he didn’t want to know what it was. “Adam didn’t MAKE me do anything, he just let me be myself; Th—The thing you never did!” He was amazed he was able to say all of that. Papa seemed to be amazed by it as well. Amazed and furious; “Alex, I don’t know what kind of nonsense that girl has you believing now, but who you ARE is my daughter.” Alex tried to reply, but a sob lodged in his throat wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t Papa’s daughter, not anymore. And he was never going to be his son; He didn’t belong to that man anymore in any way. “You’ve mutilated yourself,” Papa added. “How far has it gone? How much have you already destroyed?” And then, Papa was GRABBING him, and tugging and pulling and… and Alex wanted to scream at the top of his lungs but all that came out was a little whimpering noise, and Papa was talking about how gross his scars were, how he’d given up his chance to do the most important thing in the world and nourish the babies he was supposed to give birth to in the future. Alex wanted it all to just stop. Stop touching him. Stop shouting. Just leave him alone. Please. Please. Please. He pleaded in his mind, silently begging and screaming for God to help him and just please make them stop, and then Alex’s shirt was somewhere on the ground, and— But then, Adam was right there, and Adam was mad— And Adam NEVER gets mad, or yells— But he was yelling now, yelling a lot, yelling “Get your hands off of my Alex right now!” And now Adam had his wrist instead, and Adam was pulling him away really, really fast— And Alex still had to go so bad, but he didn’t CARE because he wanted OUT of here, he wanted Adam holding him somewhere safe. He wanted to be at home, in bed, hiding under the covers with Adam. But, he wasn’t. And Papa was still shouting, and saying Alex was disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, and Alex felt warmth going down his leg and he KNEW Papa was right, and— And— Outside. Outside now. Adam had gotten him outside, but even in the fresh air Alex still couldn’t breathe, and— And he wasn’t peeing anymore, but he was wet and still really needed to— And— And— And— There was no oxygen, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t, he couldn’t— And—In the car now, they were in the car, and— “Shhh…” Adam’s hand was so, so tight around Alex’s trembling, clammy one. “Shhh… Sweet thing… Shhhh… I’ve got you. You’re safe. Just breathe with me, alright?” Alex couldn’t breathe, though! His vision was fraying, pee was dribbling out of him again, but that didn’t matter as much as how bad he needed air! “In…” Adam encouraged. “Big breath in now, Alex…” Alex tried to follow Adam’s directions, tried to suck in air deeply and slowly like his boyfriend was, tried to focus on how firmly Adam was gripping his hand, and slowly… Alex could breathe again. “You’re safe…. I’ve got you.” Adam repeated, his eyes welling up. “God… Alex, did he hurt you?” Alex’s knees were bruised from when he’d been pushed, and his scalp ached from having his hair pulled so much. He felt some scrapes on his chest and legs as well… “N—Not too bad,” he said shakily. “You got there in time.” Now Alex was squeezing Adam’s hand back just as tightly. He shuddered, imagining what could have happened if his partner hadn’t come… “How did you know?” “I…” Adam hesitated. “I don’t…I don’t even really know. I just… Had this ‘feeling’ that something was wrong and that you needed me. It’s hard to explain…” “…I love you,” Alex said. “I love you too, Alex…” Adam said. “If he’d… If he’d hurt you badly…” He shook his head, tried to steady himself. “I… I love you more than anything, Alex. Let’s… Let’s go home now. We’ll order a pizza or something, I don’t want to… To go anywhere right now.” Alex nodded, “M—Me neither… The groceries…” “We’ll come back tomorrow, it’s okay.” “… Wanna be at home, Adam…” “I’ll get us there as fast as I can,” Adam promised, starting up the car. He looked sideways at Alex for a moment, unsure of how to broach the next subject. “In all of that… Did you… Um…” “I— I peed some,” Alex admitted. “A little bit. Still… Uh… Still holding a lot of it…” Adam reached over to rub Alex’s jiggling thigh— Whether that bounciness was from lingering fear or his still-present need was hard to tell. “Well, I’ll try to get you home even faster, then.” He returned his hand to the steering wheel, but heard Alex whimper, and when he turned his boyfriend was shaking like a leaf during an intense thunderstorm. “Y—You can make it home,” he encouraged. “I know you can do—“ Alex flung one of his hands out and squeezed it against Adam’s thigh. Oh. Adam decided maybe he didn’t really NEED to use both hands to drive right now, and allowed Alex to clutch one of them all he wanted. Letting Alex hold onto him like that made it easier to drive, anyway. It kept him calmer, and it made his sudden compulsion to continue looking at the passenger seat and confirm to himself that Alex was THERE and OKAY a little easier to ignore. Alex, meanwhile, did not think his body had ever felt so raw before. All of his nerves were standing at attention, icy fear still coursed through him, his bladder was SEARING and begging him to let it continue emptying out into his pants. He kept his thighs clenched together, but all of his muscles seemed to have minds of their own. He couldn’t decide which ones went tense and which ones went loose and jittery, his body was choosing that for him, and it made it so much harder to hold in his pee. “I— I feel really weird, Adam…” Alex said. “You… Had an anxiety attack,” Adam said. “That’s why you couldn’t breathe earlier.” Adam had had a couple of those… But never one while he’d been desperate to pee, that must have been horrible. Adam was honestly stunned Alex was still holding it. If the circumstances were better, he may even say he felt impressed. However he felt, it made him more determined to get Alex home in time. Every time Alex’s grip on his hand tightened and he heard his boyfriend whimper, Adam knew Alex’s bladder must have been spasming hard. Finally, Alex spoke up, “I— I can’t… It feels extra hard to hold it… I’m so… I’m too shaky all over.” “It will be alright, Alex,” Adam soothed. “Do you… Want me to stop somewhere, or—“ “Home,” Alex said, and his voice was firmer than Adam had ever heard it. “Home now. Please?” Adam rubbed his thumb against Alex’s hand, hoping to comfort him. He’d never, ever seen the poor thing so scared… Alex must have been terrified if wanting to get to his safe-place was more urgent than his need to pee… Adam could tell he was dying to go, he was scissoring his legs around and holding himself, and there was a clear wet spot on his shorts. “Home it is,” Adam said. “You can make it. It’s not too far… Why was he even THERE?” he asked, mostly just to himself. “He lives so far away…” “Sometimes… Sometimes, I remember,” Alex struggled, crossing his legs tightly. “If he had extra money at the end of the month, he’d go to the city alone and buy a steak for dinner… I… I guess he did that toda—“ Alex’s voice died in his throat as the car careened over a bump and made him lose a spurt of his pee. “Ah— Can’t hold it—!” Adam tightened his grip on Alex’s hand, “You can do it, sweet thing…” Alex DID make it back to their apartment building, but when Adam parked he made no move to spring out of the car and rush up the stairs for relief. He just stayed in his seat, crossing his legs and rocking back and forth urgently. Did he need to go so bad he couldn’t stand…? Adam exited the car, hearing Alex make a pained, pleading noise as he did so. ‘Hang on Alex, I’ll help you up,’ Adam thought as he went around to the other side of the car. He opened the door and held his arm out… Which Alex immediately latched onto like a plank of wood in the middle of a roaring ocean. Alex frantically scrambled from the car, and didn’t let go of Adam once he was out… Just… Kept clinging to him and shivering. “I… I need to go real, real bad…” he mumbled, and Adam hadn’t heard his voice shrink to such a tiny, soft level ever before. “You… Can’t do the stairs? Need me to carry you again?” Adam gathered. “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” Adam picked Alex up as he’d done the last time Alex’s bladder had been too full to handle a trip up a few flights of stairs. Adam climbed them as quickly as he dared, not wanting to shake the contents of his boyfriend’s bladder up too much. Alex’s eyes were huge on his face, and his nails dug into Adam’s shoulders hard enough to hurt. “Almost there, sweet thing,” Adam promised, and a few seconds later they’d arrived at their door and Adam set Alex down gently. Right away, Alex was dancing from foot to foot, one hand cramming back between his legs, and the other… Wrapping around Adam’s arm as he fished out the key. Alex winced at the sound of it turning in the lock. His thighs tensed up, his knees bowed inwards. “Ooooh…” he moaned, his grip— both on himself and on Adam’s arm— tightening. “Why’s it so much worse when I hear the door being unlocked?” Adam gave a small laugh, “Your bladder knows it means you’re really close to the bathroom,” he said. “It’s getting too excited…” He pushed the door open, expecting Alex to rush in and straight to the toilet. But, he didn’t…Instead, he just kept… Standing there and dancing as he held onto Adam. “Sweet thing…?” Adam asked. He didn’t hear any hissing… No splashing against the ground… Alex hadn’t had an accident. “Need… With you…” Alex managed. “Hurry?” And Adam understood right away. Alex was, understandably, still very, very scared and shaken up. But… This level of clinginess; Adam hadn’t seen it since back when Alex had FIRST gotten away from his dad. It wasn’t a good sign that he was seeing it again now. “Oh,” he said. “No problem… Man, you’re right! I REALLY gotta go!” He decided not to acknowledge the true meaning of Alex’s request, to pretend this was just another one of the many times they’d both had to go too badly to wait on one another. Alex remained latched to Adam side as they headed for the restroom. He only finally released his grip on him when he was at the toilet and realized he needed both his hands for unzipping and aiming. Alex got himself situated in front of the toilet and once Adam had joined him and tugged down his own zipper, Alex told his body that it was time to let go… … Alex told his body that it was time to let go! … … … Alex told his body that IT WAS TIME TO LET GO!! But, Alex’s body wouldn’t LISTEN. The tears he’d been holding back began to flow. “Adam, it won’t come out! Help me, please? Please make it come out? It hurts!” Adam tucked his cock back into his pants without releasing a single drop— His own bladder gave a confused lurch at that. Even though he hadn’t needed to pee that badly, it didn’t feel particularly great to leave the toilet without actually using it. “Adam, please!?” Alex begged. “Fix it!” Adam was right behind Alex right away, feeling huge bags of concern weighing him down. This was… Not good. At all. None of it was. Alex had been hurt today, he now couldn’t pee despite an intense need to do so, he was falling back into his earlier dependency issues, he was speaking in panicked, little half-sentences the way a young kid might… All because of an asshole. Fury rose in Adam’s chest at that thought. If Alex’s Dad hadn’t been there, or if he had just left Alex the Hell alone, Alex would have peed and gone about his day and he wouldn’t be in here right now, crying, glueing himself to his boyfriend, and begging for help with a basic bodily function… Alex had been doing so well at being more independent lately, too… And seeing that jackass again had managed to knock him all the way back to square one in the span of a few minutes. Adam was not a violent person by any means— He’d attended his first anti-war protest when he was in the fifth grade for God’s sake!— But, suddenly he had a very intense urge to wack a man over the head with a plank of wood. He almost thought he could maybe understand the feelings a world leader might experience before declaring war, and it brought his blood to such a high boil he felt feverish. Anger would not help Alex right now, though. What Alex needed was calm. What Adam usually was WAS calm! Rage was such a foreign sensation to him that it startled him whenever it DID pop up. Rage wasn’t needed now, Adam reminded himself. Calm… Calm… Be calm for Alex… “Poor Alex…” Adam said finally, hugging him from behind. “You got very scared today, and you have every right to feel that way. What happened scared me too. But, it’s over now. It’s all over, and you’re nice and safe at home with me now.” Adam could feel how much Alex’s body trembled. Alex sniffed loudly and choked down on a sob, “Wh—What did I do that was bad?” “You did nothing bad,” Adam promised, kissing the back of his partner’s neck gently. “Wh—What if… What if it is bad?” Alex asked. “What if he’s right, and— And I’m disgusting, and Papa was right when he said I’ll go to Hell, and—“ “Shhh…” Adam soothed. “You’re not disgusting. You’re wonderful… And— And God would NEVER send someone like you to Hell…” Adam wasn’t religious, but he at least knew the basics enough to know that Alex didn’t belong anywhere near Hell. “Didn’t Jesus just want people to be kind and compassionate? To look after each other? That’s ALL you do!” “B—But, what if… Papa said ‘God doesn’t make mistakes like that…’” Alex recited. “And, that’s true. God doesn’t make mistakes…” “He doesn’t,” Adam agreed. “So, that must mean God made you the way you are for a reason, didn’t He? Maybe He knew it would HELP you be the wonderful, kind and compassionate person you are, if you grew up experiencing life from varying perspectives?” “M—Maybe…” “You talked to God about all of this, didn’t you?” Adam asked. “You talked to Him a lot…” Alex nodded. He’d always trusted God to show him the correct path, and this had been no different. After Adam had told him about being trans, Alex had been so confused. Then, one day, Adam asked Alex to meet him in the woods behind their homes at midnight to talk about it more. Alex had been unsure if he should go or not, everything was so new, and Papa had said Adam was evil… Alex didn’t think Adam was evil at all, Adam was his best friend… But, what if he was wrong? Alex had prayed about it, and then he’d sought answers in his Bible… The first page he turned to was a passage about going to meet a friend at midnight. Alex made up his mind right away then. Adam wasn’t evil, and God wanted the meeting, and whatever came of it, to happen. Papa found out about the meeting and he was furious, when Alex explained that God had wanted him to go see Adam, Papa had done something that fully broke Alex’s trust in him; Papa had claimed that HE knew better than God did. And then he thought back to earlier today, how he’d asked God to make Papa stop hurting him, and how Adam had just gotten a ‘feeling’ that something was wrong… God was on his side. Alex could always count on God to protect him. Just like he could always count on Adam. Psss…. Slowly, and with far less force than the agony in his bladder justified, a stream emerged and plinked into the bowl. Alex shuddered, but even Adam could tell that his vibrating wasn’t one of his usual pee-shivers. The poor guy was still full of fear. Adam kneaded his shoulders, “There you go, Alex… That’s better…” But, Alex still didn’t FEEL better at all, he was having such a difficult time peeing that it mostly just burned on its way out and his bladder was still convulsing as much as it had been when he’d still been holding it all. “Hurts…” “I’m so sorry, Alex… Try and relax yourself more, I know it’s not easy right now.” It wasn’t easy at all! Alex just wanted to let go and have all his worries and stress drain away along with his pee, but his weak, dismal stream continued to slow until it shut back off entirely. “Ohhh!” he moaned. “Adam, I still—“ “I know…” Adam said. “I… Do you want to try sitting instead?” Alex didn’t know if that would help, but he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t get more of this pee out of his body. He lowered the toilet seat, pulled his shorts down the rest of the way, turned and sat. He left his harness on, left the prosthetic right where it belonged. After today, he REALLY didn’t want to take it off, to lose the security it made him feel. Now, sitting on the toilet with nothing preventing him from releasing his waterfall, Alex bounced his knees and tapped his feet as his bladder continued its angry thrashing. Adam rubbed his thigh gently, “Try not to squirm, I think it will be harder if you squirm.” “Adam, please make it stop?” Alex begged. Adam wished he COULD, but he had zero idea of how he could do that! Alex’s body had to be the one to give Alex what he needed… “I—I— Adam fumbled, seeing Alex in so much pain was making HIM feel like he was being tortured, too! He jerked his hand to the side and flicked the sink’s faucet on full blast. “Listen… Listen to that, okay?” Alex did, it sent his bladder into a wild frenzy, made it throb and pulse and jolt all around inside his body. He felt sick. He felt dizzy. The fear was still like ice within his veins. “P…Papa can’t find us, can he? He can’t find where we live?” “He can’t,” Adam said. “And, if he does, if he tries to come inside, I’ll call the police. They won’t let him come in. They’ll make him leave.” “H—He can’t take me back?” Alex asked, eyes big and watery, like the pee within him was trying to force its way out through any exit it could find. “Promise?” “I promise,” Adam assured. “You are an adult now, Alex. He can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” Alex’s breathing seemed to steady for a moment. But, only for a moment. “What about the… The little—“ “When your parents divorced, the judge gave your Mom custody of the little ones,” Adam reminded. “The people in charge of all that know which place is safest, they wouldn’t send them to your Dad. They’re safe. You’re safe.” Alex reached out a hand and squeezed it around one of Adam’s. “I don’t… I don’t wanna see him again…” “I know…” Adam nodded, wincing at how tightly Alex was gripping him. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or desperation causing that, but he wished both of those things would flood out of Alex’s body soon. “I’m so sorry you had to see him today. I really didn’t expect that.” “He… He came out of nowhere, I was just… I just wanted to go pee. I still just wanna go pee…” Alex’s knee began to bounce again. “It hurts so bad, Adam…” “Shhh…” Adam soothed. “Poor thing… I should have come with you. I should have—“ “I told you to stay.” “I know…” Adam sighed. “… Alex? You remember… Um… You remember the first time we went grocery shopping together? Remember how bad you had to go that day?” Alex nodded. He could never forget that! It was right after he and Adam had moved in together. At that point in Alex’s life, he was so fearful of the world. He’d used a public bathroom as a guy only once— The very first time he’d used his STP, actually. He’d been at the hospital where Mom was delivering Mary, and Adam had given him a bag of clothes and things to try on, including a binder and an STP. Alex looked as much like a guy as he could have back then. But, he stayed in the hospital overnight with his Mom, and partway through the morning it had hit him how badly he needed to pee. He got nervous then, unsure which restroom he could use. But, he found one for ‘special needs’ that wasn’t gendered. He knew that probably meant ‘people in wheelchairs’ or something like that, but he hoped ‘Scared of public bathrooms’ counted as well. He’d gone in, peed standing up for the very first time, and felt so wonderful and good, so right, so at home in his body… He’d felt relief wash over him, but not just from his bladder. He’d felt it in his brain too, he’d felt… Okay in his skin, something he hadn’t realized until then that he’d NEVER actually felt before. He looked at himself in the mirror after he was finished, and he didn’t think he had ever been so happy. He’d spent his entire life feeling bad and wrong without knowing why, but then he finally felt whole. But, after that, he stayed away from public restrooms. Once he’d escaped from his Dad, he’d attended a high school in the city for a little while, but no matter how desperate he got to pee, he always held it until he was back home where it felt safe. He HAD to do that— Some of his new classmates had said that they’d beat him up if they saw him go into the bathrooms there, and he believed them. He didn’t last long at the high school. He was so far behind, and being bullied by people who didn’t like that he was trans, thought he was stupid since he knew so little of the world, or both certainly didn’t help. And, it was hard to concentrate and catch back up to speed with people lightyears ahead of him academically when he was ALWAYS dying to pee. He’d actually had a couple small accidents in those days, where he’d make it all the way home after school but soak his boxers as he unzipped. He never spilled enough to make a puddle on the floor, but more than once he lost so much that he needed to change his pants. After just a few months, he couldn’t do it anymore. He wasn’t getting anywhere, and he wasn’t happy. He had to stop. Adam had begun tutoring him then instead, trying to teach him all of the basics he should have been told early on. Alex got better at Math and learned as much as he could about history. Then, Adam finally took him to a new place, where he’d filled out some long tests, and soon enough he’d gotten his GED. It wasn’t quite the same as actually graduating from a high school, but it MEANT the same thing, and Alex was so proud of himself for managing it. But, the whole long day he’d been taking those tests, he hadn’t peed. When he got home, he’d flooded the toilet for well over a minute. He was almost as proud of himself for making it to the restroom in time as he was for getting the GED! Now that Alex had completed his education, he and Adam began to live together right away, and shortly after that was Alex’s first trip to the grocery store with him; During which he got so desperate to pee that it had sent him into fits of agony. “You remember that day?” Adam asked again. “Y—Yeah…” Alex said. “I… I remember… I really needed to go…” “You sure did…” Adam agreed. “Took me so long to figure out what was wrong. Silly thing wouldn’t speak up.” “I didn’t think it would do any good…” Alex said. “I thought… I thought you’d tell me to just go. I didn’t think about how you’d understand.” Alex had told Adam eventually, when he stumbled over his own feet and a jet of pee soaked the area between his legs, he blurted it out; “Adam, I need the bathroom REALLY bad!” Adam had blushed at Alex’s volume, and then grown tense. Now that Alex had told him the problem, it was obvious to him that he couldn’t make it home… But, at that time Adam hadn’t set FOOT in a public bathroom since the day he’d gotten beaten up. He didn’t know if he could do it, he didn’t— He looked at Alex’s face again, and knew that he HAD to. “Of course I understood,” Adam said now. “I felt the same way… But, as soon as you told me you had to go, I had to ignore that I was scared and get you what you needed.” Adam had escorted Alex swiftly to the restroom that day. Alex had eyed the urinals for a moment, but then ducked into a stall and locked it. “Don’t leave!” he called out immediately. “I’m right here,” Adam had called back. “No one else is in here.” “And…” Alex said now. “When you promised you’d stay, I felt so safe… Like nothing bad could happen, because you were there… And… And I just…” Something finally gave out inside Alex’s body, and a rush of pee began to spray into the bowl beneath his seat. “Ahhhh…..” he groaned, immediately losing his train of thought as the relief overtook all other stimuli. “You just peed…” Adam finished for him. “Like you are now… Isn’t that better?” Alex nodded, his body jerking and spasming with convulsions that Adam knew WERE his usual pee-shivers this time. Alex decided it was a good thing he’d sat down, his legs were numb and tingly and he was struggling to even stay SITTING upright. Standing would have been a disaster. He peed so hard and so fast that the noise echoed within the bowl. There was only one problem with Alex sitting to go; When the sound of his release began to taunt Adam’s bladder, he had no choice but to hold it! Alex couldn’t step to the side and let him join in like normal! Adam bounced on his toes as he waited for Alex to empty. Alex’s stream finally slowed down to a trickle, then a gentle dribbling, and then it was over. He stood and shakily pulled his shorts back up. “Th—Thank you, Adam…” he said. “I’m sorry I got so—“ “Anyone would have been upset, Alex. Someone who hurt you just… Appeared out of nowhere to hurt you again, of course you were scared. I was scared!” Adam gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. “But, you’re safe now. No reason to be scared anymore. All better, right?” “Yeah… I feel better now that I don’t have to go anymore.” “That’s good… I still need to, though.” “Oh. Oh, right,” Alex said. He wavered at the doorway, he still didn’t want to be too far from Adam. “You can stay here if you wanna,” Adam shrugged as he unzipped. “I don’t mind.”
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  40. i like trains. there are rumors i used to ride the freight ones. pure speculation, of course, as i have never done anything illegal ever. if the rumors were true, one might guess i'd be pretty good at hiding in bushes, etc. yeah, i think that's what i'd do. not a terribly exciting reply, sorry, but i saw railfan and i had to say something ~
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  42. CHAPTER 2: As Marc pulled his car up to the train station, Marissa was wondering if she had made a mistake. “Is everything okay Marissa?” Marc asked her sweetly “You’ve been really quiet, I hope you’re not upset with me” “I’m fine sorry” Marissa mumbled, barely able to hear Marc over the searing pain coming from her abdomen. “Just stressed about making the train and I really need to use the bathroom. Once I get to Jen’s I’ll be fine.” “Ok sweetheart” Marc cooed, leaning over to give her a kiss on the head. “Text me when you get there” “Will do” Marissa replied as she stepped out of the car, nearly doubling over as soon as she was back on her feet. 30 minutes she thought to herself as she grabbed her bag and started quickly walking toward the platform. 30 minutes and I’ll be on Jen’s toilet. Dropping her bag on a bench, she crossed her legs tightly as she looked up and down the tracks. No sign of the train. She checked the time, 6:59. She had just made it. After all the anxiety about the arrival of this train, now she absolutely couldn’t wait for it to come. She remained standing in front of her bag, just slightly bent over with her legs crossed, trying her hardest to act like she wasn’t fantasizing about dropping her jeans and unleashing a flood on this platform. 7:00. 7:01, 7:02, 7:03. Where was this fucking train? So many times she had missed this same train by a minute, and now the one night she had sacrificed her bladder to make absolutely sure she was on time, it had to be late. 7:06, 7:07, 7:08. Marissa was going out of her mind, her bladder completely full, her peehole throbbing. Why was this happening to her? She could have just waited for her roommate to get out of the bathroom if she knew the train was going to be this late. She tried to turn her thoughts to the movie, watching the time was only making it worse. But when she looked back down at her phone, only 2 minutes had passed. “Excuse me” she said to a main who had been sitting on the platform before she arrived “You’re waiting for the 7 right?” “Yep” he confirmed “been here since 6:50, it just seems to be running late” No shit, Marissa thought to herself as she thanked the man and tried to maintain her composure. She had conflicted feelings about this news. On one hand, she was glad she hadn’t missed her train, on the other hand, some part of her was hoping that she had missed the train, so she could just find a place to pee. There were no bathrooms around here, but she’d gladly Uber to a gas station at this point. 7:14. Marissa was contemplating all of her options. She knew her friends would be mad at her, but she was seriously considering just leaving the platform, finding a place to pee, then just going home. She was clenching so much she was beginning to feel sore, and her bladder felt like it was actually going to explode inside of her. A 30 minute journey to Jen’s house just wasn’t going to be doable at this point. She could feel the pee right at the edge of her peehole, this was ridiculous. 7:15. Marissa walked to the back of the platform and looked down in to the parking lot. She was going to pee there. There was a row of cars next to the tree line at the back of the lot. She had reached that point, anything to rid herself of the agony she was enduring. But as she wrapped her hand around the strap of her bag to pick it up, she heard a honk in the distance, and looked back to see the train rounding the curve and approaching the station. Now she had a decision to make, there was no way she could pee and make the train now. Could she really do this? 30 minutes. 30 minutes ago she’d been at home outside her bathroom. She was tired of the agony, but supposed if she could hold until now, she could hold it another 30 minutes. Then again, getting on a bathroomless train already on the verge of wetting your jeans didn’t seem like a responsible adult thing to do. The trained pulled in and the doors hissed open. Decision time. Fuck it, she thought to herself with a quiet moan. She’d held it before, she could do it again. She grabbed her bag and stepped on to the train. Quickly finding an empty row, Marissa unbuttoned her jeans before she even sat down and let out a gasp of relief as she felt her bladder physically expand out in to the space the button had vacated. In the cover of the seats, she went a bit further and partially unzipped her jeans as well before sitting down and pulling her bag over her crossed legs. The train began to move and Marissa pulled out her phone, 7:17. She opened a new message to Martia and started typing “Hey, I’m on the train now, it’s running about 15-20…” No no, she couldn’t afford for Martia to be late at all, she needed her to be there the second she got off. “just a couple minutes late, should be there around 7:30”. Putting her phone down Marissa tried to look out the window and focus on anything other than the pain emanating from her bladder. She was pretty sure this was now the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her life. Everything down there was literally throbbing and her concern was growing that she may actually wet her pants. The train made its first stop, 2 more then hers. Marissa checked the time, 7:23, it felt like it had been so much longer. As the train pulled away, she discreetly worked her right hand slowly down her pants and gave her aching, frantic pussy another squeeze. God, that helped so much. Her panties were slightly damp, she definitely had not let any out, it must just be sweat from the effort of holding it all in. Several more minutes and the next stop on the line went by as a blur for Marissa as the outside world seemed to melt away in favor of the pressure emanating from between Marissa’s legs. 3 fingers on her right hand remained locked between her lips, slowly but constantly massaging her tortured sphincter. The gusset of her pale blue panties was lost inside her, her fingers covered in what at this point was an unknown moisture. Marissa’s trance was suddenly broken by the vibration of her phone, she picked her head up off the window of the train and looked down, 7:31, Martia had just texted her back to her her know she had arrived at the station. The train began to slow as it prepared to make its final stop before Marissa’s. She looked back out the window as the platform came in to view. Why didn’t these damn stations have public bathrooms? She thought about getting off anyway, to desperately search for a place to squat. As the train stopped, she pictured herself getting off and just letting go straight in to her jeans. If she was given the option to just do it, to just pee in her pants and magically teleport home, she would have gladly taken it. No stupid movie night was worth the pain she was feeling now. She was starting to feel nauseous. Like the pee was just going to come up through her stomach and right out of her eye sockets. As she toiled in her agony, almost paralyzed by the pain, the doors hissed and the train started moving again. 7:33, probably about 10 more minutes to her stop. Surely she would just pee her pants. There was no away she was actually going to sit in the car and hold it till Jen’s. Why the hell had she been so arrogant? Sure she’d had desperate moments, like anyone, but she had always been relatively responsible about this sort of thing. Always peeing before leaving home, managing her liquid intake if she knew she’d have no chance of a toilet. She’d popped a few emergency squats before, especially when drinking, but even then it was always discrete. She was such an idiot, getting on this train when she’d drank so much and already needed to go so bad. 7:35. Marissa had never been the religious type, but she started to pray. Please let this end she thought to herself. She’d do anything, She’d become a better person, she would never let herself get in to this situation again. Anything, just please please let a toilet somehow materialize in the next few minutes, oh not even a toilet, just a semi private place to go, anything that could end this pain without the ultimate humiliation of a flooded pair of pale blue jeans. 7:40 now, Marissa was recognizing her home town, the train had made good time and was just a couple minutes from her station. For the first time since she had sat down, she began to come to terms with the fact that she might actually walk off this train with dry pants. She needed a plan. She knew this station well. It had no good places to squat. The platform overlooked one side of the parking lot and a large apartment building with security cameras overlooked the other side. A few of her friends had considered it on the way home from a night out before but she had never seen it pulled off. She checks her texts again, Martia had texted her to let she know she had pulled off in to one of the parking spaces to wait. 7:41, the train begins to slow, Marissa looks down, no way she’s buttoning up her pants again, she’s not even sure how she’s going to manage without her hand down there. She feels gross, covered in sweat and like she needs to change and shower. She stands up, oh god, some definitely came out. She actually peed her pants. This can’t be actually happening to her. She runs to the door, standing straight up against it so no one can see as she buries a hand back in to her crotch. The doors open, her hand stays. Out on to the platform, everything is a blur, she doesn’t care how she looks. She sees Martia’s car immediately and makes straight for it, throwing open the passenger door, she tosses her bag in and then dives in after it. As soon as the door closes behind her she pulls her undone jeans down her thighs enough that she can get both hands in, leaning forward she pushes down as hard as she can. She can already see a few stray drops on the Martia’s leather seat. “Riss what the he-“ “I’m sorry Marti I have to pee so bad I need you to drive the car PLEASE” “So the others already left for the theater and we’re going to meet them there since you were running late” That was not even going to be remotely possible, the theater was 20 minutes away. “Marti you don’t understand I’m peeing my pants I already peed on my hands I need you to get me to a toilet or fuck anywhere I can pee Marti please just fucking drive the car out of this fucking parking lot NOW!” “Okay okay just hang on Riss” Martia responded, with a mixture of shock and amusement in her expression. Marissa had tears rolling down her face now as her friend quickly drove out of the parking lot and accelerated rapidly down the main road. Just a moment later pulling in to the gas station parking lot. “Park over there” Marissa sobbed, beckoning to the far corner of the lot near a line of trees “But don’t you want me to drop you off near the doo-“ “PARK OVER THERE” Martia did as commanded and drove the car to the back of the lot, before she could even get the car in to park Marissa had manually unlocked the door and practically collapsed out. As soon as her feet hit the pavement the flood began. Marissa pushed her jeans a bit further down her thighs and dropped in to a squat, flooding her blue panties immediately and unleashing a thundering torrent on to the ground. She used one hand to pull the gusset out of the way but it was largely pointless. She took deep breaths as she dropped her head in to her remaining hand and let herself relax. She was furious with herself for getting in to this situation, but for now was just savoring the intense relief. Her relief went on and on for nearly 90 seconds as Martia looked nervously around the parking lot until Marissa finally pulled her pants back up and surveyed the damage. Her panties were obviously drenched but somehow her jeans had mostly avoided the splash zone, with just a few stray wet spots on the back near the waistband. She wiped the tears off her face as she bent over and leaned against the car door to collect herself. From this position, she could see how massive her puddle was, spanning from the front wheel of Martia’s car to the back and in some places pooling in the gaps in the asphalt. She looked up and saw Martia giving her a sympathetic smile as she dabbed up the stray drops of pee from her seat with a napkin. “I’m sorry” Marissa gasped out, still panting from the exhaustion of her ordeal. “Don’t even worry about it, are you okay?” “Yeah” Marissa said weakly as she climbed back in to the car “I’m a bit um… wet though”. This admission normally would have made her blush, but her face could not possibly get any redder. “Yeah” Martia said awkwardly “We can stop by my place really quick and you can rinse off and change before the movie, I’m sure there will be like, 30 minutes of previews anyway” “Thank you Mar, you’re a lifesaver” “You were always the Iron Bladder in our crew, that must have been a really tough train ride” “You have no idea” Marissa sighed in response as the car pulled away, leaving being a small lake on the pavement for all to see. For the first time in a while, Marissa looked at her phone, 7:48. She had an unread text from Marc. “Make it there okay?” “Yep!” Marissa responded, adding a few heart emojis, even though she knew that was not exactly true.
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  43. Hey, turns out Faust is alive, and he's got some new content finally! (Even if it's not the most original idea, it's an idea that was had and thus is being put to paper, proverbially) [The Wet Suit Challenge] ================================================================================ 'This is stupid......I shouldn't have done this...' Lingering thoughts, as the path to salvation was blocked off by a veritable herd of other people, all crowding around the entrance... One small look, one turn, one twist of the neck, or one slight fumble, and it would all be over for her.... 'I shouldn't have let myself get egged on like this..' A few hours prior..... ================================================================================ "So, have you seen the latest Tren-Door Challenge?" "No, I don't do those stupid internet challenges." "Awww, but some of them are really cool!" It was a hot, summer morning as the two friends quibbled over the validity of Internet videos, and the fame that would or would not come from them. Perpetuating the spread of Internet content, was a slender girl with bright green eyes and bobbed blonde hair, who was getting increasingly pouty as their discussion went on. Deciding to ignore the current trends for the sake of a healthier mindspace, was a noticeably curvier girl with lightly tanned skin, and wavy dark hair draped over her shoulders. "It's really just a bunch of people putting themselves out there for the world to gawk at, or mock.." the Raven haired girl started, as she leaned back in her seat, relishing the AC. "You really shouldn't get so worked up about these things, Minnie." "But isn't that cool?!" the blonde snipped, leaning forward and over the table between them. "You could do something that the whole world could see! You'd be famous, like a movie star, Amelia! You could be the next Koz-Mo, or even..." "I don't know if I want the world to see me doing stuff." Amelia responded flatly, as one of the servers sat down their drinks and some snacks. "Hell, I don't want some of the people in this Cafe to even look at me, if I can be frank." "I...Don't think the name Frank is Available." Minnie responded, thumbing through her phone and taking a quick sip. "A lot of the good ones are taken. You'd need a bunch of numbers on it, or..." "Not like that, Minnie." Amelia groaned, rubbing her head slightly. "But, I imagine you didn't call me out here just to discuss internet videos..." There was a slight pause as Amelia gestured for her friend to lead in, but the girl merely raised her drink to her lips, and started to sip aggressively, avoiding eye contact with her. Amelia got a sinking feeling in her stomach, as she watched Minnie keep sipping and slurping......Until she finally pulled back, the ice rattling in her cup. "Ahhhh... That was nice! Another, please!" she called out to a server, who took her glass to refill. Amelia gave her a stern look, and lowered her eyes. "You.... didn't really just pull me out here to talk about videos, did you?" she asked, a bit less sure her friend wouldn't do something as stupid as that, as Minnie turned her phone around. "Well, Kinda sorta!" She called, tapping at her screen. "Here, look at this! It's the latest Trend on Tren-Door! The Wet Suit challenge!" Amelia hesitantly took Minnie's phone at this and tapped at the screen, where a girl with red hair pulled into a ponytail stood in the middle of the screen. wearing a blue, one-piece swimsuit. "Hey everybody, it's Mari-Star with the hottest new challenge...!" the girl called, as the camera pulled back. "The Wet Suit challenge!" Amelia scowled slightly at the girl's pep, but kept watching for her friend's sake, as the area around the girl suddenly changed, to walking down what was very clearly a street. "The Wet Suit Challenge is pretty Simple..." Mari-Star's voice called out. "You just have two goals! Well, three if you count getting the swimsuit..." Amelia rolled her eyes at this, before the redhead suddenly knelt down and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "Step one....Get your swimsuit Wet..." She softly groaned out, as the camera panned around to show her.....Peeing through the swimsuit?! "Minnie, What the fuck?" Amelia snapped, looking up to see her friend sipping at a second drink already. "Did you just flashbang me with..." "Shhh, shhh.." the blonde called, holding up her fingers. "Keep watching!" Amelia bit her tongue as she wanted to continue, but decided for the sake of her friend's dignity (And the gawking guests nearby) that she wouldn't shout out that she basically was seeing the equivalent of a softcore video, as the redhead finally stopped pissing, a sizable puddle under her.....As she kept walking again. "And the hard part.." She continued, a little flush on her cheeks. "Is to get to a body of water without anyone noticing you peed! A pool, a lake! You could even fall in a mall fountain if you really wanted...!" The girl suddenly ducked behind a tree as some people walked around the corner, the camera panning to follow her as they paced past. "Just don't let anyone know you wet, until..." There was a smash cut, and the red haired girl leaped into an empty pool, splashing about and undoing her ponytail..... Coming out of the water soaking wet from head to toe. "You get soaked! That way, nobody's the wiser!" Mari-Star mused. "Just be careful to not be seen, or you'll never hear the end of it! Now, who's brave enough to take on the Wet Suit Challenge? If you are, reply to this video with your own! I'll choose a winner within the week, and they'll get..." Amelia passed the phone back aggressively at this, scowling darkly at her friend. "So, what was the fucking point in that?" she borderline snarled, as Minnie motioned for another glass. "You just show me... that, in a public area, where anyone could have seen and.." 'Well, it's kinda sorta related to what I wanted you to help me with..." Minnie answered, poking her fingers together. "You see, well... I.....Um..." Amelia took a sip of her drink, closing her eyes and grimacing. 'Please.....Don't tell me she..' "I want to take the challenge!" Minnie called. "I've been subbed to Mari-Mari for so long, and I've never been able to really get in on the challenges before the timegates are up.... And this one's got that HUGE prize of..." "I'm not helping you.." Amelia interrupted, rubbing her brow. "I don't care what the reward is.." "Ah, But Ameeeee!" Minnie pouted again. "Please! I don't know anyone else I know who can do this! Everyone else is busy studying, or off on some vacation, or..." "What about that one creep?" Amelia quipped. "I'm sure he'd love to see you pissing yourself..." "Ah, No! No way, I couldn't ask him..!" Minnie added, turning bright red. "Like, I know it's a pretty...um... Unorthodox challenge, but there's nobody else whose Camerawork, and Handywork I trust!" Amelia gave Minnie a stern look, as the blonde leaned over the table again. "Please, Ame! I'll do anything to make it up to you!" She pleaded. "i'll do your homework! Buy you dinner! Buy you dinner for like, a week! A month, even! I'll introduce you to my brother, I'll.." "Ugh... You're so needy.." Amelia groaned again, as she took another sip of her drink. "If I do this, you need to stop trying to get me on Tren-Door. Understood? This is a one time thing." "I love you!" Minnie called out, beaming as bright as the overbearing sun, making Amelia smile, in spite of her annoyance. They'd been friends since middle school, but sometimes the girl was just... Out there. Amelia motioned for another drink as she sighed internally, closing her eyes as she thought again. 'Better me than some creep who'd probably take advantage..' she thought to herself. 'And this way, I can make sure she doesn't get herself in too much trouble..' "Oh, by the way, we need to do it today." Minnie added, prompting Amelia to spit out her drink mid-thought. "Pffft..... What?! Why today?!" Amelia snapped, as Minnie poked her fingers together nervously. "Well, I erm... I was worried I couldn't convince you.." she started, pinkening a little. "So, I kinda... sort of.. spent a few days working up the courage to.." "You're killing me, Minnie. You're actually killing me." Amelia responded. "I immediately regret helping you with this." "Ah, but don't worry!" Minnie called. "I erm... I already...You know..." The blonde lifted her light blue tank top, showing off a fluffy-white bikini top under it. "I'm already wearing a swimsuit under this... And.....I mean.." Minnie gestured at the trio of beverages emptied in front of her, as Amelia rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine...." She called. "But, we gotta go to my dorm so i can grab my suit, and Camera. Understood?" "Y..Yeah! Of course!" Minnie piped up, jumping out of her seat energetically. "So, let's g-" "After I finish eating.." Amelia cut her off, prompting her to sit back down. "O-Oh... Yeah, of course..." Minnie responded sheepishly, averting her friend's gaze. "Sorry, I'm just... Excited, you know?" "Yeah, of course." Amelia called, as she slowly sipped at her second drink, taking her time with her food. About half an hour after the egregious agreement, Amelia finally pushed her plate forward and pushed her chair back. "Alright, let's head to my dorm." Amelia called, as Minnie bounced up from her seat, lightly hopping in place. "Yeah! Let's go!" she called, hopping from foot to foot as the two started out of the cafe together. It was just under a two mile walk from the cafe back to the college they both attended, with a few extra blocks to the on-site dorms. As the large school building finally came into view, Amelia turned to her friend. "So, you do know what you're going to be doing, right?" She called, as the blonde nodded. "It's simple, really..!" She mused, lightly kicking up her feet as they walked. "You'll get changed, we'll head to the school gym pools, I'll find someplace quiet to erm... deal with my swimsuit... And then, I'll just run really fast, and dive in before anyone can see it!" "Deal with your swimsuit? What do you mean by that?" Amelia remarked, giving a slight smirk. "Why, do you think it's gonna come undone on the way there?" "No! Of course it's not gonna come undone!" Minnie responded back a little too quickly. "I'll just.. Have to...you know...Make it.....wet..." "Make it what?" Amelia interjected again. "You mean, splash some water on it?" "No! Of course not!" Minnie added, now starting to blush as she shifted in place. "I'll have to.... you know... p...P..P..." "Pee?" Amelia teased some more, as Minnie suddenly stopped, and lightly pressed her hands against herself. "N...Nnnnghh.. Don't make me think about that.." she reprimanded. "Those drinks are already going through me. But, i can't do that until at least you get the camera..!" "Shouldn't have had so many." Amelia lightly reprimanded back, as they kept walking. "It's bad enough when you need to pee, but it always just gets worse when you know you can't, doesn't it?" Minnie shuddered, as Amelia grinned a bit wider, as they kept pace. "Like when you're in one of those big, 30% of your grade tests..." She started. "Or on a long car ride.... Or when your brother's taking a shower in the bathroom, and you can't..." "THAT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE!" Minnie cried out, before blushing deeply. "I...I mean... Shutup! We gotta keep moving!" Amelia chuckled slightly, but refused to hasten her pace even a step for her friend's foolhardy preparations, regardless of her pleas. It had been nearly a full hour by the time the two made it to the outside of the dorms, and Minnie was starting to shudder and bounce in place without any teasing. "P...Perhaps You could...go up and get your stuff?" Minnie asked, quietly. "Th..that way I don't have to walk up there with...You know.." "Oh, but what are you going to do with your clothes?" Amelia added. "Don't tell me you're going to just toss them off in public somewhere? What if someone saw you stripping?" Minnie's face reddened at this, as she shook her head. "W..Well, my room's on the top floor, but I don't wannagothatfarup." She stammered. "C..can I justlikeLeavetheminyours?" Amelia chuckled darkly, as she started up. "Why? Afraid of some stairs?" she asked, as Minnie puffed up. "N..No..!" She exclaimed, taking an aggressive first and second step.... Before knocking her knees together, and whimpering. "Okaymaybealittle...justcameout.." Amelia almost felt bad for her friend at this point, so she started in without her, and moved about the dorm halls. Her room was on the second floor, but since she hadn't guzzled down so many drinks at the cafe, she wasn't exactly afraid of all the jostling. A few paces here, a twist and a turn there, and she was outside of her room. "Wonder what I should wear.." she thought to herself as she started in, tossing her things onto her bed, and moving to her dresser. She had a few options, mostly red, purple, and navy.... But, as she kept thumbing through the various outfits, taking her sweet time, she eventually settled on the opposite of her friend's color: A nice, black material that hugged her curves nicely. "Just hope there's not too many creeps there today.." she mumbled to herself as she changed garments, tossing her regular clothes down and stepping into her bikini. As she was tying the back however, a sensation came to the front of her mind.. Pang.... "Gn.....Of course.." She stated flatly, rolling her eyes. "I'll just tell her to wait a bit longer, so I can.." THUMPTHUMPTHUMP "AME, PLEASE HURRY UP!" the voice of her friend nearly made her jump out of her skin, as she snapped around. "I just changed! Gimme a sec!" she snapped back, moving to her desk to pull out her camera. She had dabbled in cinematography, but of all the things for her to have to use this on.. ""AME PLEASE! I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!" Minnie yelled, as she opened the door, Minnie's eyes watering, and face flushed from the strain. "Ame, Please! We need to go NOW!" "Come on, you're a big girl." Amelia responded flatly. "You can hold it a little longer. You know you didn't actually have to come up here, right?" "Well, I didntwant anyone to..." Minnie stammered, squirming and shaking in place. "Eugh..! Not important! Let's get moving, NOW, please!" "Hang on, I'm gonna go to the bathroom first.." Amelia started, as Minnie suddenly tossed her shirt and skirt at the girl, having already taken them off, apparently. "No time! WE GOTTA GO OUTSIDE NOW OR I'M GONNA FLOOD YOUR CARPET!" the blonde threatened, as Amelia chuckled, but relented. "Alright, fine Princess of Piddle." she taunted. "Let's get out of here, and get you to your potty, so the world can know you're incontinent already." "I...Am not...!" Minnie puffed up again, before wincing and writhing. "Nnnghh!! Okay, okay please let's-just-get-going-now-pleasepleaseplease..!" As amusing as taunting the girl was, even Amelia had her limits, and knew Minnie would be hitting hers soon. So, rather than torture the girl by making her wait through her own bathroom trip, Amelia relented to heading outside, camera in tow as the blonde followed more than a few steps behind her... Squeaking and shaking with every step they took down the staircases. "O..Okay..! Okay, let's just-start-it-right-here...!" Minnie called as soon as they took a step outside. "GetthecameraoutsoIcanPee..!" "Ah, but you said so yourself.." Amelia called. "You gotta get somewhere quiet to... deal with your swimsuit. I'd say the front of the dorms is hardly quiet. What if he walked by and saw you.." "Okayyeahtrue.." Minnie groaned. "But...please....can we hurry? Like, HURRY hurry?" "Fine, fine.." It was a very lively, jittery, and quivery walk for the two, as Minnie kept gasping and shuddering with each step.... Aggressively inhaling through clenched teeth as both of her hands buried into the white swimsuit bottom. Every few dozen steps or so, she'd freeze up and let out a troubled whimper, but if she was truly leaking as she said, Amelia couldn't see it. It felt like another hour or so before they came to the gate separating them from the school's communal pool, and Amelia turned to her friend. "Okay, Pool's right there." she called. "Let's just head to the side here, and we can get your little show started, Minnie." "ThankGod...!" the girl gasped, groaning and bending forward. "I...I don't think I can hold it much more...! It's..It's gonna come out.." Amelia rolled her eyes at her repetitive friend's wails, glancing to the side as she gestured. "Over here. Lean against the tree, and i'll start the camera." she called, thumbing out the camera. "It'll keep you hidden, and it'll make for a good shot." "O...O..Okay...!" Amelia unscrewed the lens cap, and focused it on her friend's trembling, shuddering figure.... Starting to angle it downward to her knocking knees, and trembling thighs.... Partly for the fact she was going to be focusing on it, and partly to help with keeping the girl Anonymous on the internet. Even if Minnie wanted to be famous for something so... vulgar, Amelia wouldn't let her friend completely out herself for the world to see... Eventually, after about a minute of quaking, Minnie leaned against the tree, as Amelia gestured. "And... recording.." she called, as Minnie tried to stand up straight. "H...H..Hi... It's...Minerva...8005.." Minnie stated, trembling. "H...Here...answering the...the wet suit.." Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed. 'Why did she use her real name..' she thought, as the girl tensed up. "Ch...challenge..!" Amelia kept the camera focused on Minnie's bikini bottoms, trembling thighs, and bloated belly. Though she felt a bit awkward ogling her friend through the camera feed, it only really hit her how awkward it seemed after a few minutes passed, and... "Minnie, Why aren't you peeing?" Amelia snapped sharply, as the girl blushed bright red and clasped her hands over her face. "I...I don't think I can do this..!" she stammered, shaking and trembling. "I...I..I haven't ever peed myself on purpose before..!" "Ugh... Now you're saying this.." Amelia groaned. "Just... think of waterfalls... Or like, Rivers... Or exploding soda cans..!" Minnie scrunched up her face, and tensed... But, after another minute of suffered, dry silence, Amelia rolled her eyes. "How are you this bad at peeing?" she snapped, as Minnie whimpered. "I...I don't know...!" she groaned. "I..I really want to, but at the same time, it just feels like...Like I really shouldn't, you know?" Amelia shook her head, feeling her own bladder starting to pang and nag at her again, as she pinched her nose. 'I can't believe my friend is such a fucking idiot...' she thought to herself, as Minnie pouted at her again. "D..Do you have any ideas, Ame?" She pleaded. "I..I got this far, but...But i'm just frozen up! How do you make yourself pee?!" Amelia felt herself turn a bit red at the thought, before remembering the video, and deciding to just go for the tried and true tactic: Bullshit. "Well, Mari knelt down before she wet." Amelia called. "Maybe that'll.." Pssssshshhhh...spsssssshhhhh..psssshhh "Ahhhh!!..Haaaahhhhh!!!" Minnie's voice quickly rang out, moaning sweetly as the change in posture had an immediate effect, prompting her to start gushing and spraying, making her whole body go slack, and her mouth to gape in sheer relief. "Ohhhhh... Ohhhhnnnn...Ohhhh... it worrrrrrkkkkkeeedd..." she groaned some more, prompting Amelia to flush a bit, and tense her legs.... Seeing the girl casually erupt in sheer, puddling bliss was more than a touch strange in many ways for her, least of which because she was recording her. Amelia turned back to the camera to notice her friend was now fully in frame, prompting her to lower the camera to focus on the girl's now-glistening thighs, and sputtering stream, darkening and lightly greying the white swimsuit bottoms she was wearing. It was a surprising show of liquid force, as the show went on for a veritable minute and a half, before starting to taper and peter off, leaving Minnie barely hovering above her puddle on shaky legs. "Ohhhhhh Gods... That was....So much..." she groaned, with a smile. "Almost makes me wanna... Do that more often.....So warm..." "Minnie, Focus.." Amelia started a bit more forcefully than she intended, snapping the blonde out of her trance. "Ah, right! Gotta get the video.." she added, stumbling a bit. "C...Could you help me back to my feet please?" Amelia averted her gaze, but moved forward to hold her hand out to the blonde, helping her out of the miniature lake she just made next to the tree. She wobbled, and she shook... But, Ultimately, Minnie kept her balance, as she nodded. "Alright..." she called, still dripping piddle from her suit and thighs. "Now, we just gotta get a shot of me jumping into the pool, and we'll be set!" "Yeah..." Amelia remarked quietly. "We're almost done. Just gotta make it through the door, and into the pool without being seen..." She was starting to feel a much more nagging pressure of her own, but it would be fine. She'd get Minnie into the water, they'd close out the video, and she'd quietly slip into the bathrooms near the pool before she risked being Minnie's Encore. As she gently opened the gate to the communal pool.... To a massive herd of classmates, all splayed about, and crowding the pool. A few glances were already turning her way, and she quickly shut the gate, prompting Minnie to pause. "W..what's wrong Ame?" she asked, as the black haired girl dropped her gaze. "It's packed today.." she warned. "If you go in there, someone is going to see." Minnie's face went from lightly pink, to ghostly pale. "Th..they'll see...." She repeated quietly, her eyes going blank. "But... If they see me..." Amelia bit her lip, as she started to ponder... How could she get her friend out of this situation? =============================================================================== [To be Continued...?] (Author's note: The Wet Suit Challenge is not a real challenge. If you do this in real life, you are stupid and I will make fun of you personally.]
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  44. 1,727 downloads

    Desperation/wetting in Dutch (Flemish dialect)
    Free
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  45. Custom video someone made for me

    Did she give you permission to share it with us?
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  46. A friend of mine got extremely high (she was smoking pot for, like, 2 hours straight) and got the urge to pee and as soon as the urge got unbearable she just let go completely forgetting she was laying down on her friend's bed
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  47. This happened to me one time when I did shrooms I got some from my friend that were way stronger than what I had taken before lol I wet my pants so bad
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  48. I already did, but pscht he is also on this platform . He is away till saturday, so last weekend... And he will be back next wednesday to saturday (flexible holiday return date)
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  49. If you aren't familiar, fluffy-omorashi was big on Tumblr back in the day and a lot of her content is uploaded here, but she's been inactive for years now. I just noticed the last post she made, apparently on ANY social media, she seems to have been doing really really bad mentally in like the spring of 2020 (not a great time for anyone I realize) which is a concerning way to go. Has anyone anywhere heard from her since? To be clear this isn't about asking for new content at all. And if she sees this, I'm not expecting a response if she's left making nsfw content behind her, in which case, like, good for her honestly. It seemed at the time like she was more of an omorashi influencer than someone making nsfw content for money, and she was, lets be honest, probably too young to be doing that at the beginning, so I understand if that's something she'd want to move on from. At the risk of being too parasocially involved I just hope she's ok out there and not hiding from a stalker or worse.
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  50. From the album: LydiaPrower8's Omo Art

    @Nick_Donovan pointed out that there doesn't seem to be much omo of that character, so I drew some.
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